Traveling through time and space to become a child, supporting the family by catching fish and shrim

After all, he had experienced the Internet war of words, so Chen Lang was very good at seizing the moral high ground and then accusing his opponents.

After hearing these words, the scholars in the meeting hall had all kinds of strange reactions.

Some are ashamed, some are angry, some are at a loss, and some don't care at all...

But there is one idea that all scholars share.

The guy in front of me is a complete old-fashioned person.

As the emperor began to admit the sons of merchants on a large scale and changed the time of the imperial examinations, scholars all over the world gradually realized that talking about morality and ideals these days was all empty talk.

Money and power are king.

Why did merchants desperately try to get their children to take the imperial examinations? It was because they wanted both money and power.

If scholars want to make money, they must first gain power and then exchange power for money!

The way to gain power is naturally through the imperial examination.

In the past, the imperial examinations were a test of real talent and knowledge, but now the imperial examinations have long since become a place for fame and fortune, and it is difficult to pass with talent and knowledge alone.

In the eyes of these scholars at the meeting, it is not that they have become bad, but that this is the times and they are just going with the flow!

But there's nothing wrong with this kind of thinking if you talk about it in private gatherings, as everyone thinks this way.

But no one expected that such an old-fashioned person would show up in such a gathering!

Someone wanted to refute, but when he opened his mouth, no words came out.

Chen Lang's moral high ground was too impeccable, and what this group of people were talking about just now was indeed full of commercialism.

Using commercialism to attack morality is like hitting a rock with an egg.

Chen Lang continued, "In my opinion, you are not as good as the candidate from Nanhe County who directly paid for a place."

"At least they spent real money."

"But you guys, you want both face and substance, and if you can't get it, you'll curse. It's disgusting."

"You are the scum who truly tarnish the teachings of the saints."

At this moment, Chen Lang seemed like a saint, radiating holy light. None of the students in the venue dared to look him in the eye.

Chen Lang left with a flick of his sleeves. When he reached the stairs, the young man who had spoken first said, "May I know your name, sir?"

Chen Lang said, "I am Chen Lang from Nanhe County."

"That's the rural student you're talking about, the one who used his teacher's poems to seek fame."

Then he sighed.

"A wealthy family does not need to buy good farmland; books contain thousands of bushels of grain. A house does not need to be built tall; books contain golden houses. When you go out, do not be sad that no one is with you; books are full of carriages and horses. When you marry, do not be sad that you have no good matchmaker; books contain beautiful women. If a man wants to fulfill his life's ambition, he should study the Five Classics diligently by the window."

The voice disappeared and the person disappeared.

Only a room full of scholars remained, staring at each other with wide eyes.

"Is he the Chen Lang who wrote about how the world laughs at me for being too crazy?"

"He admitted it himself, how could it be false?"

"Why does he look down on us? He's using others as pretext to gain fame and fortune for himself. He's the most shameless person."

Everyone who reacted started cursing.

But there was also a small group of people who were moved by Chen Lang's passionate words. They couldn't help but think that if Chen Lang was really a person who was seeking fame and reputation, then he should have slipped away quietly instead of standing up and scolding everyone.

Only those who have nothing to hide can face all the rumors so frankly.

More importantly, the poem that Chen Lang recited before leaving was exquisite and a masterpiece that will be remembered forever.

If this poem was written by Chen Lang on the spot, his talent can only be described by the word "horrible".

As the cursing gradually died down, everyone felt that there was no need to continue the party, so they left one after another.

A few hours later, Chen Lang's reputation spread throughout Guangling Prefecture.

Some people accused him of seeking fame and reputation, some called him arrogant and ignorant, but some also said that he was extremely talented.

These voices mixed together and pushed Chen Lang to the forefront.

This is exactly the effect Chen Lang wanted. If he didn't muddy the waters and allowed the rumor of "ghostwriting" to continue to ferment, then his and Sheng Chuliang's reputation would be completely ruined before the provincial examination even began, and they would most likely be disqualified from taking the exam.

Although those words at the party caused a lot of displeasure among many people, they also indirectly suppressed the rumor of "ghostwriting". Now the most talked about topic on the streets is not ghostwriting, but whether Chen Lang himself has talent.

After all, the "Poems to Encourage Learning" by Song Zhenzong Zhao Heng is extremely powerful.

……

Caiyue Tower.

The best restaurant on the shores of Weiyang Lake in Guangling Prefecture.

Most of those who can come here to spend money are prominent families in Guangling Prefecture.

"Brother Ji Fu, what do you think of Chen Lang's poem?"

A young man in his thirties asked casually, with one elbow resting on the window sill, while gazing at several women playing on the lawn.

The man he was referring to as Brother Ji Fu sat upright at the window table, picking up the tea lid with one hand and slowly scraping the surface of the tea. He looked a bit serious. "I didn't expect this Chen guy to be quite knowledgeable. I was thinking I could take this opportunity to severely suppress him, but I didn't expect him to use such a trick to drag down all the scholars."

"But if that's all, it's not a big deal."

"The key lies in this poem. It may seem mercenary, but in fact, every word is a gem. It not only honors the scholars of the world, but also gives them substance. It is truly remarkable."

"After all this commotion, it's impossible to suppress him from a reputational perspective."

The young man in front of the window smiled calmly and said, "Brother Ji Fu vowed a few days ago that he would bring ruin to Chen Lang's reputation. Now that his plan has failed, he has managed to remain calm and composed. I really admire him."

Ji Fu said, "I am just repaying a debt of favor."

"Zhao Xiongwei from Nanhe County once gave me half a cake, which saved me from starvation."

"The friendship of half a pie is worth doing this one thing for me."

"From today on, I owe him nothing."

The young man in front of the window said, "So, are we just going to let Chen Lang go?"

Ji Fu shook his head and said, "Of course not. His teacher is Sheng Chuliang."

"I want to take it a step further. This master-disciple relationship must..."

"Forget it, let's not talk about them. How is your father's health?"

The young man in front of the window said, "It's getting better, but I can't get out of bed for the time being."

"My father was afraid that his health would delay his imperial examinations, so he concealed his illness from the public. He even invited a doctor from the county town, and once he entered our house, he never left."

"We are here to have fun today, not to talk about these bad things."

"Why hasn't Miss Xiang'er come yet? Brother Ji Fu, please wait a moment. I'll go and urge her."