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

The two were not familiar with Guangling Prefecture, so they just randomly found a tavern on the side of the road that looked decent.

We ordered a few side dishes and two pots of wine and started eating.

Although Chen Lang seemed fine on the surface, he was ultimately turned away and humiliated by the servants. He felt a little depressed. Coupled with his longing for Li Xiuzhi and Guoguo, the two completely different emotions collided with each other. After drinking a few pots of wine, he was actually a little drunk.

Xu Fei's alcohol tolerance was not as good as Chen Lang's, but in order to cooperate with Chen Lang, he also drank one cup after another.

Chen Lang felt a little tipsy, while Xu Fei was drunk and unconscious.

Chen Lang burped, waved to the waiter, gave him some money, asked him to take good care of Xu Fei, and went out for a walk to sober up, and came back to take him away.

If he hasn't returned in half an hour, he will send Xu Fei to the inn.

The waiter looked at the fifty-cent tip in his hand and readily agreed.

Chen Lang walked out of the tavern and found that it was already evening. There were few pedestrians on the street. The early autumn evening breeze blew up the fallen leaves on the ground, making the scene before him more desolate.

Perhaps it was because of the drinking, at that moment, Chen Lang felt himself enveloped by a huge sense of loneliness. He didn't like this feeling and he wanted to escape.

Chen Lang quickly crossed the lonely street and what came into view was a huge mansion.

A group of people gathered at the door of the mansion, and exclamations could be heard from time to time.

"As expected of the most talented scholar in Guangling Prefecture, this poem is truly well written."

"Every day, people come to write poems on the wall of the Xiao family, but they often don't survive the night. However, this poem has been there for more than three days."

"Are you blind? Don't you see that the Xiao family has been specially marked out in this area, clearly to preserve this poem forever?"

"Brother, I'm from out of town. Who are you referring to as the talented scholar? Is it the one called Chen Lang?"

"Bullshit Chen Lang, a money-grubbing peddler, how could he deserve the title of a genius?"

"The talented man we are talking about is Mr. Ke Jinke, a disciple of Mr. Han Qi, a famous scholar in this prefecture."

The last sentence happened to be heard by Chen Lang.

Chen Lang, who was drunk, became furious when he heard this.

Because the Han Qi these people were talking about was the old Mr. Han whom Sheng Chuliang asked him to visit.

Chen Lang wanted to see what level of poetry this disciple of Lao Bangcai could write.

He roughly pushed away the person who was blocking the way in front of him. Although everyone felt dissatisfied, after smelling the smell of alcohol on Chen Lang, they gave up arguing with him.

It's best not to provoke a drunkard, because no one knows what outrageous things he might do.

Chen Lang came to the front of the courtyard wall and saw this five-character poem.

To be honest, Chen Lang's level of poetry appreciation is very average. Even after training from Sheng Chuliang, it is still difficult for him to distinguish the quality of a poem.

However, Chen Lang has a stupid method that no one else can use.

That is to compare the poem with the Three Hundred Tang Poems.

There are three hundred Tang poems, each one of them is a masterpiece. Any poems that cannot compare to these are all garbage!

Obviously, the poem in front of me is garbage!

Although the rhythm and rhyme are not bad, the artistic conception is too ordinary and the feeling of flattery is too strong.

To put it simply, this poem is full of praise for the owner of this mansion!

It seems that the owner of this mansion is not a good person either. The poems praising him were left behind, and all other poems were scraped off.

Pooh!

What literary character? They are just a bunch of people seeking fame and reputation!

Chen Lang had already condemned this poem as garbage in his heart, but the people around him kept praising it and even compared it with the two poems Chen Lang had "written" before.

Everyone unanimously agreed that this poem was better than the two poems written by Chen Lang.

Chen Lang became more and more furious.

We won’t mention Zhao Heng’s poem because he didn’t have a good impression of Emperor Zhenzong of Song, so he just let himself be compared to him.

But you bunch of sour Confucian scholars actually dare to say that this poem is better than Brother Bo Hu's?

If Brother Bo Hu knew this, he would probably vomit dozens of ounces of blood!

I must clear Brother Bo Hu’s name!

Chen Lang picked up a piece of stone from the ground, strode forward, and carved the complete "Song of Peach Blossom Cottage" next to Ke Jin's poem.

"In Taohuawu lies the Peach Blossom Temple, and in the Peach Blossom Temple lives the Peach Blossom Fairy. The Peach Blossom Fairy plants peach trees and picks peach blossoms to exchange for money to buy wine."

"When sober, I sit before the flowers. When drunk, I sleep beneath them. Half awake and half drunk, day after day. Flowers bloom and fall, year after year."

"I would rather die among flowers and wine than bow before carriages and horses. The dust of carriages and horses is the joy of the rich, while wine cups and flowers are the fate of the poor."

"If you compare wealth to poverty, one is on the ground and the other is in the sky. If you compare flowers and wine to carriages and horses, he gets to drive while I get to relax."

"Other people laugh at me for being crazy, but I laugh at others, but I can't see through it. I can't see the tombs of heroes in the Five Tombs, and there are no flowers, no wine, and no hoes."

Signed by Tang Bohu!

Chen Lang threw the stone in his hand aside and turned away arrogantly.

However, just after taking two steps, he was stopped by several servants in blue clothes. The one in the lead was wearing a hat and was the leader of these servants.

He pointed at Chen Lang's nose and yelled, "Who the hell are you? How dare you scribble on my master's courtyard wall?"

Chen Lang burped and asked, "Who is your master?"

The head servant acted proud and raised his chin, saying, "My master is Xiao Yu, the Grand Secretary of Wenyuan Pavilion!"

Chen Lang asked, "Is Xiao Yu, the Grand Secretary of Wenyuan Pavilion?"

The head servant nodded proudly: "That's right!"

Chen Lang said: "Oh, I haven't heard of it."

The servant leader felt like he had been tricked and cursed angrily, "You ungrateful fellow, come, arrest him, lock him up first, and send him to the government office tomorrow!"

The Xiao family servants around immediately rushed up and forcibly dragged Chen Lang away.

Chen Lang wanted to resist, but the outburst just now had completely exhausted his strength. Now the alcohol had completely paralyzed his brain, making him lose consciousness.

After Chen Lang was dragged away, a servant nearby asked, "Do you want to scrape off these words?"

"Of course!" the servant leader said unhappily, "We'll ask a craftsman to come and fix it tomorrow, to avoid damaging Master Ke's poem."

After saying that, he turned and walked into the yard.

Although the servant returned home, the crowd did not disperse, but gathered around again.

"Who was that guy just now? It's fine if he just wrote a poem, but he deliberately wrote it next to Master Ke's poem. Isn't this clearly trying to compete with Master Ke?"

"Young Master Ke's poems were able to be left on the Xiao family's courtyard wall not only because he was Mr. Han's disciple, but also because he was extremely talented. That person just now, a nobody, dared to write on the Xiao family's courtyard wall, and wrote so much? He really doesn't know his place."

"Every year during the provincial and academy examinations, there are always these arrogant and ignorant people, but none of them have a good ending."

"That person just now...I seem to have seen him somewhere."

"Don't tell me, I also feel like I've seen him before. Is he... Chen Lang?"

"Yes, yes, it's Chen Lang!"

"That makes sense. I heard that this guy is uneducated and has all his poems ghostwritten by others. He's clearly just a businessman, yet he accuses the examinees of being mercenaries. How shameless!"

"Let's see what he wrote first."

"The Peach Blossom Temple in Peach Blossom Valley...isn't that just nonsense?"

However, as everyone continued to read, the discussion gradually subsided. By the time the entire article was finished, everyone present fell silent.