The eldest son is fierce

The literary world of Dayan flourished, and poetry was extremely popular in this era.

Often, writing one or two good poems can cause a sensation in the literary world and become the focus of the entire Kyoto and even the entire Dayan literary world.

Therefore, scholars in Dayan were eager to read good poems.

What Tang Yi lacks the least is poetry.

The poems of the great poets in previous history are all in his mind.

Any poem you pick out is enough to shock people from ancient times to the present.

Half an hour later, Tang Yi brought Tang Yin to Zhuangyuan Street.

The so-called Zhuangyuan Street is actually a place where people who like to show off their knowledge of culture spend money to buy poetry.

"Brother, I heard mother talk about Zhuangyuan Street. She said it was a popular place for scholars..."

Standing at the intersection of Zhuangyuan Street, Tang Yi turned to look at Tang Yin after hearing her weak voice: "So? What do you want to say?"

"Brother, Yin'er doesn't mean anything else, it's just...um, have you learned all the characters?"

Tang Yin shrank back. Her brother said he wanted to sell his poems. What if he couldn't write well and got chased and beaten? She was so hungry she couldn't run away.

Tang Yi raised his hand, wanting to give the little girl a big chestnut, but he couldn't bear to do it.

This girl is well-behaved and sensible, but she has a bit of a sharp tongue.

"Just wait and see. Soon all your doubts will turn into admiration for your brother."

Tang Yi had already thought of a plan. Since he was here, he might as well make the best of it. His main strategy was to confront the enemy head-on.

He took out a piece of charcoal from his pocket, walked to the open space at the street corner, thought for a moment, and wrote a few large words:

The Poet's Stall!

The title on the left: One hundred taels of poetry, money first, then goods, no cheating, if you want to become famous, come to me!

Title on the right: Limited to one poem per day, confidential delivery, copyright purchased, you could be the next poetry god!

Finally… bring your own pen and paper.

After finishing writing, Tang Yi threw the charcoal away and pulled Tang Yin to sit down behind the stall.

"Brother, is this your brilliant plan?"

Tang Yin was shocked, staring at Tang Yi with her big eyes: "Brother, I know I'm young, but don't bully me because I'm young and think I don't know anything."

"Stop talking nonsense and start shouting." Tang Yi treated Tang Yin as his trademark.

Tang Yin was a little timid, and looked at Tang Yi weakly and aggrievedly.

As a result, Tang Yi folded his hands and closed his eyes.

Bad brother, I won’t pay attention to you anymore… Tang Yin could only bite her thin lips and shed tears: “Sell…sell poems, sell poems, one hundred taels for each good poem…”

A soft and tender voice with a crying tone spread...

Sure enough, Tang Yin's delicate voice quickly attracted many people.

When they saw two beggars selling poems, they were shocked.

"The Immortal Poet's stall? Damn, the Immortal Poet has fallen into the mortal world and become a beggar?"

"One hundred taels? And he has to pay first? Is this guy crazy because of poverty?"

"Oh my god, this guy is really arrogant! A beggar is even more arrogant than those great scholars in the literary world!"

"..."

A lot of people immediately gathered around the stall, pointing and talking at Tang Yi and his sister.

One hundred taels per poem? This beggar is too arrogant!

Tang Yin was so frightened that her face turned pale. Tang Yi raised his hand to support the back of her head. The little girl suddenly felt confident: "My brother said one hundred taels, and it is one hundred taels. I won't accept any rebuttal."

Tang Yi smiled and bowed, saying, "Everyone, I'm right. You get what you pay for. I dare to offer this price, so I'm qualified to ask for it!"

"Well, no objection."

After all, these are poems by sages. Wouldn’t the sages have any face if they were to clear out the goods at a low price?

However, after hearing the two's explanation, the discussions around them suddenly became louder, and everyone was mocking him. No one believed him.

"Master, this kid is just being mysterious, right? He dares to ask for a hundred taels for a poem."

In the crowd, a pale, beardless, effeminate man pointed at Tang Yi lying on the ground and said.

Beside him stood a middle-aged man in his early forties with a scholarly air.

The middle-aged man looked at Tang Yi and felt that this young man was sharp, confident and casual, like a sword that was sharp but knew how to hide its edge.

He doesn't look like a liar at all.

"Let's wait and see, someone should be unable to hold back any longer." The man laughed.

The middle-aged man was the Emperor of Dayan, Emperor Yanwen.

The northern barbarians have assembled 300,000 troops and may launch an attack on Dayan at any time. Now Dayan is arguing fiercely about whether to fight or not, which makes him very annoyed, so he left the palace to relax.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I arrived at Zhuangyuan Street, I encountered a scene that was completely incompatible with Zhuangyuan Street.

interesting!

"Brother, I don't know who your master is, and what masterpieces he has left behind. How dare you ask for such an exorbitant price?" someone asked coldly.

Who was his teacher? Tang Yi paused for a moment and said, "Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Lu You? Northwestern Polytechnical University?"

"Okay, that's not important. What's important is that you know I'm awesome."

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Li Bai, Du Fu... who are they? I've never heard of them!

Northwestern Polytechnical University? There are still people called Northwestern Polytechnical University?

Tang Yi looked up at the crowd and said, "Everyone, you can watch the fun, but if you want to try your hand at fighting counterfeiting... that's fine too, but please pay first."

Everyone was speechless. What did this mean? It was okay to question, but you had to pay to question?

"Little brother, since you said that, I'd like to see it for myself!"

Emperor Yanwen couldn't stand it anymore. A little beggar dared to be so rampant and bully me. Is there no one left in the literary world?

He walked out with a smile, looked at Tang Yi and said, "Since you are so courageous, how about this? If I am satisfied with the poem you wrote, I will double the money."

"But if I'm not satisfied with your poem, how about you... pack up your stall and leave immediately?"

Tang Yi looked at the man in front of him with extraordinary manners and knew that his identity was not simple.

It will definitely cost a lot of money.

He smiled and said, “Okay, but pay first!”

The man waved his hand, and the white-bearded man beside him came out and reluctantly handed a hundred-liang silver note to Tang Yi.

"Boy, you have to write well. If you dare to fool my master, I will make you pay for it."

Tang Yin stared at the stack of banknotes in her brother's hand, her big eyes widening.

Brother... Brother actually did it? Someone is actually willing to sell his poems for a hundred taels?

The crowd around was also excited, and the booing was ups and downs.

"Oh my god, are you crazy? Someone actually bought it!"

"Haha, I've learned something new. There really are people who are being taken advantage of!"

"..."

Tang Yi ignored the crowd's ridicule and looked at Emperor Yanwen. "Let me ask you what kind of poem you need to write. A landscape or pastoral poem? A frontier poem? Or something else?"

Emperor Yanwen narrowed his eyes slightly. "Why? You can write poems in all these schools of poetry?"

He pondered for a moment and said, "Now the Northern Di army is approaching, but the court is arguing endlessly about whether to fight or not. Write a poem from your own perspective based on this!"

The white-faced, beardless man immediately brought out paper, pen, table and chairs.

Tang Yi recalled the history of Dayan in his mind, and found many similarities with the historical Song Dynasty.

Coincidentally, Dayan also had an era name called Jingkang, and like the Song Dynasty, Dayan was conquered by the north during the Jingkang period, and the Jingkang Shame, which was stained with the blood and tears of countless people, also occurred!

Such a coincidence, such past history, in an instant, Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong" appeared in Tang Yi's mind.

Whether those civil officials fought or not had nothing to do with him, but he was once a soldier.

A soldier's duty is to defend the country!

Tang Yi immediately started writing, while Tang Yin stood in front of the table, forbidding anyone to approach.

After a moment, Tang Yi put away his brush and handed the poem to Emperor Yanwen: "It's done, take a look and see if you are satisfied."

Everyone was shocked when they saw this. It was finished so quickly? No need for preparation? No need for polishing?

Emperor Yanwen was not optimistic at first, but as soon as he opened the paper and took a look, his body was shocked.

After reading it, Emperor Yanwen felt a surge of passionate and heroic spirit in the poem, which made him tremble with excitement.

I never expected that the person who truly understood his thoughts was a little beggar!

Emperor Yanwen took a deep breath, looked at Chen Diaosi beside him and said, "Pay. I am very satisfied with your poem. Pay one hundred taels... No, pay five hundred taels."

Upon hearing this, the scene exploded instantly!

"What? It's true? He actually wrote it down."

"How is that possible? He just picked up his pen and started writing without even taking the time to think!"

"Five hundred taels, no, six hundred taels. A poem worth six hundred taels must be a masterpiece that will be passed down through the ages."

"..."

Everyone around wanted to get closer, wanting to see what kind of lyrics Tang Yi had written that could shock the buyer so much and make him pay an additional five hundred taels of silver.

However, there was a burly guard standing beside Emperor Yanwen, so no one dared to approach.

Tang Yin stared at Tang Yi with her big eyes, with only admiration in her eyes. Brother is so awesome!

"Thank you. Farewell."

Tang Yi got the banknotes, hugged Tang Yiner and ran away.

Six hundred taels is a huge sum of money. It would be tragic if someone got their eyes on it.

By the time Emperor Yanwen came back to his senses from the shock, Tang Yi had already disappeared into the street with Tang Yin in his arms. This made Emperor Yanwen, who had a thousand words in his heart, suddenly choked with discomfort.

"Zhao Hu, send someone to follow him and check the details of this beggar."

"With such literary talent, he must not be an ordinary person."

The man standing beside Emperor Yanwen, who was as strong as an iron tower, waved his hand, and several people in the crowd immediately chased after Tang Yi.

"Let's go back to the palace."

Emperor Yanwen was in a good mood and left quickly: "Don't they like to quarrel? I will let them listen to the voices of the people."

"Unfortunately, I forgot to ask the boy's name."