After traveling through time, I led the whole village to become rich!

The man said, "This poem was written by the talented scholar from Jiangnan, Mr. Li Xianyu. Mr. Li ranked 17th in the imperial examination this year."

The people below shouted, "What poem did Master Li write? Read it quickly..."

The person on the stage smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll read it to you right away."

"Striving for Spring: On a clear morning, I gaze upon the shores of the Green Lake, and the sight is filled with a new and extraordinary beauty. A whisper awakens the weeping willows from their dreams, and a myriad of reds and purples vie for spring."

"it is good……"

"Good poem..."

The onlookers all said hello.

Someone on the platform said, "Young Master Li's poem 'Striving for Spring' is by far the best piece of work tonight. Boss Xu of Jinglan Teahouse has promised to reward Young Master Li with one hundred taels of silver. If anyone else can produce a poem of the same quality, Boss Xu will also reward them with one hundred taels of silver."

"Mr. Xu is really generous in selling..."

"Mr. Xu is so generous..."

The people watching outside cheered.

The palace examination has not yet been held, and these poetry gatherings are only hosted by students and some businessmen. Officials want to avoid suspicion and will not participate in these poetry gatherings now.

The poetry gathering would only become lively after the palace examination was over, and would be attended by almost all officials.

Zhang Hulan asked, "Is it so easy to make money? One hundred taels for just one poem?"

Ye Hongyun chuckled, "Easy to make money? Do you think writing poetry is that easy?"

Zhang Hulan touched the box, and she was thinking about something in her mind.

Although she couldn't write poetry, she had read a few poems before...

Zhang Hulan asked, "Do they have any requirements for writing poetry?"

Ye Hongyun suppressed his laughter and asked, "Why, are you really planning to write a poem?"

Zhang Hulan said, "If it's easy and simple, I'd like to give it a try. If I can really make a hundred taels, I'll treat you all to a delicious meal."

"Okay, you said it!" Ye Hongyun immediately asked the people around him, "Hey, do you know what the requirements are for the poetry competition tonight?"

The person being asked didn't want to pay any attention when she saw that the person asking her was a woman.

But when he saw Ye Hongyun's noble appearance and the many maids and servants waiting on her, he said, "It's the Spring Examination, and tonight's poetry should be about spring."

Ye Hongyun looked at Zhang Hulan, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "How is it? Can you write a poem?"

Theme: Spring?

There are so many poems with the theme of spring, and Zhang Hulan is wondering which one is more suitable.

Seeing Zhang Hulan thinking seriously, Ye Hongyun felt like laughing even more, and there was a hint of teasing in her eyes.

Zhang Hulan thought for a while, then asked, "Where can I write poetry?"

Ye Hongyun's eyes widened. "You really want to write a poem?"

Zhang Hulan raised an eyebrow, "Are you taking me for a joke?"

They were talking quite loudly, and some people nearby heard them. So someone said, "If you have any poems, go to the front. There's a table with writing brushes, inkstones, and paper. Write them down, and someone will take them into the teahouse for the people inside to appreciate."

Write it yourself?

Zhang Hulan hesitated for a moment. She was not good at writing with a brush, so she decided not to show it off in public.

So she looked at Zhang Xiaojun and said, "Xiaojun, go and help me write it."

Zhang Xiaojun and everyone else stared at Zhang Hulan with wide eyes. Zhang Xinyue said happily, "Mom, you can write poetry too!"

Zhang Xiaobing's eyes were full of admiration, and he did not doubt Zhang Hulan at all.

Zhang Hulan has a particularly tall image in Zhang Xiaobing's mind. He feels that there is nothing his aunt won't do.

Zhang Hulan whispered the poem she had thought of to Zhang Xiaojun in his ear.

Zhang Xiaojun's eyes widened after hearing this. He looked at Zhang Hulan in disbelief, "Auntie, did you write this poem?"

Zhang Hulan's face didn't blush at all. "Could it be someone else?"

"Hurry up and write it down. If you can get the reward, we can go out and have something delicious." Zhang Hulan urged.

Ye Hongyun grabbed Zhang Xiaojun and asked, "What poem did your aunt write? Read it out loud for me. If it's too bad, don't write it, or she'll embarrass herself."

Zhang Hulan glared, "You're so pessimistic about me?"

Ye Hongyun said, "How can I be confident in you? If I ask you to compete in cooking or farming, I guarantee I will have confidence in you. But writing poetry..."

Zhang Hulan rolled her eyes at Ye Hongyun, then pushed Zhang Xiaojun over to write a poem.

Zhang Xiaojun squeezed to the front, and Zhang Xiaobing also wanted to squeeze over to see, but he was stopped by others and couldn't squeeze through at all.

When Zhang Xiaojun walked to the table and picked up the brush, people who were nearby immediately gathered around him.

Although Zhang Xiaojun only went to school for one year, his handwriting is pretty good, at least better than Zhang Hulan's.

Zhang Xiaojun suppressed his inner nervousness and wrote stroke by stroke, while someone beside him read the poem in a low voice.

"Evening Scene on the Spring River."

"There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the prophet of the spring river plumbing duck."

"The ground is covered with mugwort and the reed shoots are short, which is when the pufferfish is about to come up."

This poem is easy to understand. In just four short sentences, it describes many kinds of spring riverside scenes, including bamboo forests, peach blossoms, river water, ducks, Artemisia selengensis, and reed sprouts, fully demonstrating the vigorous vitality of spring.

"Good poem, good poem..."

The onlookers cheered again.

There was always someone guarding the door of the teahouse. When they saw Zhang Xiaojun writing poems, the onlookers cheered and that person came forward to see.

After reading the poem, his eyes also shone with light.

"Please wait a moment, young master. I will take the poem in and show it to the people inside."

After the man finished speaking, he took the manuscript of the poem into the teahouse.

People outside had already spread the poem. Ye Hongyun stared at Zhang Hulan as if he had seen a ghost.

"You can really write poetry?"

"And you did it so well?"

Zhang Xinyao and her three sisters and Zhang Xiaobing Shanzi looked at Zhang Hulan with stars in their eyes.

Just as Zhang Hulan was about to pretend, a voice rang out from behind them, "I didn't expect Zhang Tunjian's poetry to be so good. Qin admires him."

Zhang Hulan and Ye Hongyun turned around and saw that it was Prime Minister Qin.

Ye Hongyun asked, "Master Qin is also here to attend the poetry gathering?"

Qin Bingrong smiled and said, "I have nothing to do, so I came out for a walk. I heard there is a poetry gathering here, so I came to see if this year's students can come up with any good poems."

Qin Bingrong then looked at Zhang Hulan and said, "I never thought that Zhang Tunjian is quite knowledgeable in poetry."

Zhang Hulan said hurriedly, "Master Qin, your praise is unmerited. I have no knowledge of poetry. I just... had a sudden inspiration."

Qin Bingrong felt that Zhang Hulan was being modest, and he looked at Zhang Hulan with approval and appreciation.

The door of the teahouse opened again, and the man who had brought the manuscript of the poem came out. He said to Zhang Xiaojun, "Sir, the other gentlemen inside and Mr. Xu invite you in for a chat."

Zhang Xiaojun scratched his head and said, "I didn't write this poem. I was just a ghostwriter."

The man was startled and asked hurriedly, "Who wrote this poem? Is it here?"

Zhang Xiaojun replied: "My aunt did it."

The man was stunned again, "Aunt? Was this poem written by a woman?"