Chapter 174: The point of the maiman

Days passed day by day. After the busy schedule of Daya Zhizheng Garden, when the affairs in the garden gradually returned to peace, Tang Cheng's life was no longer as busy as before, but gradually became relaxed and regular.

Things in the garden were on track, and daily affairs and management were handled by Guan Guan and Liu Wuniang and others, so Tang Cheng didn't need to worry too much. As for the new poem, Tang Cheng simply prepared dozens of poems at once to put on emergency response. In addition, Meng Haoran and his friends supported him, so this part did not seem cramped.

In the first few days of the opening of Daya Zhizhengyuan, all new poems were signed from Tang Cheng. Since "The Dao Dao" was difficult, this name has been closely watched by Daocheng Shilin. In the following days, new poems have been heard one after another, and the two new poems every night are all classics. With the continuous flow of high-quality new poems, Shilin changed from strangers to familiarity with the pink newcomer Tang Cheng, and the "poetry talent" revealed by this name has also gradually become accustomed to speaking sour words from the initial jealousy, and even later amazing.

For a moment, with the help of the specific platform of Daya Zhizhengyuan, Tang Cheng, an outsider, made his name in the Daocheng Shilin at an unprecedented speed. With the emergence of two classic works every night, Tang Cheng's reputation became more and more popular. However, when many scholars were curiously speculating that he would sing another masterpiece tonight, Tang Cheng's new poem release suddenly came to an abrupt end.

Then, the name that Shilin became familiar to him was Meng Haoran, Xiangzhou. Although his poems were not as bold and elegant as those from "The Dao Dao of Shu", which made people feel bloody when they chanted, they had a light and natural feeling like a mountain stream. After being warm and unrestrained, it was really a unique feeling to read such a fresh and natural work. Gradually, more than one person felt that the poems in Meng Haoran in Xiangzhou had a vague charm of Tao Yuanming from the previous dynasty. Tao Yuanming followed some other poems. But whether it was from the original Tang Cheng to the subsequent Meng Haoran, and then to these new poets, the common feature was that all these poems were top-quality works. As a result, people in Dacheng Shilin gradually began to form an impression: the two new poems published by Daya Zhizhengyuan every night must be excellent works.

Therefore, there were young scholars who were eager to become famous and took their proud works to the Grand Garden, hoping that they could make their poems known to everyone.

The young scholars who went there at the beginning just tried it with the idea of ​​taking chances. After all, they all knew the inside story of the Wenhui Association. It is difficult for young people to stand out in Shilin. There is obviously a group of people in Daya Zhizhengyuan, and they may not be willing to give such a good opportunity to others.

Unexpectedly, on the next night, one of the scholars' new poems was sung with the companionship of the Pipa nationalist. Although only one of the more than 100 poems was selected, its symbolic and exemplary significance was extremely great, especially for those young scholars. They may not care about the smooth pen of Daya Zhizhengyuan, but they cannot resist the temptation of reputation. How could new generations like them have ever had such an experience that the entire scholars were concerned about when the poem was released? Not to mention experience, such a thing could not be imagined in the Daocheng literary world before.

The power of role models is huge. The move of Daya Zhizhengyuan suddenly ignited the desire of young scholars. For a moment, there were more than several times more people going to Daya Zhizhengyuan to write poems than before, and with the newly selected poems released, this further stimulated the desire of the scholars.

For these passionate young scholars, the most attractive thing about Daya Zhizhengyuan is that here, no one depends on your age, no one cares about your qualifications, and you don’t need to help run errands and prepare any New Year ceremony. The only thing you need is talent, and poetry that can show such talent. As long as you have this, it’s enough!

Even if the selected part is always a very small part. But for most young scholars, they may be depressed, but not angry. The reason is that the selected poems were sung in public. By comparing these poems, the unselected scholars can see the gap. At least they understand that they are not being criticized, but that the works themselves are indeed inferior to people. Therefore, although they are not selected, they feel positive stimulation and harder stimulation.

For these young scholars who often recite "I can't eat when I'm not eating the case. I'll sigh... Since ancient times, the sages have been poor and humble, let alone our lonely and straightforward", what else is more attractive than a competitive platform that is far more fairer than a literary master?

In turn, the attention of these young scholars to the poems of Daya Zhizhengyuan has made Daya Zhizhengyuan itself more solid and thicker.

For the literary clubs controlled by He Zhongda and others, the emergence of Daya Zhizhengyuan is an alternative, a different kind that completely subverts the traditional cultural club selection method, abandons the so-called authority, and originates from grassroots alternatives.

The situation in Daya Zhizhengyuan was very good. Feng Haizhou and others could handle the responsibilities in the yamen with the rules of conduct. Tang Cheng felt completely relaxed in the continuous busy period some time ago. After going to the yamen to sing Mao every day, he would return to the study in Daya Zhizhengyuan after explaining the matter. In conjunction with Meng Haoran's selection of poems, he spent more time on his studies. Such busy and leisurely life was really a pleasant one.

But not everyone's life is as comfortable as Tang Cheng, such as... He Zhongda.

"Master, these poems..."

Looking at the manuscript of the poem in the old servant's hand, He Zhongda suddenly rolled up his cheeks. Although his teeth were biting hard, his tone was still as peaceful and mellow as ever, "Don't Yue Chaoqun want it?"

"Yes," the old servant said gloomyly: "Not only Yue Chaoqun, but the old slave also ran to several other large brothels, they..."

"Oh? They told me the reason?"

"No. I even said that the old servant could have less pens..." As soon as the old servant said this, he was interrupted by He Zhongda who suddenly turned red on his face, "Who asked you to take your own initiative to reduce pens?"

After looking at He Zhongda who was suddenly angry, the old servant lowered his head and said, "I know I'm wrong."

After a long silent silence, He Zhongda had recovered his peaceful and mediocre morale when he spoke again. "Forget it, remember that you should not take any action in the future, go."

The old servant just left not long ago, but he turned around and walked back, "What's the matter?"

"Master Wang is here to pay homage. Should I see you or..."

"Please go to the study room." After saying this, He Zhongda slowly closed his eyes as before.

The old servant went away. After he left, He Zhongda in the study, got up and went to the bronze mirror in the room to look at his face. Then he poured a basin of water and quickly washed it. When the footsteps outside the study came, He Zhongda was already refreshed and energetic after washing. Only looking at his current face, who would have thought that he had been just now. He could not control his anger.

He Zhongda looked in the mirror again and greeted the study door, bowed to Wang Qunyu, who was walking quickly and laughed: "Looking at Wenshan's hurry, did he have any wonderful words to appreciate with my strange writing?"

"Daweng, how can you be content to write poetry now?" Wang Qunyu looked heartbroken. "Since the opening of Daya Zhizhengyuan, the scholars have been shocked. Many young scholars were bewitched by him and only wanted to be lucky. How could they have the heart to be at ease in poetry? What makes people feel sad is that the literary and Taoist tradition is gradually fading. In the long run, how can I continue my poetry lineage in Shandong Dongdao? Daweng is tolerant, but who is unbearable!"

Hearing this, He Zhongda waved his hand and smiled faintly: "Young children are just showing off their momentary indignation. What is Wenshan's identity? What are you going to care about with these impatient students? Come and talk in the room."

"Daweng!" Looking at He Zhongda with a calm face, Wang Qunyu sighed in disguise and walked towards the study.

After the two sat down, Wang Qunyu slapped the teacup in his hand on the table, "Daweng, why do I want to argue with this young man? You are really too damning! In the Daocheng poetry world, I have some reputation, and Daweng is even the main alliance. Look at the Daya Zhizhengyuan. Since its opening, I have written two new poems every day. But for these days, I won't talk about it. Even Daweng's poems are not used. Even the younger generations are so arrogant, but they still have a little bit of respect for teachers and respect for Taoism? What does he regard Daweng's poetry world?"

"It's nothing if I don't need old poetry, it's just that Wenshan said that it damages the unity of literary understanding and Taoism..." He waved his hand and sighed with an ancient look on his face: "This matter must be ignored, otherwise we will be ashamed of the predecessors of the Daocheng poetry world, and will be guilty of the descendants, sinners, sinners!"

Wang Qunyu praised him loudly when he heard this, "Okay, Daweng's words can be made of gold and stone. Although I am weak, I am willing to join in the grand event."

"This kind of major event is naturally necessary to borrow Wenshan."

"But I don't know what constitution Daweng has?"

"Since the day when Daya Zhizhengyuan opened, I can invite the adults to visit him, it is probably useless to appeal to the school officials." He Zhongda gently stroked his long beard under his jaw and said, "I want to hold a large-scale literary meeting recently, and invite fellow poets in Daocheng, and let them go all out for later generations. We will not participate in this literary meeting and write poems immediately, and we will give all the opportunities to future generations."

"Um?".

"As we are today, can we still compete with these later generations? I just need to do a good job of evaluating and rewarding at the literary meeting. For senior poets, this is also the perfect meaning." At this point, He Zhongda smiled, "If this literary meeting is very effective, I will change the literary meeting to the past and hold it regularly. After so many times, it will not only bring together fellow poets in the poetry world, but also keep young scholars away from the bewitching of the Daya Zhizhengyuan."

"Okay", Wang Qunyu, who understands that he appreciates the festival, must have savoring poems. This regular literary meeting is no different from the Daya Zhizhengyuan. Compared with the wild Daya Zhizhengyuan, the literary meeting is the Taoist tradition that has been passed down for thousands of years. As long as young people have more opportunities, it is naturally more attractive to them than the Daya Zhizhengyuan, which has no comments or incentives. After a few regular literary meetings, the influence of Daya Zhizhengyuan on Shilin will naturally fade away, and by that time...

The more I thought about it, the more excited I became. I hadn't got a penny of Runbi in Liulinfang these days, and I was completely ignored by Daya Zhizhengyuan and almost couldn't wait to ask: "Daweng, when is the Wenhui? Where is the location?"
Chapter completed!