Chapter 107: County Magistrate Dacai commented on poetry and paintings

When County Magistrate Jia saw that the friend had no surprise expression at all, he knew that the news of his arrival had been leaked early, and he had no intention of pursuing this. He followed the friend in. When he arrived inside the door, another friend came up and led him upstairs.

"Let's go have a meal." County Magistrate Jia entered a room on the second floor where he could see the scenery outside, and ordered the yamen runners who were following him, and he was about to be here.

The yamen runners obediently retreated, and their meals were already ready, and they didn't want to follow the county magistrate to eat restrictively.

The guy immediately put the four dishes on it first, all of which were cold dishes, two meats and two vegetables, and hot dishes were being cooked. Then he served. When he wanted to retreat to the door, he was stopped by County Magistrate Jia.

"I am here today. I have to ask some things. Stay by your side, don't tell lies, otherwise I will leave a place for you in the prison."

"I understand, sir, please ask, the younger one will tell you everything you know." The guy replied respectfully with a look of fear.

County Magistrate Jia liked to see the guy like this, so he smiled, pointed at a plate of garlic cucumbers on the table with chopsticks and asked, "Do you know where this cucumber comes from?"

"I know, Zhangjiazhuang specially planted it. Every day I pick it, I will send it to the restaurant first. You can try it, it tastes good." The guy replied, and took a step forward and poured the warm wine into the cup in front of County Magistrate Jia.

County Magistrate Jia picked up the cup and took a sip, picked up a cucumber with a lot of garlic and threw it into his mouth, chewed it carefully, and nodded slightly, "Okay, this garlic is spicy but not spicy, and the cucumber is clear but not cold, how to make it?"

"Sir, the young man doesn't know how to make it. Master Ni cares about this. I'll ask you? Sir, you are trying this eggplant. This young man knows that he put the eggplant in a pot and steamed it. After it cools down, he mixes the sauce, scallion and coriander. He has peeled the skin of the eggplant and tasted it until it is tender."

The guy shook his head this time and introduced a new dish to County Magistrate Jia. County Magistrate Jia just asked, even if he knew about it, he wouldn't be able to make it by himself. He nodded and said, "Is this beef tendon? Do you often eat beef here?"

The guy nodded, shook his head again, and replied, "It's cow tendons, I can't eat them on weekdays. This is my master. Take out the past. Since there was a mountain behind the village, someone herded cattle, which is always dangerous. Zhang and Wang's family have already said that you should be careful."

"really?"

"Of course it's true, otherwise the adults would put the small ones in prison and let the small ones who were guarding the prison do not give them food." The man promised.

County Magistrate Jia was so excited when he saw the guy's appearance. He was locked up in the prison. Perhaps he lived better than outside. Will the yamen runners in the yamen listen to him? The guy was so honest. He looked up at the arrangements around him and happened to see a pair of calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.

The painting is a picture of cold plums proud of the snow. It is just like the painting, with a little bit of character. It also mentions a poem on it, "The cold plums are not proud of the snow, and life is filled with joy. The heart is the red of autumn, and the color of the snow is added to the sun."

"No, this poem is not good. There are four consecutive flats and four consecutive corners. It should be changed to a heart that adds snow to powder. What do you think?"

When the magistrate Jia saw that Zhang Zhong was writing the signature, he knew that it was the head of Zhangjiazhuangzi, so he found something wrong.

The guy looked at it blankly and said after a while: "My lord really has a good vision, but others don't see it. Master, what is Si Lianping? The younger one doesn't understand. When the younger one goes back, he will say to Mr. Zhang to listen to it and ask the master to change the poem. Master, and see how the adults paint it again?"

"Well, you will learn this slowly in the future. You don't understand it after talking about it. Do you draw it? The plum blossoms on the painting bloomed a little earlier. Why is it only pink but not white? White is the same as snow, which is a failure." County Magistrate Jia said reservedly.

"Yes, yes, what the adults said is that there should be white. Even if some flowers are pink, the snow will still be white. You are looking at this. "The guy followed the flattery and pointed to another poem on the wall. This word was written in the Wang style.

County Magistrate Jia turned his head and saw that it was the same painting, followed by a poem, "There are several plum branches in the corner of the wall, blooming alone in the cold. I know it is not snow, because there is a faint fragrance."

He shook his head and said, "Not appropriate, why does this word look soft? Oh, it's not elegant, absolutely not, oh, it was also written by Zhang Zhong. The strokes were changed too quickly. If you want to change, the plum blossoms in the painting are also a bit bad. There should be snow on this side of the wall, not just on the wall.

Man, tell me, how can the plum blossoms in the corner of the wall smell the fragrance of flowers in the distance? The wind is blocked by the wall, and the failure cannot be a poem at all."

"Sir, this is not written by the master. There are a few small words below. Look carefully. Is it written by Zhang Zhong's daughter-in-law Wang Juan?" The guy pointed there and said.

"Oh~! It turns out that he is a little girl. No wonder he didn't think about the wall blocking the wind when he wrote it." County Magistrate Jia was even more sure of what he said just now. Without waiting for the guy to continue talking, he saw another painting next to him and laughed.

"What kind of painting is this? The plum blossoms made him painted it into a big tree, with lush branches and leaves, interesting and interesting. In this poem, the fragrance sways and the noisy beauty, occupying all the charms to the small garden. The sparse shadows slant across the water, and the faint fragrance floats at dusk. The frost birds want to fall and steal their eyes first, while the pink butterflies know that they have a broken soul. Fortunately, they can sing in a slight chant, so they don't need to be good at sharing the golden cup. It's not good."

After reading the painting, County Magistrate Jia went to read the poem again. His words were even worse. He shook his head, said disdainfully with his lips, pointed at the poem and said to the friend:

"Come on, it's said that other flowers have withered and bloomed. Since they have occupied all the charm, why didn't they plant them in the small garden? Then look at it, in such a cold day, isn't the water frozen? Since it's dusk, it's a scene where the sun and the moon appear together. Where can there be frost? The one behind is even worse. It's better not to say it, oh, let me see, this is Zhang Zhong's son? It's that little treasure? It's really a little kid, and I don't know anything."

"You are right, I don't understand. This broken poem is just to make people happy here. Adult, I will serve you food." The guy continued to praise it. Anyway, as long as it was said by County Magistrate Jia, everything was right. When he heard footsteps in the corridor, he knew that the food was being delivered, so he hurried to the door.

After taking the tray, there were four hot dishes on it and brought them to the Magistrate Jia, they arranged them one by one, returned the tray, added wine, and waited by the side to wait for a reply.

County Magistrate Jia picked up a piece of roasted venison, swallowed it with wine, and nodded, "This dish is very good, but unfortunately the arrangement around him is a bit bad, especially the three paintings and the three poems on the paintings, which should not be placed. Oh, this is between the water and clouds, so it is placed."

He wanted to ask someone to pick it off, but suddenly he remembered what place it was. Even if he picked it off now, he would still hang it up after he left.

The guy continued to echo, "What the adults said is right, it's time to pick it off. Why not leave a calligraphy treasure for others to see it?"

"Okay, get the pen, ink, paper and inkstone." County Magistrate Jia, who was praised for his happiness, agreed without thinking.

The guy hurried out and came back in a while. He pulled over another small table specially used for writing, spread the paper and grind the ink there. When it was almost done, County Magistrate Jia picked up his pen and dipped it in the ink, pondered for a moment, and said, "I only wrote a poem that also chanted the plum blossoms."

After speaking, I started writing, and it seemed that I was at the peak of art. After writing the poem, I took out a small seal from my arms, pressed it on the ink next to me, pressed it on the signature, and asked the friend, "How?"

"Okay, the word "Sir" is indeed extraordinary. You can see the plum blossom spirit coming to your face." The guy showed a look of surprise, his eyes wide open, and his hands and feet were trembling with excitement.

County Magistrate Jia smiled and said, "It's just that. Now Japanese officials are tired and have written a little worse than usual. Let's see how it is written in this poem?"

"It's good to write, a good poem. From this poem, the young man saw the plum blossoms blooming and countless tourists stopped to watch the pictures of admiring. The adults were really amazing. With just one poem, they made people..."

"Where is it open? It's obviously in bud, and there are not so many tourists, only two people sitting opposite each other and drinking." County Magistrate Jia was a little dissatisfied with what the guest said, and his face sank, and he beat the guest to say later.

The guy hurriedly leaned forward again, nodded his head suddenly, and said, "I saw the mistake just now. I'm sorry, so I know now. It's written that there is snow falling on the plum blossom branches, but the plum blossoms are not blooming. Flower buds grow there, and there are two heroic people, eating meat and drinking with big bowls. The wind blows, and the snow on the branches falls, and the two of them are wailing..."

"What snow falls on the branches? There is no snow, nor is there such a strong wind. A man and a woman sit opposite each other. Do you know?" County Magistrate Jia was so angry that he asked at the guy.

The guy lowered his head and replied in a low voice, "Sir, the young man is illiterate and he doesn't know what you are writing at all. It's better for you to give the young man Niannian. If you forget anything else in the future, you will definitely remember this word."

"It turns out that I don't recognize words, it's okay. I listen to you. This poem is that it's not snowing when winter comes, and the plum blossoms are in bud. A man and a woman chant each other, wanting to see the flowing water but the ice river. I regret it when the warm wine cups are in their mouths, but the ice melts in spring. When we attract each other again, the late plum blossoms may bloom." County Magistrate Jia had no choice but to recite the poem himself.

"Good poems, the adults write better than ordinary people. I'll tell you that there are more people who recite poems in this restaurant, and the young ones have not understood them before. Today, the adults' poems are thought of, and the young ones will immediately understand. Sir, you, you really don't know what to say. The young ones will immediately find someone to frame the words."

The guy was trembling even harder, so he stepped forward and prepared to pick up the paper, but was stopped by County Magistrate Jia. "No hurry, it's okay to do it when I leave. I have something to ask you."
Chapter completed!