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"Brother Xin!"

Luo Xin was sitting on the ox cart when he heard someone shouting behind him. When he looked back, it was Zhang Xun. Luo Ping stopped the ox cart. Luo Xin jumped out of the ox cart and bowed to Zhang Xun:

"Brother Zhang!"

"Brother Xin, are you coming to the city too?" Zhang Xun came over with a smile. He was nearly thirteen years old and began to have a handsome prototype.

"Well, go to the city with dad to buy something."

"Brother Xin, it's just right for you to meet. The Mid-Autumn Festival Cultural Conference is held in Taoyuan this afternoon, let's go together."

"Wenhui?"

When Luo Xin heard this, he realized that Zhang Xun was about to start his studies next year, so he participated in some such literary gatherings, one was to make friends with some scholars, and the other was to become famous.

"Yes! I heard that the magistrate and Lord Lu will come here at this time."

Luo Xin was slightly confused. If Lu Tingfang had attended the literary meeting, why didn’t he invite him?

After thinking for a moment, he realized in his heart that Lu Tingfang was afraid that he would lose himself when he became famous when he was young. This was also a kind of protection for himself. After all, in his eyes, Luo Xin was just an eight-year-old child, and he did not know that this young body contained a soul in his thirties.

After understanding Lu Tingfang's thoughts, Luo Xin hesitated whether he would go to Taoyuan Cultural Association?

I'm going, I wonder what Lu Tingfang would think?

If you don’t go, Luo Xin’s heart is really itchy!

He has been in the Ming Dynasty for a year and has never participated in such a literary gathering. Even if he just stays by his side and watch it, he can integrate into this era and into the circle of literati as soon as possible.

Staying in Shanglin Village every day is so hiding that Luo Xin is so nervous.

"Brother Xin!" Zhang Xun called again.

"Xin'er, go!"

Luo Ping said, in his heart, his son is a scholar, how can scholars not participate in the literary gathering of scholars? What's more, the literary gathering that the county magistrates have to attend? As for why Lu Tingfang didn't tell his son, he chose to ignore it.

"My little brother, go!" The eldest brother and dad have the same thought.

"Brother Xin, go, we happen to be together. After all, I will take the scientific examination path. Such literature will be beneficial to us."

Luo Xin did not resist the temptation of Wenhui after all. He wanted to see Wenhui in this era, so he nodded and said:

"good!"

Luo Xin finally convinced himself that he just went to see and didn't speak. I'm afraid even Lu Tingfang wouldn't see him, but just got in touch with the literati atmosphere of this era.

When Zhang Xun saw Luo Xin agreeing, he was very happy. He had no friends in the county town, and he felt lonely and a little frightened. Now that he had Luo Xin as his companion, he felt much more at ease. He turned around and smiled at Luo Ping and said:

"Uncle Luo, after the literary meeting is over, Brother Xin will follow me back to the village. My father is here, and he will go back with me at that time."

"Okay!" Hearing Zhang Shu was around, Luo Ping gave up and said, "Go back before dark, don't delay going to your grandfather's house."

"Yes, dad!" Luo Xin replied.

"Don't worry, Uncle Luo, I will definitely go home before dark."

Taoyuan is located in the south of the city. It is called Taoyuan, but it is not a garden, but a peach forest. The scholars and poets in the county often gather here, but Yanglin County was originally a small county, with not many scholars, and they usually have small gatherings. But this time, it is different. It is not a few months since the scientific examination in February next year, so this literary gathering is not only the scholars in the county, but also the scholars in the surrounding villages. When Luo Xin followed Zhang Xun to Taoyuan, he actually saw more than 100 people.

Luo Xin and Zhang Xun walked slowly towards the Taoyuan. From a distance, they saw that there were already arrangements in the depths of the Taoyuan. This time the literary meeting was very formal. There were short tables placed, and some fruits and wine utensils were placed on the short tables.

Zhang Xun and Luo Xin knew each other. Looking at the twenty scholars in the center of the front row, laughing and talking happily, Luo Xin and Zhang Xun were not only a little embarrassed. However, they were not embarrassed for long, and there were many people in their situation. Luo Xin also realized that the twenty people gathered in the center of the front row should be scholars in the county town, which is the so-called city people. The others were countrymen like Luo Xin and Zhang Xun.

However, not all the country people were embarrassed. Many older scholars knew those people in the city and came forward to say hello. Only people like Luo Xin and Zhang Xun were left. However, scholars of this era were familiar with each other, so these people gathered together to introduce each other, and quickly got rid of the embarrassment and became lively.

However, few people paid attention to Luo Xin. After all, there was no one as young as him here. When he saw him following Zhang Xun, he thought that Zhang Xun brought him to see the world. Zhang Xun did not forget to introduce Luo Xin, but the scholars just nodded in a general way and then started chatting with Zhang Xun and others.

Luo Xin was so happy. He knew that he was too young and was not yet faced with others. He was so happy, just sat aside and listened silently to everyone's conversation and felt the atmosphere of the literati of this era.

"Did you see it?" One of the older scholars signaled a graceful and smiling scholar in the center of the front row with his eyes:

"The scholar in a white robe."

"See!" Everyone responded in a low voice and looked over.

"That person is the magistrate's son, named Zhou Yu, who is already a scholar."

Everyone was watching and remembered Zhou Yu's image. The scholar again signaled with his eyes:

"Did you see that scholar in blue shirt? He is simple and plays the piano well. He also does a great job in making art."

"I heard that he is simple!"

"Did you see that young man with a low figure and has been silent all the time? He is the number one prodigy in the county, Hai Zheng. He passed the county examination at the age of eight, became a child of the government examination, and became a child of the child. He was only eleven years old this year. Unfortunately, he did not pass the college examination in the end, otherwise he would become the youngest scholar in Jinyang."

"All these people are here! This literary event can be called a grand event!"

Everyone's eyes released an expectant look. It is an honor to be able to attend such a grand event. It would be even more wonderful if there was only a little bit of color in such a grand event!

Luo Xin looked at Hai Zheng with his eyes and said in his heart: "You really should not be underestimated by scholars from the Ming Dynasty. He passed the county and prefecture tests at the age of eight. This is the real child prodigy!"

Luo Xin thought that he could pass the county and prefecture test now, but he was a soul but not eight years old. If he was really an eight-year-old child, he would never pass the county and prefecture test.

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