On the Double Ninth Festival on the ninth day of the ninth month, Mr. Zhao Xingfeng and Zhao started to speak, "Scholars must not be broad-minded and resolute, but have a long way to go." The slightly nasal sound of Pingzhou dialect echoed in Chongzhi Hall. More than a hundred people listened attentively, "Rare is great, and resolute is strong and able to decide. Scholars can carry heavy responsibilities and move forward in a long way. Take benevolence as their own responsibility, and they still have a breath and have a lot of ambitions, which can be said to be far-fetched..."

Jiang Anyi felt that there were waves of waves in his mind slamming and stirring. Mr. Zhao's words aroused his strong resonance. We scholars should take the world as their responsibility. As the teacher said, if you are successful, you will benefit the world, and if you are poor, you will be safe. The most wise sayings kept coming from Mr. Zhao's three wisps of ink beards. Jiang Anyi thought, when he had a beard, should he be like Mr. Zhao? The three wisps of black beards look elegant and elegant no matter how you look at it.

"Some people rely on their cleverness to read a few books and write a few poems and think they are too arrogant. They act exaggeratedly and say some distorted words. Even if such people have some talents, they will not be called a master, and they may be a slander in the future." Zhao Xingfeng's words became stern, and Pingzhou dialect became sharp and harsh. "What do you say is worse than to give a strong advice than to give, and leave a useful body to wait for the future. Why is the country raising a scholar? Is it ours to be greedy for life and fear death?"

Zhao Xingfeng's words were like a loud slap in Jiang Anyi's face, trembling his head, making him buzz. After listening to a few more words, every sentence was directed at his rebuttal that "three kindnesses do not distinguish between superiority and inferiority". Jiang Anyi didn't know where he offended Mr. Zhao and asked him to whip himself up in the lecture hall. Isn't the academy encouraged and argued? Even if Mr. Zhao had different opinions, there was no need to be so indignant.

After class, Jiang Anyi sat in the empty Chongzhi Hall in a daze. After a long time, he stood up staggeringly and walked out with a pale face. He had many things he didn't understand, but one thing he understood very well. Mr. Zhao didn't like him. Jiang Anyi asked himself that there was nothing wrong with his opinion that "Yin You Three Rens can't distinguish between superiors and inferiors" Mr. Su didn't say anything, and the academy also recruited himself into the school, which proved this point.

Walking into the yard from the house, the sun shone directly in front of you, and you were a little dizzy. After closing your eyes and waiting for a moment, Jiang Anyi's eyes returned to the clarity. Although Mr. Zhao didn't like him, Mr. Ling and Mr. Su were very caring for him. Feng Shanchang even invited him to come and study. He could not satisfy everyone, but at least he had to insist on letting those who were satisfied with him continue to be satisfied. To comfort himself, Jiang Anyi's steps became much more firm, but he had no good feelings for the three wisps of ink in his heart.

Back at the residence, there were a bunch of things on the table, including chrysanthemum wine, osmanthus cake, dogwood grass, and a carry box. Li Shicheng stood up and said, "An Yi, you are finally back. Today is Double Ninth Festival. Let's go to drink." Without any explanation, the osmanthus cake, dogwood grass and carry box were stuffed into Jiang Anyi's hand, picked up the jar of chrysanthemum wine and pulled Jiang Anyi out of the door.

The academy is at the foot of Wuluo Mountain. Wuluo Mountain is a continuous mountain range. There are many places to see the distance. Jiang Anyi and the others did not go to the back mountain, but went out of the front door of the academy to go left, crossing the farmland to the Zhuowang Peak on the left. Looking up at the mountain road, many students from the academy were climbing up.

Stepping onto the mountain road, Jiang Anyi couldn't help but think of the situation of An Yong going up the mountain to hunt beasts. His steps became light, his head was high and the clouds were light, and the boredom in his heart was blown away by the wind. The academy had the habit of climbing high to appreciate chrysanthemums in the Double Ninth Festival. There were chrysanthemums on both sides of the mountain road, and clusters of yellow, white and golden flowers bloomed proudly in the sun. Zhuo Wangfeng was like a woman wearing colorful veil, charming and beautiful.

There is Zhuo Wangting at the top of Zhuowang Peak, and someone has occupied the good seats. Li Shicheng and Jiang Anyi found a stone under the shade of the tree next to them, opened the box, took out the cup and chopsticks, and placed four dishes of vegetables, fried pig ears, braised beef, duck feet and foie gras in the inner compartment. Poured wine, the two of them drank in the wind in their hometown, missing their relatives.

There was a noisy sound from Zhuo Wangting. Everyone wants a good place, and later generations want to bully others with their power. Li Shicheng's face changed slightly. Hearing the voice of his seventeenth grandfather, Jiang Anyi also remembered Li Dongfeng's voice deeply. The two pairs smiled bitterly, and the wine could not be drunk.

After packing up the things, the two wanted to sneak down the mountain quietly to avoid the disaster of fish. Unexpectedly, the greasy guy beside Li Dongfeng was sharp-eyed and saw the two of them at a glance. He poked Li Dongfeng with his fingers to signal. Li Dongfeng smiled maliciously and shouted: "Shicheng grandson, why did he leave when he sees his grandfather? He doesn't ask any good things, so it's so unruly."

Li Shicheng had no choice but to go forward to salute, giving it to the people around him with a look of surprise and a red face. After the salute, Li Shicheng thought of turning around and leaving, but Li Dongfeng said: "You have recently boasted about joining the Zhumei Poetry Club. Mr. Zhou from the clan school also said that you have outstanding poetry talent, and it is my Li family's Yushu Zhilan. Today, my grandfather is going to test whether you are really talented in poetry and whether you are worthy of Yushu Zhilan from the Li family."

Li Dongfeng's words were full of sourness, and then pointed at the people in the pavilion and shouted: "After climbing high and looking far away on the Double Ninth Festival, of course I have to write poetry. It is better to decide the winner and lose with poetry. If we win, the pavilion will give us. If you win, you will lose ten taels of silver." Turning his face, Li Dongfeng smiled indifferently: "Good grandson, if you lose, you will have to pay the ten taels of silver."

Li Shicheng looked pale, but he had no choice.

The group of people in the pavilion discussed it and nodded in agreement. The two sides agreed to put the title of "Chrysanthemum". Li Dongfeng looked at Li Shicheng and said, "Let's start."

At this point, Li Shicheng had to search for poems. With a stick of incense, Li Shicheng looked happy and chanted loudly: "The flowers are gone, and the chrysanthemums are filled with branches. The wine in the Double Ninth Festival is harmonious, and the fragrance is over the collar of the clothes."

"Not bad", "good poem", there is no Bai Ding in the seat, and you will know the quality of the poem at once. Li Dongfeng endured his jealousy, turned his anger into the pavilion, and asked sternly: "Where is your poem, wait for you for a while, if you can't do it, you will admit defeat."

"No need", a young man with square faces walked out of the crowd. Li Shicheng recognized Lin Yizhen, the senior of the Tongshe Society, and thought it was not good. Lin Yizhen was the backbone of the Bamboo and Plum Poetry Society. His poems are famous for their far-reaching thoughts. When he meets him, Li Shicheng is really unsure.

Lin Yizhen stood in front of Li Shicheng with half a head lowered, raised her head slightly and looked straight into Li Shicheng's eyes, and said calmly: "The first two lines of your poem are excellent, which describe the pride of chrysanthemums, which is extraordinary. Unfortunately, the last two lines seem to be insufficient in writing. Perhaps because time is too hasty, it must be a good poem when you go back and think about it."

Lin Yizhen spoke instructively, and Li Dongfeng interrupted impatiently: "Why are you talking so much? If you have the ability, you can also write one."

Lin Yizhen's eyes flew directly over Li Dongfeng's face. Facing the blooming chrysanthemums all over the mountains, he recited word by word: "The light red and light white are dark yellow, and the clusters of new makeup are filled with fragrance. Climbing up and drinking Double Ninth Festival wine is enough to send a drunken dream to return to his hometown."

"Wonderful", "A good poem is worthy of Brother Lin's name", "A wonderful saying is natural, and it is romance through things, and it is wonderful and wonderful". Lin Yizhen looked calm and bowed her hands in praise.

Li Dongfeng's eyes turned and he said implicitly: "Your poem is good, but it's still a little worse than what my dear grandson did. Let's go out of it."

As soon as the words fell, they immediately attracted a lot of curses, "absurd", "shameless", "not only blinded by your eyes, but also blind."

There was a voice that was different and cursed lazily: "Where did the stinky fart come from? It was so smoky that I couldn't drink this wine."

Zhao Fuguang, the pink face beside Li Dongfeng, sneered: "The Li family's poetry and books are passed down from generation to generation, and many famous scholars are born. Brother Li's father is a juren. His uncle, Li Yuanqiao, is the chief minister of the prefecture, and is even more literary and elegant, and is valued by Jiangnan. Mr. Li's family has a lot of knowledge. How can you be humiliated easily?"

The chief is the governor, with a high position and a powerful position. If nothing unexpected happens, he will be the examiner of the provincial examination. This is obviously a force that is overwhelming. Everyone in the pavilion avoids Zhao Fuguang's fierce gaze and reveals the speaker leaning on the pavilion pillar. Zhao Fuguang glared fiercely. The man was carrying a wine pot and pouring wine into his mouth. The wine fell on his short beard and fell on the front of the scholar's shirt. The man didn't care and couldn't say it all. After the wine was drunk, the man placed the wine pot on the railing and cursed: "Don't rush to pat the horse, be careful to pat the horse's hooves. Anqi Li's family is famous, but this one..."

The man pointed at Lin Yizhen and said, "You have heard of the Lin family in Yihu. The Lin family is born in the Lin family, and it is not worse than your master. The governor Ping is considered a high-ranking official from the fifth rank, but our young master's father is a doctor from the Ministry of Revenue. By chance, he was also from the fifth rank, so he was stunned. Take the money!"

Zhao Fuguang's face was completely dead and could not say a word. Although they were all from the fifth rank, everyone knew that the capital officials were better than the local officials, and the Lin family was stronger than the Li family.

Li Dongfeng smiled and said to Lin Yizhen: "It's rude and rude. The flood has rushed to the Dragon King Temple. Brother Lin, don't be surprised. Li Shicheng, why don't you take out the silver quickly."

Li Shicheng had no money to do with him, and looked at Jiang Anyi with a request for help. He knew Jiang Anyi's poetry talent well. If Jiang Anyi could write a poem, he might be able to save him from water and fire. Seeing that Li Shicheng was staring at Jiang Anyi with a full of begging, Lin Yizhen's eyes moved and looked at Jiang Anyi with inquiry, and took everyone together to salute Jiang Anyi.

Jiang Anyi was very annoyed. He didn't want to show off or fight with anyone. He just wanted to study quietly, get fame, get married and have children, and live happily with his family. However, things went against his wishes. He first suffered a thunder disaster and was unable to defend his family. Then Hou Qimaba was a disaster, and the prince of Yu's family made things difficult. When he arrived at the academy, he met a gentleman to scold him. Is it not happy that he possessed a demon because he was displeased?

"Don't compare the bulbs with wet brass. On nine days, the branches are close to the hair of the temples. The dew wet the autumn fragrance fills the pond. I don't envy the height of the tiles." After studying the poem dryly, Jiang Anyi picked up the food box and went down the mountain without looking back. The sun shone on his back, feeling lonely.

Li Shicheng was stunned for a while, picked up the wine jar and hurriedly chased after him.
Chapter completed!