Xiao Jiading slapped his forehead and said, "It's just how to secretly operate the promotion in the officialdom. - Oh, it's just how to spend money to manage it, that's all!"

Du Erniu said oh, saying a little disdainful: "You said you would have paid some money to get some money. Who can understand what you say in the local dialect?"

Damn! Such a trendy noun of "unspoken rules" has become a dialect that I can't understand? Xiao Jiading said: "Your grandfather knows it, and you all know the rules in the officialdom. I can help him think of a way to help me become a clerk in the yamen. - make it clear that he is a clerk, not a yamen runner. Although I'm good at fighting, I don't want to be a yamen runner."

Du Erniu smiled and said, "It's no problem to help you come up with an idea. Where do you live?"

"I live..." Xiao Jiading looked dark and looked sobbing, "Tell me the truth, I am not from Yizhou, my family is..., in a very far place, my parents are no longer here... (Xiao Jiading muttered to himself: My parents didn't appear in the Tang Dynasty, and this didn't tell lies. I'm not cursing you. Dad and Mom don't care)... I was alone, so I wandered around, but when I came out, I knew what road to me was needed. I didn't have it, so I had to hide from me. Some time ago, I wanted to be a monk in the temple, because I heard that it was not necessary to be a monk. I shaved all my hair. When I went to the temple, I realized that I had to be a monk and what kind of certificates were needed. I didn't even have to make a board. I didn't have this certificate. The monk didn't think it was, and my hair had become like this..."

Xiao Jiading took off the scarf wrapped around his head, revealing his short hair.

Du Erniu laughed, then sighed again, and said, "You are so pitiful, have you suffered a lot, right? Don't worry, you are so good, I will definitely find a way to help my grandfather join the yamen to be a clerk! For me, and for you! By the way, I will find another way to get you a road guide, and you can fill it in according to your original situation. It would be impossible to be a clerk, and the yamen would not recruit people of unknown origin."

"Okay! Thank you!" Xiao Jiading thought to himself, his hometown? What are I going to fill in? Locals all have household registrations, so they couldn't agree first. Go back and think about how to fill in it, and said, "Then it's better. I'll wait for you outside the county government at noon tomorrow."

"Okay! That's all!"

Just as he was talking about this, he suddenly heard Mrs. Ji whisper in the distance: "Er Niu, how are you doing? The fragrance is almost burning!"

Du Erniu looked back and saw that Huang Shiyun had already stood up and walked to several cases to prepare for writing. However, Tang Rongxuan was still there, lowering his head and thinking, and then agreed, "Come now!"

Du Erniu looked back at Xiao Jiading and said, "How is it? Have you thought of poetry?"

Xiao Jiading smiled slightly: "When I was eating chicken and drinking, I had already thought about it. Otherwise, how could I have the leisure to talk to you?"

Du Erniu was overjoyed and said, "Speak quickly! I'll listen!"

Xiao Jiading chanted the famous work "Ode to Willows" by the Tang Dynasty poet He Zhizhang.

After listening to this poem, especially the last sentence "The spring breeze in February is like scissors", Du Erniu was stunned and stared at him in a daze. This is not a farmer, it is a great man! It is so awesome! If this person helps him in the future, let alone the number one talented woman in Yizhou, it is no problem to be the most talented woman in the Tang Dynasty! Du Erniu stood up with a smile and was about to leave, when she suddenly remembered something again, squatted down and whispered: "What are the flaws in their poems?"

Xiao Jiading smiled bitterly: "Their poems have not been read yet, how do I know what I am writing? Let them read them!"

"Yes!" Du Erniu slapped his forehead embarrassedly, and turned around and saw that Tang Rongxuan had already finished writing, and said, "Madam Ji, I have already thought about what their poems are written. Come and read them, so I can compare them to see if they can win.

Mrs. Ji chanted Huang Shiyun's words loudly:

Looking for spring all day long but not seeing spring,

Straw shoes stroll around the clouds on the longtou.

When I come back, I smile and pick up the plum blossoms and smell them.

Spring is already ten thousand on the branches.

Then, Mrs. Ji recited Tang Rongxuan's poem:

The flowers fall in the long river and the grass is green,

The dusk mountains overlap and rain.

When spring comes, I feel bitter.

Today I burst into tears.

When Xiao Jiading was a child, not only did his parents force memorize poetry, but as Chinese teachers, they also explained it one by one, and also taught him a lot of knowledge about ancient poetry. He was very smart and soon found the flaws in these two poems and told Du Erniu in a low voice.

After hearing this, Du Erniu was overjoyed, got up and twisted her fat buttocks, ran back happily. She glanced at the fragrance and was almost burning. However, it was enough to write this song of Xiao Jiading plagiarism and teach her the seven quatrains:

Jasper makes up a tree,

Ten thousand green silk ribbons hanging down.

I don't know who cuts out the thin leaves,

The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

When she was writing, Huang Shijun and Tang Rongxuan were both watching nervously. When the last word was finished, both of them were stunned!

Mrs. Ji held her hands and said, "Good poem! Another wonderful poem! This first sentence compares the willows to the beautiful concubine of Sima Yi, the King of Runan in the Jin Dynasty. It is graceful and graceful, delicate and lovely. It is really wonderful. The thousands of hanging willow branches are like the silk ribbons that are swaying in the wind? These two sentences depict the willow tree that looks like a beautiful girl in front of her. What is even more wonderful is the second sentence, which used a question to ask which daughter of the delicate willow leaves was cut out? It attracted meditation. The answer to the last sentence is the spring breeze that turned into scissors. The spring breeze passed by, the tender green and bright red, and the mountain flowers were full of flowers. Is there anything more skillful in the world than the spring breeze?"

After Mrs. Ji commented, everyone onlookers praised her.

Mrs. Ji turned her head to look at Du Erniu with a smile, her eyes full of admiration: "Er Niu, you have made two wonderful poems in a row. In my opinion, if you want to recognize yourself as the second in this poetry meeting, no one will dare to recognize the first."

Everyone nodded repeatedly to say yes.

Du Erniu was very happy and grinned and smiled silly.

"Impossible!" Tang Rongxuan was about to go crazy, staring at Du Erniu with red eyes, as if he wanted to see something from her. "Your poems in the past are nonsense, why did you make such wonderful sentences all at once? You are plagiarizing someone else!"

Du Erniu felt a little nervous, but she was not showing any weakness. She put her hands on her hips and said, "What are you talking about? You said I copied it, then tell me, who did I copy? Explain it clearly! Otherwise, I will never end with you!"

Huang Shiyun's pretty face, which was originally red, was so white that it was not bloody at all. She shook her head and said, "It's not a plagiarism. If someone could write such a poem, I'm afraid it will spread all over the country in a blink of an eye. How can we not know?"

Tang Rongxuan was speechless, and Huang Shiyun's words made him speechless. They were all people who loved poetry and were familiar with the poems and songs of the previous dynasties. These two poems by Du Erniu are so wonderful that they are definitely not something that ordinary people can write. Those who can write such poems are definitely not unknown. It can be seen that Du Erniu has no way to plagiarize them.

Naturally he could not have known that these two poems were indeed plagiarized, but were just famous quotes from the Middle and Late Tang Dynasty more than a hundred years later. They were plagiarized by Xiao Jiading, a time traveler in modern society, 1,500 years later.

Mrs. Ji smiled and said, "Just based on these two poems, Du Erniu's reputation will soon be heard all over the country! I want to be famous poets of the world. In my humble opinion, no one can compare to Erniu!"

No matter how thick-skinned Du Erniu was, she was embarrassed to take such praise. Her chubby face was a little flushed, and she smiled embarrassedly and didn't know how to answer.

Huang Shijun shook his head miserably: "I lost, I accept the punishment!" He walked over and picked up the wine bottle and poured the wine.

Tang Rongxuan yelled with red eyes: "I don't accept it! Although her poem is very good, mine is not bad. Why do you compare mine? Even if I can't surpass her, no matter how bad I am, I should be ranked first!"

Mrs. Ji and others were stunned. They could not have imagined that Tang Rongxuan was so shameless, but this obvious thing had to be slandered. However, there was no first in literature and no second in martial arts. If you really wanted to say that this poem was better than that one, you really couldn't give a reason that was absolutely convincing. It could only be a human feeling.

Du Erniu saw that he was slutty, but fortunately Xiao Jiading had already talked about the problems in their poems. He secretly thanked him and said angrily: "You have such a big flaw in your poem, how can you be the number one?"

Tang Rongxuan said: "Okay, okay! Let's talk about it, what are the flaws in my poem? I figured it out, this time it is not a requirement for the scenery in front of me, as long as it suits the spring mood, it's good. Let's make it clear. If you tell me the flaws in my poem, I will convince myself and admit defeat! If I can't say it, I can't be considered as losing! We two are ranked first, and no one will drink it!"

Seeing that he was so shameless, Mrs. Ji couldn't help but frown and shake her head.

Du Erniu snorted, picked up his poem, and recited: "The last two lines of your poem: When spring comes, you feel bitter and bitter, and today you will cry. It means that when spring comes, you feel as pitiful as floating weeds. When you think about it, you will cry, right?"

"Yes. What's wrong? Is there anything wrong?" Tang Rongxuan glared.

"Of course it's not right!" Du Erniu said with a smile: "Have you ever left Yizhou since you were a child?"

In fact, this flaw was speculated in Xiao Jiading's mind. A playboy like him generally would not go out to travel around the world and suffer from the suffering of wind and frost. This guess was really right.

Tang Rongxuan said embarrassedly: "No, my father said I am still young and I will go on a trip later in a while."

"Since you have never left Yizhou, where did you get the pain of floating in the air? How could you fly away?"

"This..., can't you write it if you haven't experienced it?"

"You write about mood, but you don't have this kind of experience. Where did you get this kind of mood? To put it nicely, it is called 'Young man doesn't know the taste of sorrow, and he insists on saying sorrow for writing new poems!' If you don't say it nicely, it means whining without any illness! Can you win the championship with a poem like yours?"

Mrs. Ji exclaimed: "The young man doesn't know the taste of sorrow, so he insists on saying sorrow in order to write new poems! - Erniu! These two sentences are very good! They really speak for themselves."

These two sentences were told by Xiao Jiading to plagiarize the poems of the Song Dynasty poet Xin Qiji, and were words that pointed out his flaws. It was naturally impossible for these people from the Tang Dynasty to know the poems of the Song Dynasty. When she heard her casually say them, they were all witty words, and she couldn't help but praise them again.
Chapter completed!