"Because I''m poor, since a poem can sell a hundred passes, why not sell it? What''s the use of poetry, which can''t be eaten or drunk?"
Jiang Fan poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, looked at Lin Wanqing sitting opposite, and said naturally.
Jiang Fan has arranged for Su xiaonuan and others to go out. He has given Su xiaonuan and others a thousand passes of money and issued them five hundred passes. Su xiaonuan and others are asked to purchase grain, meat, salt and a series of living materials separately.
Jiang Fan himself took Lin Wanqing and casually entered a restaurant. He asked for a few dishes and was ready to taste the delicious food of the world.
As a result, just after sitting down and ordering, Lin Wanqing asked him why he wanted to sell poetry.
Why? Are you stupid?
I don''t want to sell money, do I still want to dream?
Lin Wanqing tooted his mouth and said, "I haven''t seen anyone like you. Shouldn''t it be elegant for you to recite poetry and write words?"
"What''s the matter of elegance? You can''t even eat enough. What can you play with elegance? Money can be presumptuous. If you don''t have money, you can only restrain. For me, the greatest function of poetry is that it doesn''t work."
Jiang Fan said with a smile.
"Nonsense! Our scholars, holding the will of heaven and reporting to the people, how can they use those copper smelling things to pollute!"
Suddenly there was a fierce scolding on the nearby table.
With the crisp sound of patting the table, a Confucian student grew up and stared at Jiang Fan angrily.
The sound was so abrupt and loud that the lobby, which was originally noisy in the small restaurant, suddenly quieted down.
A few diners subconsciously looked at Jiang Fan.
Jiang Fan looked stunned and turned to the Confucian scholar standing on the table next to him. His eyes were full of inexplicable looks.
Are you sick? Did you annoy you?
"Why! There''s nothing to say, isn''t there? Listen to what you said just now? The greatest function of poetry is that it''s useless? It doesn''t matter! Who do you think you are?! what qualifications do you have to evaluate poetry! Such arrogance is a disgrace to our readers!"
Seeing Jiang Fan staring at himself without saying a word, Lu Zhaoling took it for granted that Jiang Fan was ashamed and speechless.
I couldn''t help feeling proud. I swept Lin Wanqing from the corner of my eye and found that Lin Wanqing was staring at himself, so I couldn''t help getting more excited.
Just when Jiang Fan came in, Lu Zhaoling noticed the stunning Lin Wanqing around Jiang Fan.
At a glance, it''s like seeing heaven and man! My heart is like a cat scratching!
I was thinking about what kind of way to chat up, but I didn''t expect that the other party gave him such a grand reason!
Lu Zhaoling is very happy!
Thinking about the identity of Lu''s legitimate son in the south of the city, although it''s nothing in Heyang City, it''s very simple to attract civilian women.
Just looking at the simple clothes of Jiang Fan and Lin Wanqing, they can''t be aristocrats!
"I''m just very surprised. It''s none of your business for me to eat at my own table and chat with my friends. Why do you suddenly jump up and howl? Do I know you?"
Jiang Fan turned his eyes and said.
"You! Speak foul language! It''s shameless! Our scholars, walking between heaven and earth, speak out when they encounter injustice! Is it reasonable for you to insult poetry!"
Lu Zhaoling didn''t expect that Jiang Fan dared to be so rude to himself. He immediately said angrily.
"You are such an interesting person. Why did I insult poetry? Did you pollute yourself with copper smelling things? Was your brain squeezed by the door or kicked by a donkey? Why do you eat here and pay the bill? Do you use your inexplicable so-called truth?"
Jiang Fan said very speechless.
In fact, if in his own world, Jiang Fan''s temper is more or less cautious and submissive.
But in this world, Jiang fan doesn''t have much sense of belonging for the time being. It''s more like a dream. Therefore, between his words and deeds, his subconscious will be more arbitrary.
Lu Zhaoling was stunned and didn''t react to Jiang Fan''s meaning for a moment.
But just for a moment, noisy laughter rang out in the lobby of the restaurant.
"Hahaha, the donkey kicked me in the head? Oh, hey, what a joke..."
"This little brother is so interesting to speak. Why should I pay the bill? I''m afraid I won''t have to be killed by the shopkeeper?"
"Maybe the man was stupid in reading, his brain was hard to use, or, as my brother said, he was crowded by the door?"
All kinds of comments were accompanied by laughter.
Lu Zhaoling finally came back. The other party was scolding him for being stupid!
His face turned red in an instant, and his anger burned down. He couldn''t help scolding: "presumptuous! Just a humble civilian! Dare to insult the noble! Don''t you want to live! Look at your shabby look! Is your whole body worth ten copper coins! No wonder your head is full of ah blocking!"
"Zhaoling, bear your temper."
The scholar sitting at the same table with Lu Zhaoling could not help frowning and opening his mouth.
At the same time, he turned to Jiang Fan and said, "brother, the greatest function of poetry is that it doesn''t work. This sentence is rich in Zen meaning. My friend doesn''t have a deeper understanding when he is in a hurry. It''s his fault. However, you are rude and sarcastic. It''s not a gentleman''s act. I hope you can apologize to my friend."
Jiang Fan was more speechless. He glanced and said, "you can only be a traitor if you are in a mess. Snakes and mice can have a nest. What kind of person and what kind of friends do you make? It was your friend who provoked first, but you asked me to apologize? How can a man be shameless?"
The scholar''s face stiffened, and he bowed his hand and said, "brother, it''s bad. Right is right, wrong is wrong, and it doesn''t change with the distance of the relationship. My friend''s evaluation of you is no problem. Brother''s Taiwanese language is absurd, and my friend is alert to you for your own good. But there are many good advice, and it''s normal for you not to listen to it, but you shouldn''t speak ill of each other."
"If you want to pull off the frame, just say it. You have to whitewash yourself with a high sounding. Is it hypocritical or not?"
Jiang Fan stood up, looked at Lu Zhaoling again, and then said, "I''m disgusted by people like you. However, since you think I insulted poetry, I think I like poetry very much, so before I leave, I''ll give you a poem."
The lobby of the restaurant was quiet again. The sight of several table diners focused on Jiang Fan for a moment.
"Refining a thousand hammers, a needle, a bump, an inverted cloth up."
Jiang Fan said the first sentence with a smile.
Huh? Needle writing? But this poem... Is it too straightforward?
The diners in the restaurant looked at each other.
Lu Zhaoling looked sarcastic.
Jiang Fan didn''t feel it, and then said, "his eyes grow on his ass. he only knows clothes... Not people."
What?!
Lu Zhaoling''s face suddenly froze with the mockery that had just emerged, and the whole person stood directly on the spot.
This is not a writing needle at all... This is satirizing him!
He despised Jiang Fan''s clothes and trousers before. He was scolded by writing poems on the spot?!
But also scolded so... Frankly?! What do you mean your eyes are on your ass?! Is it so damaging?
Even those who haven''t read a book can recite fluently as long as they listen to it once or twice?!
This... Isn''t this to make yourself infamous?!
Once the poem is widely spread, when others ask why the allusions of the poem are, what face does Lu Zhaoling have?
This is... Too cruel!
The diners in the restaurant obviously thought of this. The original look at each other has been replaced by shock!
How dare someone be so quick?! Just a few breaths, he made such a satirical poem that was very appropriate? And because of the masterstroke of the last two sentences, the quality of this poem is extremely high!
Where did you come from?!
For a moment, the whole restaurant was silent and the fallen leaves could be heard!