"This scholar, why do I look a little familiar?"


    Jiang Fan asked with Lin Wanqing.


    "This scholar also participated in the previous Fujiang round poetry meeting, but he didn''t show much from beginning to end, so brother Jiang Fan may not impress you."


    Lin Wanqing said.


    "I see."


    Jiang Fan suddenly walks forward at the same time and reaches out to help the scholar up.


    "Oh, thank you, brother. I''m so amused. These southerners are really... Eh? It''s you!?"


    The scholar, supported by Jiang Fan, stood up passively. As soon as he wanted to thank Jiang Fan, he saw Jiang Fan''s appearance clearly and couldn''t help shouting.


    "Brother, do you know me?"


    Jiang Fan said with a smile.


    "Yes! Of course! At the fujiangyuan poetry fair not long ago, my brother''s several poems were amazing. Wansheng was present at that time! But Wansheng didn''t have any good works, so I shouldn''t have noticed Wansheng!"


    The scholar looked excited.


    "Ha, that''s a coincidence. I don''t know what''s wrong with you, brother. Why are you thrown out? If someone makes trouble, you can go directly to the street patrol Yamen. If the Yamen comes forward to adjust this kind of thing, you will certainly give you a fair result."


    Jiang Fan said with ha ha.


    In fact, the reason why he came forward to help the scholars is mainly to see the transformation of the street patrol yamen servants.


    If it had been in the past, the street patrol yamen would not have looked at such a small dispute more.


    But now, according to Jiang Fan''s request, if the street patrol yamen dare to turn a blind eye to such things, then the reform is the only consequence.


    In Jiang Fan''s concept, if you don''t do things well, it''s a matter of ability, but if you don''t do things, it''s a matter of attitude.


    Ability problems can be cultivated slowly, but attitude problems will be killed.


    Unexpectedly, after hearing Jiang Fan''s suggestion, the young scholar turned red and said, "his skills are not as good as people, and he has nothing to say. Indeed, he has made a bet. Whoever loses will be thrown out. If this kind of thing comes out from the street patrol yamen, it will be laughed at by the southern people in the teahouse."


    "Er, what''s going on? It''s inconvenient for Fang to say?"


    Jiang Fan frowned and asked.


    "Hey, actually, it''s not a big deal. Some talented people came from Jinling and said they wanted to compete with our readers in Heyang city in poetry and lyrics. They came yesterday. As a result, our readers in Heyang city really failed all day. I''m not angry. I want to try today. As a result... They are not as skilled as people after all, and I''m convinced to lose Take it. "


    The young scholar looked helpless.


    However, after the voice fell, the whole man was stunned again. Then he suddenly looked up and stared at Jiang Fan.


    "Brother... What''s the matter?"


    Jiang fan is a little cautious when he is stared at.


    "It''s nothing! Brother! The southern people came to challenge our talents in Heyang city. The fundamental reason is because of you! I thought before, these southern people are so arrogant, why don''t you come to teach them a lesson! As a result, I met you! Brother! You''re here! If you don''t come again, our scholars in Heyang city will really lose face ！”


    The young scholar pulled Jiang Fan''s arm with an excited face.


    Such a reaction made Jiang Fan fog.


    "Wait a minute... What does this have to do with me? Why is it because of me?"


    Jiang Fan asked in amazement.


    "Brother, do you remember those poems you wrote at the fujiangyuan poetry fair? They were rated as the best poets of the Zhou Dynasty by the teachers on the spot. After this matter was spread to Jinling, the talents of Jinling were very dissatisfied. They thought that our Heyang city was exaggerated and ignorant."


    "So these Jinling talents chose to go to our Heyang city and set up something similar to the poetry challenge arena, just to prove that our previous evaluation of your poetry talent Zhou No. 1 in Heyang city is a joke! Brother, do you think it has anything to do with you?"


    The young scholar said with a bitter smile.


    "Ah? Isn''t it enough to support? Just for such an inexplicable reason, he ran from Jinling to Heyang city?"


    Jiang fan is a little difficult to understand.


    "Who says it''s not? But there are as many dignitaries in Jinling City. In fact, many talented people come from dignitaries. They don''t have to worry about eating. There''s nothing else to do every day except reciting poems and Fu and being artful."


    The young scholar smiled bitterly again and then said, "in addition, the talents of Jinling have always looked down on our scholars in the north. Since the imperial examination, the number of scholars who can be listed in the south is far more than that in the north. Therefore, several masters of Heyang city directly call you the first poetic talent of Da Zhou, which will naturally annoy those Jinling talents."


    "It''s reasonable to come all the way to challenge the scholars in Heyang city. After all... The scholars in the South have always been so aggressive."


    This is... Too childish, isn''t it? You''re not three years old


    Jiang Fan could not help scratching his head and subconsciously looked up at the second floor of the teahouse.


    The Jinling talented man standing by the window, dressed in silk and satin, looks very rich.


    "Brother Jiang Fan, it sounds interesting. Let''s go in and have a look."


    Lin Wanqing on one side said excitedly.


    "Yes, brother! Go up and teach those southerners a lesson! It''s too arrogant! What do you say? The people in Heyang city are rural people who have never seen the world. It''s outrageous! There are even our scholars in Heyang city who work for the tiger. It''s hateful!"


    Then the young scholar directly looked up at the second floor of the teahouse and shouted to the rich talent by the window, "Yu Wencheng! Don''t be proud! I''m not as skilled as a man, I think! But I can''t represent the level of Heyang talent! The talent next to me is the one who was rated as the first poet of the great Zhou Dynasty! He is the benchmark of Heyang!"


    What？！


    Man, what are you doing? I haven''t promised yet! Why did you just call the number for me?


    Jiang Fan immediately widened his eyes.


    "Oh? It''s not easy to be a turtle at last. Since you''re here, hurry up so that we can see what the so-called great Zhou poetry is the first and what the level is."


    The rich scholar called Yu Wencheng looked at Jiang Fan with a contemptuous smile and said.


    On the second floor of the teahouse, laughter full of sarcasm was obviously heard,


    Jiang Fan couldn''t help but look at the young scholar.


    "Come on, brother! The face of Heyang city is all on you! We must severely suppress the arrogance of these southerners!"


    The young scholar clenched his fist at Jiang Fan! Said with an excited face.


    Well, you have a strong sense of honor and Disgrace in this region


    Jiang Fan sighed and could only lead Lin Wanqing into the teahouse.