Looking at Jiang Fan, after reading aloud, he leisurely continued to go to King Wu''s house. Chen ang followed Jiang Fan behind him, tasting every word Jiang Fan said just now in his mind.


    Seeing that he was about to arrive at King Wu''s residence, Chen ang slowed down from the aftertaste. He was shocked. Tongjiang fan asked, "what kind of style are you? I''ve never heard of it. It''s too straightforward, but it means a lot. It''s amazing."


    "Well... Maybe you can call him vernacular poetry."


    Jiang Fan said casually.


    "Vernacular poetry?"


    "Yes, they are not rigidly attached to the rhythm and rhyme. The situation is free, open and straightforward. The most important thing is that they can be understood directly by anyone. Even the illiterate people can feel the meaning."


    Jiang Fan said with a smile.


    This style of modern poetry, in its own world, first appeared in the late Qing Dynasty.


    If we really carry forward and begin to be respected, we will delay to the May 4th New Culture Movement.


    Therefore, in the current feudal era, Jiang Fan has come up with a representative modern poem, which will indeed have a great psychological impact on old masters like Chen ang.


    "Interestingly, poetry was originally elegant, but you changed it so that ordinary people can understand it. I think if it is spread, it will attract many scholars to criticize you."


    Chen ang said with a smile.


    "So what does Lord Chen think?"


    Jiang Fan naturally knows that this reform is a great treason in the current feudal society.


    But he did not worry, because the more feudal times, the more the right to speak... In fact, the more in the hands of a few people.


    "Of course, I agree. After teaching in Taixue for so many years, my greatest ideal is to enable as many people as possible to read and read. But over the past few decades, the effect is very little. Maybe you can open up a new way instead."


    Chen ang Fuxu smiled.


    "Since Lord Chen thinks it''s feasible, there''s no problem. At that time, Lord Chen will wave the flag and shout to me. Before other scholars want to criticize me, they have to weigh up whether they are qualified or not."


    Jiang Fan said with an expression of conspiracy.


    Chen ang was stunned. Immediately, he stared at Jiang Fan helplessly and said, "so you''re waiting for me here? You think you can''t bear the curse, so you drag me to ruin my reputation with you?"


    "It''s not so exaggerated, and I didn''t think about promoting this so-called vernacular poetry now. Before I don''t have enough rights, I''m asking for trouble. The only result is to dig a hole and bury myself alive. It''s impossible to succeed."


    Jiang Fan said with a smile.


    "When are you going to implement it?"


    "Let''s talk about this. It''s just a temporary idea. Whether to implement it or not is not certain."


    "Why do I think you''re perfunctory?"


    "That''s your illusion."


    They talked to each other. They found that they had come outside King Wu''s house without speaking for a while.


    The porter didn''t let Jiang Fan wait for them, and they couldn''t pass, so he directly led them into the house.


    At this time, Zhou Di, king of Wu, and his son Zhou he were discussing the reception process in the main hall. After hearing that the servant reported to Jiang Fandeng''s house, they simply went to meet each other in person.


    Of course, Jiang fan is now a city captain. Compared with King Zhou Di, he can be called a monarch and minister. Therefore, when he gets up to greet each other, he can only make a gesture. It is impossible to welcome far. At most, he waits outside the main hall.


    "Captain Jiangcheng came in time. I''m going to send someone to call you to discuss tomorrow''s reception."


    Welcoming Jiang Fan into the main hall, King Zhou Di said with a smile.


    "What the LORD said, you sent someone to remind me a few days ago. Naturally, I remember the time. If you remind me, I have to wait for you to send someone to call. Is that a bad memory?"


    Jiang Fan said with the same smile.


    "This is wrong. It has nothing to do with memory. After all, Cheng Wei is the second-largest person after Cheng Shou. It''s normal to be busy on business and forget some unimportant things."


    Zhou Di said as usual.


    Jiang Fan''s heart thumped, but on the surface he didn''t leak a sound or color. He just owed himself a little and bowed down. He was quite respectful: "the Lord buried me. My city captain was recommended by the Lord. Naturally, for me, the Lord''s business is the most important thing. As for the official business of Heyang City, it''s just easy."


    "Do it easily? Jiangcheng Wei doesn''t have to be modest. I see how the whole Heyang city has changed during this time. It''s no exaggeration to say that you owe all these changes to Jiangcheng Wei. If this can only be regarded as doing it easily, all the officials in our big Zhou Dynasty should resign and return home before they can apologize."


    Zhou Di was very satisfied with Jiang Fan''s attitude and said with a smile.


    "It''s just some immature ideas. Without the support of the Lord, I can''t transform Heyang city."


    Jiang Fan continues to be obedient.


    "Well, don''t be polite here. Let''s get down to business. I don''t have any opinions about these changes in Heyang city. Since you are a city captain, these are certainly your own affairs, and I will never interfere and intervene. You are an official of the great Zhou Dynasty, not of the king, so you don''t need to talk to the king in the future."


    As Zhou Di spoke, he finally sat back in his chair and motioned Jiang Fan to take their seats.


    Jiang Fan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and knew that he had passed this level.


    But he didn''t expect Zhou Di to express his dissatisfaction with him so clearly.


    Obviously, it is because recently, in the process of governance, he has never communicated with King Wu''s house, which has estranged Zhou Di''s heart.


    But in Jiang Fan''s view, Zhou Di is a very deep figure in the city. Therefore, even if he is dissatisfied, he will release him in a more relaxed way.


    Zhou Di must have his own purpose for such an undisguised rough performance now.


    I don''t know whether this purpose is simply to beat him or whether there are other ideas implied in it.


    "Old man, has Ben Wang seen you somewhere?"


    Just sitting down, Zhou Di''s eyes fell on Chen ang.


    "If you go back to the Lord, ten years ago, the LORD went to Jinling. The lower official met the Lord."


    Chen ang leaned over and said.


    "Oh? What do you call the old man?"


    Zhou Di was a little surprised.


    "I''m Chen ang, a former Imperial College Master. I''m just getting old this year."


    Chen ang straightened up and said.