Fang Jun's Poetry and Painting!
After he finished speaking, Fang Jun carefully examined the fan and ordered someone to retrieve the Four Treasures of the Study.
"How much did you borrow from Wang Gang?" Fang Jun asked Zhang San.”
Zhang San answered truthfully,"Replying to Your Excellency, I borrowed ten taels of silver from him."”
Fang Jun nodded, but didn't say anything else. Instead, he carefully examined the fan again, and from time to time, he would ponder. No one knew what he was thinking.
"Hey, why do you think the county magistrate needs brush, ink, paper, and inkstone?”
The person who was asked shook his head and looked at Fang Jun."Who knows? However, I think I should write something on that fan. Otherwise, why would I need a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone?”
"That's true, but I heard that the son of the prime minister is like a playboy. What can he write?”
The surrounding people all shook their heads. Only a luxuriously dressed scholar said,"Most of the children of officials have to take the examination for official titles. Although they can't write some world-shocking famous sayings like those great scholars, they can still write some philosophical poems.”
Those people nodded as if they had come to a realization.
They were just commoners. In their eyes, other than having a higher status and a little money, those sons of officials were no different from those who did nothing and were idle.
Finally.
After the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone were taken out, Fang Jun took the brush and fiddled with the surface of the fan. After a while, a landscape painting appeared on the fan. Fang Jun even recited a poem beside it.
He read,
"The flat banks, the small bridge, and the thousand peaks embrace. a soft blue water swirls around the flowers and plants. the thatched cottage's windows are graceful. The dust does not reach. from time to time the spring breeze blows.
I wake up at noon to hear birds talking. I sleep as if listening to the morning rooster. I suddenly remember my old friend, now always old. Greedy for good dreams. I forgot about Handan."
After he finished writing, he put down his pen.
Fang Jun felt good about himself and raised his fan to dry the ink, revealing a satisfied smile.
The audience was filled with exclamations.
How many people in this world could have such painting skills to paint the landscape so vividly?
A few scholars who were cultured even worshipped the poem that Fang Jun had mentioned.
"…The thatched cottage has a few windows, and the windows are graceful. The dust does not reach. The spring breeze would blow at any moment…Good poem, good poem! This is the first time I've seen such a poem.”
"I didn't think that the county magistrate would have such literary talent. A small bridge on a flat shore and a thousand peaks…Just this sentence alone had a different flavor. Wonderful."
As for the luxuriously dressed scholar, when he heard what the person beside him said and looked at the fan in Fang Jun's hand, he was surprised, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
"This shouldn't be a poem. As far as I know, this should be a poem.”
"Ci?"
The two scholars looked at the scholar in confusion.
However, it was not strange that they did not know. After all, poetry was popular in the Tang Dynasty. Ci was just a long and short sentence that the musicians who sang for a living created or adapted according to the needs of the lyrics and music.
Moreover, the scholar saw that the two scholars were only 12 or 14 years old. It was not surprising that he did not know about the existence of the latest.
However, the scholar carefully read the poem that Fang Jun had proposed over and over again. It was as if he was there, and he saw what was written in the poem.
"It's too neat." Scholar couldn't help but praise.
As far as he knew, most of the poems were about men and women's love and lovesickness. In the eyes of those scholars, they were not elegant.
However, Fang Jun's poem described the landscape and expressed his feelings. It could no longer be compared to the lyrics created by musicians.
Zhang San was stunned.
In his hand, it was just an ordinary, plain and boring fan, but after Fang Jun's work, it was no longer a fan, but a collectible.
" Sir, Sir, you are…" Zhang San didn't understand Fang Jun's intentions, but he guessed something and asked at the right time.
Fang Jun admired his work and smiled lightly,"Since this fan is monotonous and no one wants to buy it, I'll make some modifications.”
The people in the hall no longer dared to say dull words. They were all praising the new county magistrate for his poetry and painting.
Fang Jun's smug smile grew wider when he heard these words.
However, he knew that he could not be proud.
"Alright, alright, silence! I added some poems and paintings to this fan. Today, I will make a decision on behalf of Zhang San. Is there anyone who wants to buy this fan now?”
Everyone was fighting for it.
A little fatty who looked like the son of a landlord squeezed out of the crowd. He raised a toot hand and shouted,"I want it, I want it. No matter how much money you ask for, I can afford it!”
When the people who were watching the fun heard the little fatty's words, they could not help but tease,"If it was ten million taels of silver, would you be able to afford it?”
Everyone burst into laughter.
The little fatty was a little embarrassed and rolled his eyes at the person who teased him.
At the same time, the scholars in the crowd raised their hands.
If they could, they would be lucky enough to obtain that fan. Not to mention taking it out to make the fan appear and give themselves face, just putting it in their homes and letting someone take a look would make people feel that it was of such a high class.
However, Fang Jun looked at everyone fighting for it and smiled meaningfully.
"I only want ten taels of silver. I'll sell this fan to whoever can pay ten taels of silver.”
Once again, the commotion at the entrance of the county government erupted.
There were even some rich families who did not hesitate to offer a high price again just to get this fan.
After all, Fang Jun's poems and paintings were really good, and the fan was personally written by the county magistrate. It had extraordinary meaning.
"That, Your, Your Excellency, can this fan commoner…not sell it?”
The atmosphere was at its climax when Zhang San suddenly said this as if he had poured a bucket of cold water on her.
The court immediately fell silent.，Everyone looked at Zhang San, not knowing what he wanted to do.
Fang Jun was also surprised by Zhang San's words and asked in confusion,"Why not? If you don't sell it, how are you going to pay Wang Gang back the ten taels of silver?”
However, before Zhang San could say anything, Wang Gang smiled and suggested,"Why don't you give me this fan? Consider it his compensation to this commoner. Sir, what do you think…"
He stopped talking.
Zhang San took a step forward in a panic, as if he was in a hurry.
"No, no, that's this lowly one's fan. This lowly one will think of another way to return it to him. Sir, it's better not to sell this fan."
Fang Jun looked at Wang Gang and then at Zhang San. There were still so many people fighting for this fan. He instantly understood.
If they got this fan, they could sell it to others at a high price.
However, it was enough to show how amazing his poems and paintings were to be able to make so many people fight for them.
This made him feel a little proud, and the corners of his mouth could not hide his smile.
"Alright, in that case, Zhang San, I want to ask you. Wang Gang just said that you want this fan to compensate him in place of ten taels of silver.”
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