"Hmph, what challenging questions? They're just some clever tricks, merely showing off one's eloquence." Ji Chang said angrily, clearly holding a great deal of resentment towards these brain teasers.

  Qin Guan chuckled and said, "Then let's not talk about that. You, Shi Chang, always claim to be well-read, so why can't you even come up with a short poem today?"

  "I, I," Ji Chang's face turned bright red as he said: "I just wasn't used to it for a moment and was a bit nervous, besides, Qin brother, the questions you drew were simple, but the ones I drew were more difficult..."

  Looking at his expression, Lin Wanrong understood that Ji Changzheng was a bookworm, a product of the exam-oriented education system in his original world. He was rigid and inflexible, unable to adapt, and would often freeze up under pressure during exams despite having memorized everything beforehand.

  Qin Guan is not a good person either. When he heard that his own poem was simple, his face looked unpleasant and he coldly smiled: "Brother Ji Chang, what are you talking about? The four poems of Wind, Flower, Snow and Moon, I drew the Wind and you drew the Snow, they were all seen by everyone, clear and obvious. How can you say that my poem is simple and yours is difficult?"

  Qin Guan recited with a shake of his head: "Last year, a wisp of wind, deeply hidden in the alley. The call was unheard, and the shadow came and went without a trace." His face was full of self-satisfaction, obviously very pleased with his own performance on the examination field.

  Lin Wanrong wanted to laugh but felt embarrassed to laugh out loud. Can this be called poetry? With such poetry, even a genius like me can come up with three poems just by farting.

  Qin Guan said with a smile: "Brother Ji Chang, just now in the examination hall, you were temporarily out of sorts and didn't know what to do. Now that you've had time to think it over, can you recite your poem on the subject 'Snow'?"

  Qin Guan's face showed a hint of disdain. The saying that scholars belittle each other was not entirely untrue. He knew that this Ji Chang only knew how to read books to death, and might be able to come up with a poem after two or three days, but he definitely didn't have the quick wit required for the current situation.

  Ji Chang's face turned red and white, obviously he still hasn't come up with this poem about snow.

  Lin Wanrong originally just wanted to ask about the recruitment of talented scholars, but seeing this guy Qin Guan with a stern and intimidating expression, he felt very displeased in his heart. And this Ji Chang was also too disappointing, having been silent for half a day without saying anything worthwhile.

  Lin Wanrong himself liked to bully honest people, but he couldn't bear others bullying honest people in front of him. He muttered to himself for a moment, then laughed and said: "Such an easy poem, even I, a rustic fellow, can come up with it. I think Season Gentleman must be being modest. How about this? I'll recite one, please correct me, Season Gentleman."

  Seeing the look of surprise on Qin Guan's face, Lin Wanrong was overjoyed in his heart. Alas, young man, how can you see through the depth of this talented scholar?

  Lin Wanrong paced back and forth a few steps, muttering to himself: "A black hole on the river, a dark cave on the well. A white spot on the yellow dog's body, a swelling on the white dog's body."

  This is a truly vernacular ditty, and Lin Wanrong was originally too embarrassed to bring it out to show off, but that guy Qin Guan, his four lines of doggerel also dared to be called poetry, Lin Wanrong had already presumptuously declared himself the Poetry Immortal.

  "What a great poem! Season Chang exclaimed, clapping his hands with a small fan: "'A snowy scene on the river' describes the snowflakes swirling and covering the river's surface, this is a broad view, it's a distant view. Then brother's brush strokes turned to the nearby courtyard's well, where the snow was pure white, only the mouth of the well was deep and profound, like a big cave. As for the last sentence, it's even more divine, 'A swelling on the white dog's body', one word 'swelling' transforms the static snowy scene into a living thing. This poem is well-matched, its artistic conception is profound, not a single word mentions snow, yet it writes out the majestic atmosphere of the heavy snow swirling in the sky, truly a rare masterpiece! Indeed, people can't be judged by appearance, and the ocean can't be measured with a ladle, brother is really unfathomable, unfathomable!"

  Although he doesn't write poetry, his analysis is thorough and systematic, covering aspects such as distant and close views, dynamic and static descriptions, metaphorical imagery, and even a few lines of humorous verse. He has managed to extract so many twists and turns from it. If he were alive in Lin Wanrong's era, he would certainly be an outstanding critic.

  Lin Wanrong suppressed his smile and humbly said: "Thank you, thank you, I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed..."

  A soft "heh" sound came, Lin Wanrong this "half talented scholar" turned his head to look, but saw a pretty little girl standing beside them covering her mouth and laughing lightly, apparently had heard Lin Wanrong's poem and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

  "Ah, it's you!" Lin Wanrong said with a smile, this little girl was the one who bought his booklet yesterday.

  Whenever Ji Chang and Qin Guan saw a beautiful young girl, their eyes would light up immediately, and they would hastily cover up the wolfishness in their eyes. With "polite" demeanor, they would walk to her side and say: "Miss, please, I am Ji Chang (Qin Guan). May I ask where you are from, how old you are, and whether you have been married?"

  Lin Wanrong's mouth was agape in surprise, he didn't expect these two guys to be so bold and ask such direct questions, don't they care about their lives?

  The little girl's face turned red and she rebuked in a soft voice: "You, you are talking nonsense!"

  Lin Wanrong burst out laughing and said: "Little girl, they want to flirt with you, don't you understand?"

  The little girl's face was flushed with anger, pointing at Lin Wanrong and saying: "You, you shameless scoundrel, I won't let you off." The little girl turned around, lifted her small foot and ran away quickly.

  How did I become a shameless vagabond again? Lin Wanrong felt depressed in his heart.

  Last time Xiao Qingxuan scolded him, it was still understandable, after all, he took advantage of her. This time, he just said one sentence and became a scapegoat again, feeling quite wronged in his heart. Why don't you go scold those two shameless thick-skinned guys, but instead come to scold me? What kind of world is this?

  This is actually a misunderstanding by Lin Wanrong. Although the rule of no close contact between men and women is ironclad, in this era where interactions between men and women are rare, men have fewer opportunities to meet women they like. Therefore, those talented scholars who encounter women they like will generally take the initiative to strike up a conversation. Women's chances of meeting suitable gentlemen are even slimmer, and once someone shows interest, anything can happen as long as they hit it off. It's just that this young girl is still young and not used to such situations, so she hastily turned around and left in anger.

  Lin Wanrong didn't understand the situation, seeing Ji Chang and Qin Guan looking in the direction where the little girl had left, their eyes filled with nostalgia. He didn't have a good impression of these two real "idlers". Seeing that it was already late, he grunted and left without regard for the two men.

  The selected housekeepers of the Xiao family will enter the mansion tomorrow, and today is the time for them to pack their luggage. Tomorrow, these housekeepers will step into the dreamy gate of the Xiao family. The mood of the vast majority of people is exciting, entering the Xiao family means standing firm in the housekeeper circle, as long as they work hard, who knows, there may be more opportunities for greater development.

  The only exception was Lin Wanrong, who thought that tomorrow he would have to serve the old master and mistress of the Xiao family. His mood was terrible, and he just wanted to find a place to vent his emotions. If he hadn't been unsure about how to get to the brothel, he would have already lain down with at least three little girls by now, he guaranteed in God's name.

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  Some people scolded this book as shameless, very good, you finally understood the essence of this book, hehe.