The reason why Dream of Red Mansions is called a classic is not only because of its ground-breaking ideological connotation, but also because it is the first book to rectify the name of women in the world. Its literary attainments are also at the pinnacle, and every word is like a pearl.

Among them, there are many excellent poems, which have never been known to the public. Moreover, these poems were written by various beauties in the Jia family and are unknown to outsiders.

Jia Cong, a young man who knew nothing about writing and calligraphy, dared to challenge everyone and said that he could write poetry because he had so many good poems as a foundation.

When everyone heard that he could compose poetry, they were all surprised and happy. The lord and lady first laughed and praised: "Oh my, young master, how old are you to be able to compose poems? And you were born so well, and

I really don't know how to praise you for being so talented. If you can really write a poem, no matter how good or bad it is, I will admit defeat immediately and ask someone to send the painting to your house tomorrow."

Jia Cong immediately smiled and asked: "Really?"

The lady smiled and spat at him, and scolded: "Bah, of course I take it seriously. Do I really depend on a kid like you when I am such a big man?"

Jia Cong pouted and said, "You just let it go."

After hearing this, everyone hurriedly laughed and said: "It didn't count just now, it counts this time. Come on and compose a poem. As long as you can compose a poem, we will definitely make the decision for you."

Jia Cong was happy and nodded to everyone: "Okay, just keep your word and let me think about it."

After saying that, Jia Cong looked like he was thinking hard, frowning, sometimes looking at the roof, sometimes at the ground, sometimes sighing, as if he was really thinking about it. Everyone couldn't help seeing that he had so many worries at such a young age.

They all laughed softly again.

Not to mention others, Jia Mu and Shi Xiangyun were also very surprised. They stared at Jia Cong intently and couldn't help but murmur in their hearts: What on earth does this kid want to do? They have lived in the same house for so long and have never heard of him.

What kind of poetry can you compose? Let alone poetry, this guy probably hasn’t even read a few books, right?

But if he says he can't compose poetry, what does he want to do? Besides, he is still in front of everyone. Although these people in front of him are all women, but none of them is not the mistress of the most wealthy family in the dynasty. If it is serious,

If you lose yourself in front of these people, I'm afraid that by tomorrow everyone in the court will know that the descendants of the Jia family are uneducated and incompetent.

Thinking of this, even Jia's mother couldn't help but become nervous, staring straight at Jia Cong, not daring to blink, for fear that this boy would say something "earth-shaking" again.

Xiangyun was even more curious and uneasy, fearing that this little brother would be lost.

She does know how to compose poems, and she also wants to secretly help him compose one, but in full public view, how can she help?

Just when she was secretly anxious, she saw Jia Cong suddenly stood up, looked at the crowd with a smile and said: "Yes, now I have a good poem, do you want to listen to it?"

Everyone was surprised and shouted: "Read it quickly, come and listen, read it quickly, come and listen..."

Jia Cong then put his hands behind his back, raised his head and said: "Goose, goose, goose..."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he read a sentence, someone laughed and said: "Master Jia, don't coax people. This is a poem from "Yong Goose". Even children can know it. Don't try to coax us!"

As soon as Jia Cong heard this, he raised his head and shouted: "Don't worry, am I only allowed to chant the goose, but I can't? Please be patient and listen to me finish. The following is different."

After hearing this, the man stopped talking, and everyone urged him: "Okay, you can also chant the goose. Read on, and let's hear what amazing verses there are."

Jia Cong then smiled and said: "It's never too late to write a good poem, just listen patiently."

Everyone laughed and said nothing. Jia Cong raised his head and said again: "Cut the bow with a knife."

After hearing this sentence, everyone was suddenly filled with surprise. They looked at each other and saw each other's smiles, but they all tried hard not to laugh out loud.

Jia Cong was seen pacing back and forth with his little hands behind his back, as if he was thinking hard about his next sentence. Everyone couldn't hold back their laughter and waited for a while, then they saw the young master of Jia's house with his eyes shining brightly, a look of joy on his face, and he shouted:

"Yes, yes, and the last two sentences are also there! These two sentences must be vivid and vivid, and they can be called eternal quatrains!"

Hearing what he said, many people couldn't help laughing, but the rest still endured it and urged: "Okay, the first two sentences are already very good, hurry up and recite the eternal quatrains you came up with.

Read, let us see and understand."

Jia Cong was so proud that he shook his head and said: "Pluck the hair, add a ladle of water, and stew the goose in an iron pot."

After he finished reading, everyone burst into laughter. Many ladies and ladies laughed so much that tea sprayed everywhere, and the roof of the house was knocked down by the roar of laughter.

Jia's mother originally thought that Jia Cong could write two good poems. She had been waiting for a long time, but when she waited for such a goose chant, she felt a chill in her heart. She wished she could drag Jia Cong over and beat him up.

But at this time, everyone was laughing happily, and the countess who was betting with her was already laughing so much that she was holding her stomach and squatting on the ground unable to stand up. Looking at the old lady, she was also laughing so hard that she almost lost her breath, and several people panicked.

The maid held the old lady in her arms and just beat her back and rubbed her chest, fearing that something might happen to her. While they were busy, they couldn't help complaining to Jia Cong: "This young master really makes people laugh like this! You

If you really can’t write poetry, that’s it. Why do you have to hold back this crooked poem to make people laugh..."

While they were complaining, they themselves couldn't help but laugh.

Seeing this scene, Jia Mu could only laugh along with everyone else. In the room, only Shi Xiangyun, with a snow-white face, stared at Jia Cong with nothing to say. If I had known that this good brother would compose such a "good poem"

"Come on, she has to stop him no matter what. Even if she admits defeat, she can't make him lose such a big face.

What to do now?

What made her even more angry was that Jia Cong didn't seem to know it at this time. He looked at everyone with a proud face, as if he had really composed some extraordinary quatrains that would last forever!

Seeing him like this, Miss Shi wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl in!

Everyone was laughing so hard that they laughed for nearly a cup of tea before they slowed down a little. But the laughter stopped here, and someone was whispering Jia Cong's "Ode to the Goose" over there.

After hearing this, everyone couldn't hold it in anymore and burst into laughter.

The laughter went on and on and couldn't stop. Finally, someone couldn't bear it anymore and begged: "Ladies and ladies, I beg you, please don't read it again. My stomach hurts so much. I really can't bear it..."

After repeating this for several times, everyone slowly stopped laughing and lowered their heads to straighten their clothes and hair. It turned out that everyone was just laughing, and at least tea was spilled all over them. One person messed up someone else's hair, and another person pulled it.

My clothes are messed up...

For everyone, this laughter is like the aftermath of a disaster.

However, some people thought it was not enough and asked the Countess: "Madam, what do you say now? You have to admit defeat. Do you want the young master of the Jia family to compose another quatrain?"
Chapter completed!