The Transmigrated Farm Girl Has a Cheat Code

Chapter 79 I Have a Song

After the dean finished explaining the topic, everyone began to ponder.

"I'll do it! I'll do it! I've already thought it through!" A student stood in front of the table, dipped his brush in ink, and began to write.

"I've made up my mind!"

"Me too!"

Everyone stepped forward and took a spot.

Lin Yu couldn't write poetry yet, so he tugged at his all-knowing older sister, "Sister! Sister! Can you write poetry!"

Lin Yan's lips twitched. "Uh... I'm good at math problems, but writing poetry... I can't!"

Please, she studies science, and nobody's going to learn to write poetry in the future, though she can barely recite a few poems.

"Ah, what a pity! But I still don't know what the winner's prize is this time?" Lin Yu sighed, then became curious about the prize the man had mentioned earlier.

However, someone immediately asked on his behalf. A bystander asked, "Dean Fu, you haven't said what the prize is this time!"

"Hahahaha!" Fu Wenchi stroked his beard and laughed a few times. "This prize... some people may value it like a fortune, while others may disdain it!"

Hearing the dean's words, everyone became even more curious!

"Some people cherish it like a priceless treasure, while others disdain it. What exactly is this difference?"

"I don't know, what could it be?"

"Dean! Tell me quickly!"

"Is this another rare and unique ancient book?"

Sensing everyone's curiosity, Dean Fu, after keeping them in suspense for a while, finally spoke:

"Hahaha, there aren't that many rare and unique ancient books. The prize this time is that I can tutor students for half a year!"

"what?!"

"what?!"

Not only the crowd, but even the students were astonished. To have the dean personally guide their studies was an invaluable opportunity for them.

The audience on the periphery, besides the very excited scholars, also included parents who brought their children to watch the ceremony.

"Is this opportunity worth buying?" a pot-bellied man in a brocade robe blurted out.

“Who would want to sell this?” one person retorted.

Lin Yan raised an eyebrow. Being personally taught by Dean Fu Wenchi for half a year is practically like having an industry leader give you private lessons.

For students engaged in scientific research, this is indeed a very valuable opportunity. However, for those who are not academics, it may not seem significant. But judging from what that father said earlier, he was willing to spend a lot of money to buy this opportunity, which seems very valuable no matter how you look at it.

Lin Yan looked at Lin Yu beside her and was also tempted.

"The prize has been announced. Anyone who wants to try writing a poem is welcome to come up!" Fu Wenchi called out to everyone.

"I want to try it too!"

"No, the previous song wasn't good enough. I need to revise it again!"

Hearing the lucky draw, the students became even more serious, all wanting to win the prize.

Fifteen minutes later, someone finally handed in their answer sheet.

The teachers were very excited to see that someone had finally handed in their homework. One teacher took a student's poem and read it aloud:

"Kneeling to offer sacrifices to comfort the departed souls, holding candles and burning incense to thank our ancestors for their grace."

Light a lamp to fulfill your vows, offer a platter to remember and honor others. [1]

"Excellent poem! Excellent poem!" The scholar nodded repeatedly.

The person next to me picked up another one, "Let's look at this one!"

"I came to this world by chance during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and instead of offering sacrifices to the Xuan Du Temple, I spend my days in leisure."

Silently burning incense in the immortal temple, I know my master pays homage to the Jade Capital Mountain from afar. ”[2]

"This is excellent! This is truly a masterpiece by our esteemed teacher!" The teacher nodded repeatedly, and the students also cheered.

"Look, this one is good too!"

The Master picked up a poem; the poet was not a student from the academy, but a scholar who had come to observe the ceremony.

"The moonlight of the Ghost Festival is as cold as frost, and the paper money for the dead flutters in the air as we remember the deceased."

Thinking back to the laughter and joy of yesteryear, now we are separated by life and death, our hearts filled with sorrow.

"Yes. This is a work expressing longing for loved ones!"

Dean Fu was also satisfied with what he heard and exclaimed, "Hahaha! It seems there are real experts out there!"

After saying that, he pointed to the students of the academy below and said, "You all better do your best!"

Seeing that the teacher wasn't praising someone from the academy, the students felt a surge of group pride and began racking their brains to think of something.

One of them nudged the gentle, composed young student standing beside him, "Shen Mo, hurry up and write! You can definitely beat them!"

The young student smiled but didn't say anything.

Someone immediately helped him refuse, "No, no, Brother Shen is the dean's disciple. He has no use for this prize. Let's give this opportunity to each other!"

The man chuckled, "Hehe, that's true!"

After thinking it over, one student was eager to try, "Teacher, look at my poem!"

The Master took the paper and read:

"The cool air of frost rises from ten thousand trees, and the moon shines brightly over the nine streets on the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Children playfully pluck green lotus leaves, scattering countless silver blossoms across the fiery city. [3]

"Great!" the other students immediately cheered.

"Hmm. Not bad!" the teacher nodded.

…………

Everyone eagerly tried it, and the teachers began to discuss the best method.

Which one do you think is the best?

I like the line "The moonlight on the Ghost Festival is as cold as frost".

"Eh~ I think it's still..."

The scholars began to discuss, but Dean Fu did not offer his opinion. Instead, he looked at everyone and asked, "Is there anyone else who wants to give it a try?"

Lin Yan was somewhat tempted, because she felt that this prize would be very valuable to Lin Yu, but she couldn't write poetry either!

"Should I borrow one?" Lin Yan hesitated.

After thinking for a while, Lin Yan suddenly raised her hand and said, "Dean Fu, I have a good poem!"

Everyone's eyes immediately turned to her.

Dean Fu looked at her and said with a smile, "Then come up and write something!"

"But I didn't write these words; I just heard them!"

Everyone burst into laughter, "We've heard of that, but how does that work?!"

"I've heard many good poems too! Hahahaha!"

"She's referring to poems written by great historians, isn't she?"

"Hey, little girl, as everyone knows, even if it's the best, it doesn't count! I can recite good poems too!"

…………

Lin Yan shook her head and said definitively, "That's not the case. You must not have heard this song before! It was written by a gentleman I know."

"Hahaha! How could that be? I have countless poetry collections at home; what timeless masterpiece haven't I seen!"

"That's right, what gentleman? If he were truly a master, how could we not know him!"

Lin Yan didn't reply to them, but looked at Dean Fu: "Dean, what should we do? What if I name a masterpiece that none of you have ever heard of..."

"Hahahaha! Tell me about it. If it's truly a masterpiece that no one has ever heard of before, it would be a good thing to hear it from your mouth! I'll grant you that prize!"

Lin Yan was overjoyed, "That's great!"

Lin Yan walked to the table, picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, and began to write.

"What masterpiece? Have we ever met anyone who can write poetry?" Lin Yu was dumbfounded. Wasn't her sister supposed to be unable to write poetry? How did she get on the list?

Let alone masterpieces, the most cultured person their family has ever been in contact with is probably Lin Yu's husband.

At that moment, the student watching Lin Yan write suddenly brightened up and exclaimed, "What beautiful handwriting!"

As soon as Lin Yan put pen to paper, he could tell that the writing was fluent, elegant, and sharp.

Hearing someone sigh, others gathered around, and upon seeing it, they were all filled with admiration.

"These are truly beautiful characters!"

As Lin Yan finished writing her poem, the murmurs of praise for her handwriting ceased.

After a long pause, someone whispered, "This poem is truly..."

[1] "Seven-Character Quatrain - Zhongyuan Festival" by Xue Youyi

[2] "Presented to Master Zhang on the Ghost Festival" by Linghu Chu

[3] Pang Kai, "Miscellaneous Poems of Chang'an in the Style of Bamboo Branches"