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Officer, you are diligent and circumspect. So? How is the construction going? It's going well. Don't worry. This way, please. Come, come. Officer, look. Tomorrow, we'll turn on the furnace to cast bricks. And then the piling, foundation-consolidating, and backfill. Then we can build the framework. It sounds like you're a pro. Pro? Nah. But I do have built many bridges Has Wanping County checked it? The construction department functionaries didn't find any problems. Good. Keep the way it is. I'll go see other places. You work hard, officer. I'd like to relax you. We all work hard. Uh, will you come back later? What for? Yao's Restaurant is right over there, I'll order two jugs of warm wine and some dishes to relax you. No, I'm good. You just do a good job and I'll report it to my boss. Sure, sure. Dork. Who? I've brought my son here to thank you, Grand Master. Come in. Greetings, Grand Master. Kowtow, quickly. Grand Master, from now on, he's your disciple. All of his hair needs to be cut before being my disciple. Does he agree? Cut my hair? No. I don't want to be a monk. I won't have my hair cut. You fool! Can't you tell that the master is joking? Right, Grand Master? Get up. Quickly. It's late, the monks are all sleeping, so no tea will be served. It's OK, Grand Master. We aren't thirsty. These are a hundred taels of silver ingots, please help us purchase some offerings to worship the Buddha. You've donated a thousand taels to build the temple before and here you donate more money for offerings. Your kindness has been received. No problem, no problem. Grand Master, I've heard that the paper has been examined, I wonder when the result will be announced? Right. The herbs once thrived, now I only see weed. Dad, what does it mean? It... It... It seems to be... Whose verse is it again? My dull head. I can't remember it. It means the herbs suddenly become weed for no reason. Haven't you read The Lament? It's a must-read for every poet. Sorry for being self-conceited, but only a few poets of our age are able to impress me. I didn't know that Shi Daben and Yuan Kao both composed white swallow-themed poems. An old poet, Mr. Yang Tieya, once made comments on... Grand Master, prose is open to everybody. Using others' work for reference is acceptable. I've published four anthologies. Yeah, yeah. My son has earned his name at a young age, it's inevitable that he draws jealousy. So there are rumors against him on the street. Your faith in Buddha is devout, so I took the donation, which is meant to be spent on the temple. Yes, we're devout. Later, I heard that your son participated in the examination, I just paid a bit of extra attention without partial motives. God knows that you're impartial. I didn't expect your son was like this. If I had met your son before, even if you gave me ten thousand taels instead of one thousand taels, I wouldn't select him. Dad, let's go home. Are you an idiot? Kneel, kneel. Grand Master, please kindly show us a bright way. Grand Master. If your son has got real talent, how about he takes a second examination in public? In public? No, no. My poem composition is like peeing. This is a quite unique analogy. I can't pee in front of the public. What's on your mind, sire? Why don't you tell me? Tell you? Yeah. I just wish you won't cause me more trouble. I don't know. I don't have much knowledge but I got the street-smart. I improvise and am adaptable. Even if I can't win the argument, I'll contend unreasonably. And the result is often surprisingly in favor of me. Where did you learn all that? You seem to have been stressed in the past few days, I just try to cheer you up. All right, you did it. Now leave. I can't figure out what's bothering you without you telling me. It's about the examination paper, right? Well, you got it right. Good, you've improved. I'd say you don't give a crap. The monk can choose him if he likes. The phony will give himself away eventually, so he'll put the monk to shame. Why should you be concerned? Nonsense. This isn't about the private discord between me and the monk. The talent selection concerns public interest. It's a serious matter. What do you plan to do, then? Good question. What is my plan? Easy. You ask him to write down another poem about the flying swallows in front of a crowd. I can but I'm worried that the monk will feel offended if I insist on a second examination. I'll make him do it. Think about who I am! I've dealt with all kinds of people. Dealing with that phony is but kid's play. The phrase is child's play. No one dares to offend you because you're vengeful. Right. But those who offended me weren't good people anyway. Wind blows in the valley, the weather is ever-changing. Quack quack cry the ospreys, on the islet in the river. The beautiful young lady, is a fine mate for the lord. Among the uneven duckweed... Bro, what are you doing? Chanting a spell? What do you know? I'm reciting a poem. Go away. A poem? Among the uneven duckweed... Captain Gao, how about we take a break and learn poetry from him. Let's learn some knowledge. OK. Let's take a break. OK. Among the uneven duckweed... Why are you all looking at me? We're learning poetry from you. Do you understand poetry? You haven't started yet, how do you know that we don't understand? Come on. Alright. The beautiful young lady, is a fine mate for the lord. This is from the first poem of Classic of Poetry, Guan Ju. The title alone is very meaningful. What are you talking about? Sleep talk? I'm deconstructing a poem. Deconstructing a poem? I knew you wouldn't understand. Colloquially, it's one bird waiting for the other. It starts to quack as it gets impatient. Then what? Then before the other bird comes, a man and a lady come along. A man and a lady? The story is getting interesting. Continue. Hey, get out of my sight. I feel dizzy. Don't blame me. I had... I had a pretty nice life, you forced me to be a poet and how much trouble you've got me in. Everybody will laugh at me. I didn't know things would go like this. How did Liu Bowen get involved? It was because of you. Why did you mess with his sidekick? Why? Shut up! Come on. Beat me, beat me. Beat me until I'm dead. Damn! Fortune-telling, fortune-telling. Fortune-telling. How much do you charge for writing a post? Two coppers for writing a letter. Not a letter. A post. The characters need to be big. It's supposed to be pasted on the wall. A post? Yeah. One copper for one character. Start writing. OK. Jin Lanxin, the clown poet. Yes, clown. Come and show us what you're really capable of. Right, right. Unforgivable! Kneel! Please! Kneel! Liu Yi, right after the case is dismissed, you make yet another trouble. You posted the paper on the door of the academy to challenge Jin Lanxin? You said he was a phony, then he must be a phony. I want to humiliate him to get even for you. Get even for me? What do you think you are? Am I afraid of him? If I win, I get even for you. If I lose, then I'm a loser, it has nothing to do with you. Get up. You bold thing. You can be a surprise sometimes. What did you say? Nothing. I said I look forward to the contest between you two. What? Say it again. The sidekick said your son was... Was a clown, a phony who has got no real knowledge. He also said... Outrageous! Mr. Jin, do we answer the challenge? The loving cow licks the young, the poor parent spoils the son. Grand Master, I only made one mistake, but I don't want to lose the entire game. Please be compassionate and help our family. Kowtow, quickly. Help us, Grand Master! Help us, living Buddha! I'm still young. I'm in the prime of my life. Everybody dies eventually. Soaring dragons end up as ashes. Please have pity, Grand Master! What is he talking about? My son's a coward, he's lost his mind. Please forgive him. Get up, you two. If we don't get an answer from you, we won't get up. What do you suggest, then? Offer more to the Buddha? Please help us again. How much? Gold-plate the Buddha statue. With an altar and ceremonial censers? And gates and walls? Grand Master, just say the word. How much? At least a temple. The more, the better. Are you telling me Clerk Jin of Wanping County has been visiting Daoyan frequently? Yes. The soldier that I sent to watch him saw him go to see the monk several times. We didn't pay much attention but after Liu Yi posted the paper of challenge, we realized that something was going on. It seems the monk has taken bribery from them. And the amount is quite large. Where does the money come from? You Clerk Jin's money? Captain Gao, did they speak to the beggars again? No. Listen, Captain Gao, ask your men to watch the beggars instead of Clerk Jin. Get ready and stand by. Those people will make their move soon. Yes, my lord. Good. Buddha always welcomes new believers. Today, a good sir Jin Shengyuan donates money to renovate and expand Guanghua Temple by Jitou Pond of Back Lake. The temple is to deliver Marquis Yan's prayer to Buddha and celebrate Her Grace's birthday. Who is this Jin Shengyuan? Oh, he's the father of Jin Lanxin, the guy who wrote the white swallow poem. I've submitted the memorial to Marquis Yan. He can't be selected regardless. General Xu, many scholars have complaints about this matter. They say Jin Lanxin is a fun-seeking silver-spoon boy instead of a well-educated scholar. He couldn't have composed the white swallow poem. If he was selected, it would disappoint every hardworking scholar in the country. I've heard that even your sidekick posted the complaint paper on the door of the academy, challenging Jin Lanxin to a poem composition contest. This is out of order. Lord Liu is erudite, even your sidekick dares to cause trouble at the academy. Why would you care about average scholars? I sure will punish my servant for making trouble. This is no small matter. He can't get away with a simple punishment. What do you suggest? Do I send him to law enforcement? Word leads to action, action leads to result. Grand Master, what do you mean? Let Jin Lanxin and Lord Liu's sidekick have this contest. The man cheated! We have laws. Other than poem composition, there's argumentation. Can he get someone to write that, too? Do you have any evidence? I, too, have heard that although he borrowed quite a lot of ideas, it's overall creative. Poetry is just leisurely fun for scholars. It's but a form of recreation. Borrowing ideas and recombining old verses are very common. General Xu, you know, I've met that person, he's even lower than average, I don't think he's capable of composing that poem. Lord Liu, don't you think you're biased? I'm not biased. I'm certain about my judgment. The supplementary examination is to select competent talents for Marquis Yan. His Highness is gracious. He offers an equal opportunity to every scholar. Fine, fine. Let's do as you say. I will assign a theme and hold a contest. Are you joking? Only a handful of people in the country have enough knowledge to confront you in a contest, let alone Jin Lanxin. It's academic bullying. If the public knows it, aren't you worried that you'll be laughed at? Not with me. With my sidekick. For real? For real. This is quite interesting, how about we make it a game? No types limited. They test one another, The one fails to answer loses. Let's do as you say. To make it even more interesting, how about we allow them to bring helpers. The quizzes can be trivial or tricky. I think you can be the judge, Grand Master. OK. Hey, guys, cheers. Keep drinking. Come on. How about we wish Brother Jin earns his name back via a victory tomorrow? Come on, come on. I can drink the wine, but I won't go to that stupid poem contest or the what's-it-called event or whatever. I tell you what, you must go tomorrow. No, no! I won't. I'm going to embarrass myself. Another cup. OK, OK. Listen, my son. The Grand Master has planned it out. He'll help you. And we'll go to help you. You don't need to be afraid of an illiterate pageboy. Right. You won't embarrass yourself, instead, it's a great opportunity for you to demonstrate your talent. This is a golden opportunity, Brother Jin. In the past, people only know about your name and poems, they couldn't see you. Tomorrow is your showtime. Look at you, handsome and dignified. You'll earn quite a number of admirers. Yes. You're right. I'm a celebrity. Yeah. I do need to show my face in public from time to time. Yes. I'll go, then. Great. Come, come. Please. Brother. Brother, you're here, too. How can I miss the event? Who do you think will embarrass himself? Not sure, not sure. It's quite fun today. The famous poet Jin Lanxin vs. a pageboy. Creak after creak, Mulan spins at home. No sound of the spinner... Are you well prepared? You're annoying! I was getting into the zone, but you came to bother me and I forgot it all. Ah, it's my bad. Don't worry. Don't worry. Son, look. So many people are here to help you. The monk will also be aiding you in secret. Liu Bowen will be embarrassed in round one. I tell you what, this contest will be very amusing. Sire, I feel a bit cold. You aren't wearing enough or what? You got cold feet? Look at you! No. I went to post the complaint paper with the intention of mocking Jin Lanxin. I didn't think he'd fight back. Even if he would, I thought I wouldn't necessarily lose in a one-on-one contest. I didn't expect that he'd have so many helpers. Look at you! I've got you. It'll be an excellent contest. This is unheard of. What were they thinking? How come there's friction between Jin Lanxin and a pageboy? That's why it's unheard of. Silence, silence. The event was supposed to be a knowledge contest. However, it was twisted into A Who-sucks Contest after the word got out. We've been discussing for quite some time. A Who-sucks Contest? This is interesting. This is fun. Dad. Hmm? How about... You get into the arena? If... If I could, I wouldn't spend so much effort. Try to remember more. The Who-sucks Contest begins now. Participants, enter the arena. Can I do it? Don't worry, don't worry. I got you. Go. Go. You got me, sire. You got me. You're good! You're good! Hi, Mr. Jin. Hi, scholars, seniors and juniors. Nice to see you all. Hey, where does this guy come from? I've never seen him before. He doesn't look like a literate, more of a hooligan. Greetings, Grand Master. I wish Buddha grants you boundless power. Please rescue the poor, guide and bless all the living beings. I then wish you a good health and spirit. I'll bow to you. No need. What about you? Will you make a speech? Grand Master, I'm a coarse man. I can't come up with those fancy words. I'll give you three kowtows. Get up. Thank you, Grand Master. Round 1. Jin Lanxin gives his question. Liu Yi answers. Knowledge. Knowledge is learned from shallow to deep. What is shallow? What is deep? Are you asking me? Yes. That's easy. There's a pool. You jump into the pool and test the water. He's talking about knowledge, he's talking about water. This is ridiculous. Don't change the subject, whelp. The boor asked, the whelp answered. Asked, answered. I win the first round. What is this? Sit down. That's just a starter. The question has yet to be thrown out. Jin Lanxin. From shallow to deep means starting from the first school day of a child... From the very first class... Well, it's obvious that you never went to school before. Can you write? The very first class is character-copying. I'll test you with the shallowest skill. If you can't write, there's nothing to talk about. Is that it? Anymore? This is the first test. What about you? What about me? He proposes a calligraphy contest. I... Writing brushes and ink. Here. What should I write? Li Bai's Bringing in the Wine or Su Shi's Prelude To Water Melody. You heard neither of the poems, right? If I write it down, people will think I bully you. Well, we'll write down whatever you want, OK? OK. OK. What do we write? Can you write? Can you read? He can't even write, yet here he challenges a scholar? What a dumb! You're clever. How did you come up with it? Playing a game with me? He's not as smart as he thinks. A triumph! A triumph! He can't even write, what's the point of the contest? Will you accept the challenge? If not, you lose. I-I... What? You can't write at all? Well, you go inside and ask your master for help. You learn some characters with fewer strokes right now or think of a quiz and come back out. You said it. You said it. Writing at the beginning? He's at an advantage. I've got you. Never mind poems or history, I'm not afraid of him even I have to wrestle him to the death. But the writing is too difficult for me. My writing is like tadpoles swimming. What can I do? I can't write everything for you and you take it out, can I? He's nasty. Screw it, I'll go out and admit defeat. Chill, chill. You compose characters into a prose. No prose, characters are meaningless. Have you got an idea? He asked you to quiz him, right? Yes. Easy. He's out. He's out. His master must have got an idea for him. Grand Master, he asked me to give the quiz. This is it. Jin Lanxin, listen. The quiz details are as follows. One, regular script, the Rhyme of Orchid. Two, cursive script, the Ballad of Cicada. Three, clerical script, the Rhyme of Turtle Hill. Four, seal script, the Song of capturing the Kylin. It's supposed to be a calligraphy contest, we should write daily poems and characters. Why must I write these uncommon ones? Aren't you fussy? You proposed a calligraphy contest. Fine, let's do it. You asked me to quiz you. Fine, I quiz you. Here's the quiz, starting writing, then. It's a calligraphy contest rather than a verse contest. Yes. It is a calligraphy contest. Start writing. Show me your calligraphy. Write what? What am I supposed to write? You can't? Well, you lose. Round 1, Jin Lanxin loses. I win. Stand there. What's your problem? Where's yours? Mine what? Your calligraphy. Mine? I'm just like your son, I can't write the poems. You can't answer your own quiz? You're messing around. Your son is a famous poet and he claims that he got a lot of knowledge. He doesn't know the poems, why must I know them? Also, this is a calligraphy contest, yet you fuss over my quiz. Who's messing around? Grand Master, please. The quizzer can't answer his own quiz. You must be fair, Grand Master. He can't write, I can't write. It's a draw. This is a calligraphy contest but I didn't write down anything. How is it a draw? Write, then. I'm not stopping you. Quickly, write. Show us your calligraphy. See? No one's stopping you, right? The writing brushes and the ink are right in front of you. Who is stopping you? You can't write? Well, it's a draw. A draw. The first round, no one has written anything. A draw. Wait. May I consult you, Lord Liu? No problem. Lift the curtain. Let's talk face to face. Dare I say the four poems are too obscure, which deviates from the original purpose of a calligraphy contest so that my son couldn't write down anything. I'm not resigned. These four are regular questions in poetry history examinations. Obscure? How? Even if you don't know the poems, your son, am erudite poet, doesn't know them, either? This is quite unexpected. He's a phony. I don't know these poems, please teach me. The four poems are from Confucian Classics. Every scholar should know. Uh, please tell us where is the Rhyme of Orchid from? Confucius travels around the states, no king values him. He returns to Lu State and lives in the valley as a recluse. He feels emotional when seeing the blooming orchids. Orchid gives off the fragrance for a king, yet it now grows among the weed. Confucius halts the carriage and plays the instrument. Please tell us about the content. I thought I was familiar with Confucian Classics. Wind blows in the valley, the weather is ever-changing. Is this the Rhyme of Orchid? My sister departs, I see her off in the wild. These verses are what we always recite. Yeah. I, I... Why couldn't you remember it earlier? Thank you for your teachings. You're leaving? Goodbye. Sire, why am I not feeling cold right now? It's our turn, right? What quiz do we use to embarrass him? Listen. Ugh. Hey, how do you think the contest is going? Will Jin Lanxin, the useless, win? His dad has spent so much money. He even got Monk Daoyan from Yingtian on their side. How can they lose to a pageboy? You never know. Speaking of slickness, the pageboy overtops Jin Lanxin. Also, the pageboy got Liu Bowen. True. Whatever! It has nothing to do with us. I don't care. But it's a shame that we miss the event. Round 2 begins. Liu Yi gives the question. Jin Lanxin answers. Listen up, boor! Here are the quizzes. Grand Master, is this a knowledge contest or a cursing game? I didn't curse you. What does boor mean? Let's say boor isn't a good word, what does whelp mean, then? You called me a whelp earlier. Grand Master, what's your verdict? Boor and whelp, a great match. A draw. Just drop it. Boy, you quiz him. Boor, listen up. You wanted to play “from shallow to deep” and you screwed it up. I'll quiz you with a similar concept. He... He's being rude again. Mind your language or you lose this round. Listen, my quizzes ask things or people from old to new. What is the one in Tai Ji? Who were the two chancellors under Fu Xi? What are the three hills on the sea? Who were the four gentlemen of Mount Shang? What are the five mausoleums of Han? What was the purpose of the six sacrifices of Cheng Tang? Hey, why do you stop? Carry on. Keep talking. What are the seven, eight, nine, and ten? I can't remember. I'm such an idiot! Finished? Yes. There are more, but he can start answering these. Jin Lanxin, answer. Jin Lanxin, answer. Uh... Here are my quizzes. Answer. I answer... Yes. No calligraphy, no writing brushes or ink. Just say the answers. What is the first one again? Tai Ji. What is the one in Tai Ji? An egg! An egg?! The answer is chaos! Idiot! What are you calling an idiot? Sorry, sorry. I'm just anxious. Come on. What's the second one? Who are you asking? Hey, where are you going? Wait a moment. I'll go inside and seek advice, I'll answer you after I come out. Who is my opponent, Grand Master? Him or a full room of people? I allowed you to seek advice. You allowed me, but I never allowed you. Why don't you allow me? You allowed me to seek advice, so I did. But I never allowed you, so can't go. I allowed you, you don't allow me? You're unreasonable. No, you aren't allowed and yes, I am unreasonable. Shut up, both of you. Jin Lanxin, you asked the second quiz, right? I can remember it. He asked who were the two chancellors under Fu Xi? You know Fu Xi, right? Well, it looks like you really don't know. Know what you know, recognize that you do not know what you do not know, it's knowledge. Congratulations, Grand Master. Why do you congratulate me? You now know that he's stupid. Death before dishonor! You! Liu Yi, let me ask you, do you have the answers to your own quizzes? I do. My master told me the answers beforehand. But he gave me ten quizzes, I forgot four of them because I got nervous. But as the saying goes... What saying? A halfwit doesn't read Four Books and Six Classics. He's glib-tongued. Boy, don't be a smart-ass. Do you know the answers? Pshh! If I didn't, I wouldn't be here. Tell us, then. Yes, tell us. Tell us. Tell us the answers. Yes, don't keep the answers to yourself. Come on. Guys, listen. The answers. The one in Tai Ji is chaos. The two chancellors were Gong Gong and Xiang Huang. The three hills are Penglai, Yingzhou and Fangzhang. The four gentlemen were Sir Dongyuan, Sir Qili. Sir Xiahuang and Sir Luli. The five mausoleums of Han are Chang, An, Mao, Yang, and Ping. Cheng Tang offer sacrifices to Heaven six times to pray for a great harvest. Guys, am I right? Bravo. You got them all right. Attaboy. Awesome. Hey, Grand Master, don't go. Who wins? Who sucks? You suck! You suck! You suck! What a loser. You suck! Loser! No! It's over! Music