Chapter 190 Who Knows that Every Piece of Chinese Food Is Hard Work

September 1, 6 p.m. www.biquge.info

Countless poetry lovers across the country had dinner early and began to stay in front of the computer, waiting for the competition to start.

Today is the first round of the group stage, with 10 groups and 50 games starting at the same time.

Li Fan also had dinner early and sat in front of the computer. This is his first time participating in the group stage, and he is also very much looking forward to it.

As the game time approached, the atmosphere on the Internet became more and more tense.

"Finally, it's finally time to start. I don't know which authors will successfully score 3 points tonight?"

"This is the first round, and everyone hopes to get off to a good start. Although there is no strong dialogue, everyone should come up with their own works that are ranked in the upper middle of the draft, and there are still a lot to watch."

"This is natural. Unless the gap with the opponent is really too big, otherwise it will be a fight."

Many authors are also very nervous at this time, because the first round is too important. If you can successfully score 3 points, it will not only lay an important foundation for the promotion. It can also leave a good impression on the people of the Poetry Association and the majority of netizens. This may make the next few rounds relatively easier.

At this time, the only people with a peaceful mind are Li Fan, Shizhong Sishao and a few others.

Of course, Chu Xuan's mentality was quite peaceful at this time. He now feels that it might not be a bad thing to run into Li Fan in the first round. This will at least make him receive more attention in the first round, even if it ends in a defeat.

The time finally came to 7 o'clock.

The official website interface of the Huaguo Poetry Association has finally been replaced with a dedicated competition interface for the group stage.

Li Fan saw that the current interface is somewhat similar to the challenge interface of the qualifiers, but the difference is still relatively large. There is only one group of opponents in the challenge interface, but the current interface shows five games of a group appearing at the same time, arranged in three rows: top, middle, and bottom.

The upper and lower rows are divided into left and right columns from the center, and the entire interface is divided into 5 grids in the form of 5 grids, with the middle grid being the largest.

Inside each grid is a playing field. Each competition field is divided into left and right areas, and the two entries are displayed side by side. There is a "vs" symbol in the middle, one red and one blue.

On the top is the name of the work, followed by the name of the contestant in a smaller font. Then there is the content of the poem, and then the number of votes for this round.

The focus dialogue of each round of competition will be placed in the largest competition field in the middle.

Putting the 5 games of each group in each round on one interface at the same time increases the tension of the game.

At the top of the interface is the group switching button. From left to right, the first group to the tenth group.

Li Fan naturally switched the interface to the sixth group. Now, the game has begun.

Five grids correspond to five games, and the match between Li Fan and Chu Xuan is placed in the largest grid in the middle. It seemed that the organizers believed that this round of dialogue between him and Chu Xuan was the focus of the sixth group.

The five big red and blue "vs" symbols are particularly conspicuous, adding to the tense atmosphere of the game.

At this time, the number of votes under each contestant's name is constantly changing. Some contestants gain votes very quickly, others more slowly.

As you can imagine, those authors whose votes grew more slowly. At this time, I must be in front of the computer, shouting nervously, "Come on!", "Hurry up" and other words.

Such a scene even made Li Fan a little excited. The group competition was much more exciting than he had imagined.

And his number of votes is naturally growing at an extremely fast rate.

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Huaguo Poetry Association Headquarters.

"Not bad, not bad. The overall quality of this year is indeed much higher than in previous years." Chairman Han Zhong looked at the computer and said happily.

Bai Yi also seemed quite excited, "Yes, President. There are so many outstanding newcomers emerging this year, maybe they can have an impact on the creative bottleneck we encountered. This is very important to our current poetry circle .”

Liu Yuan also said: "Look at this poem by Li Fan. The same words are simple and easy to understand, but they always give people a feeling of being not simple. This boy is really not simple."

Han Zhong nodded and said: "This poem should be written by him. "Sorrow to the Peasant" is well written!"

Bai Yi agreed: "The words and sentences in this poem are not gorgeous, but I guarantee that this poem will definitely spread more widely and become a classic more easily than many well-crafted poems with gorgeous words."

With a sigh of emotion, Liu Yuan read again:

"At noon on the day of hoeing, the sweat drips down to the soil.

Who knows dishes on the menu, A Journey.

Alas, the more I read, the more emotional I get. It should be the season for harvesting rice in the south now, and it is indeed hard work! "

Bai Yi also sighed, and said, "We should thank Li Fan for writing such a poem. All people in the country, especially children, should read and understand this poem."

...

A certain city, a certain residential area.

Duan Yong's family is having dinner.

"Xiaoling, why did you get the rice all over the place again? Also, there is still so much rice in the bowl, why don't you eat it?" Duan Yong said with a frown.

He was born in the countryside and has worked hard in this city for more than 10 years. Now, I finally have my own house and car. And already married a wife and had children, which can be regarded as a successful career.

His wife is virtuous and gentle, his son is smart and cute, and Duan Yong is very satisfied. However, what gave him a headache was that his ten-year-old son had a bad habit of wasting food.

Not only the son, but his wife was born in the city and has no concept of saving food.

Sure enough, after hearing what Duan Yong said just now, his wife said indifferently: "It doesn't matter, it's just a little rice. It's not worth a lot of money. If you can't finish it, you will throw it away anyway."

Duan Yong sighed, his wife was fine with everything, but this was the only thing that gave him a headache. But he can't do anything to his wife because of this. He has been thinking about how to make his wife realize this problem.

When the wife realizes this problem, it will be much easier to get rid of the son's bad habit of wasting food.

But, what kind of method is needed to have such an effect? Duan Yong had a headache.

"I'm done eating. Today is the first round of the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Competition. It's already started. I'll go and have a look." Duan Yong said.

"Hey, Cheng. If you see a good poem, tell me, and I'll take a look too," said the wife.

Both of them are more fond of ancient poetry. In fact, most people in Huaguo prefer ancient poetry.

Turning on the computer, Duan Yong logged in to the official website of the Huaguo Poetry Association. He is already very familiar with the competition system, interface, etc.

But familiarity is familiarity. After logging in to the official website, a sense of tension still hits the face. He first looked at the largest playing field in the middle, because this is often the focus of this group in this round of competition.

After reading the poems one after another, Duan Yong couldn't stop nodding in praise. There are quite a lot of excellent poems this year, and the number of votes in several games is almost the same, and the competition is very fierce.

When he clicked on the sixth group, his eyes suddenly opened. Because he saw the middle playing field of this group, the poem on the left hand side.

"At noon on the day of hoeing, the sweat drips down to the soil.

Who knows dishes on the menu, A Journey. "

"Who knows that every piece of Chinese food is painstaking; who knows that every piece of Chinese food is hard; who knows..."

Duan Yong repeated it several times, and couldn't help but think of the scene when he was farming in the countryside, and he was full of thoughts...

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(To be continued.)