In the afternoon, the master and his three disciples focused on composing poetry. Mr. Zhuang, aside from explaining the excellent poems and essays from recent major examinations that Bai Dalang had collected, also took out a small booklet. This was a collection of poetry that had been quite popular in the capital over the past two years.
Manbao was curious, "Where did this come from?"
Mr. Zhuang smiled and said, "I had Liu Gui buy it. Some major bookstores secretly transcribe and distribute copies. If you find the right people, naturally you can buy them."
Manbao nodded in understanding; since her teacher had been to the capital, he certainly knew many places they did not.
Mr. Zhuang gave them pointers on their poems and essays, and also told them some historical anecdotes. Seeing that it was getting late, he left with his hands clasped behind his back, advising them to continue to quietly contemplate on their own.