At this time, Jiang Mingyu was standing in the lobby of the county government, staring at a yellowed map on the wall, as if thinking about some major plan.

The day before, he had sent hundreds of mounted scouts to look for traces of the bandits, and at the same time ordered the city defense battalion to be ready for an expedition at any time.

Perhaps it won't be long before the well-prepared city defense camp will go out to suppress bandits again after many years.

Jiang Mingyu was thinking about who would go with the army and who would stay behind, when Murong Yunhai shook off the remaining snow on his body and strode in.

"Brother Xingqiu, Mr. Zhuge is here to see you. He is waiting outside." Murong Yunhai said.

Jiang Mingyu was shocked, why did Zhuge Yu suddenly come? He remembered that this talented apprentice should be selling coal in various counties.

Before Murong Yunhai could speak, Zhuge Yu's familiar voice followed the cold wind and penetrated into Jiang Mingyu's ears: "Master."

"Master, where are you? Come out quickly to get the money."

As soon as he finished speaking, he had already stepped gracefully into the lobby, his wide sleeves fluttering in the wind.

Jiang Mingyu couldn't help but smile knowingly when he looked at Zhuge Yu's handsome face and calm expression.

Jiang Mingyu took a few steps forward with a smile on his face, and said kindly: "Good disciple, you have worked hard on this journey. Quickly calculate with me, how much money have you earned for me this time?" His

There was a strong greed in his tone.

The way he looked at money made Zhuge Yu speechless: "Master, please don't be so utilitarian, okay?"

"I've worked so hard to travel to the five surrounding counties, and you don't even say a word about your hard work. Isn't that bad?"

Jiang Mingyu curled his lips and asked: "Stop talking nonsense, do you want to use my poems to help you become famous in the future? Get the money quickly!" There was no concealment of his yearning for money in his tone.

Seeing Jiang Mingyu's angry look, Zhuge Yu quickly surrendered and begged for mercy: "Master, calm down, I will settle the accounts for you right now." After saying that, he took his hands into his wide sleeves.

But after rummaging around, Zhuge Yu's face suddenly stiffened, and he blurted out: "Oh no, the bank note seems to be lost!" His face was full of embarrassment.

Jiang Mingyu, who had been waiting to count the money, turned pale when he heard this, and shouted angrily: "How can you be so careless? You can lose money even if you are an adult, you are too worthless!"

Zhuge Yu looked apologetic and explained: "Actually, it was only 80,000 taels of silver. I didn't take it seriously at the time, so I just kept it casually. I didn't know when I lost it during such a long journey. It was really an accident."

It’s all my fault!”

He sighed.

Hearing that there were only 80,000 taels left, Jiang Mingyu's face instantly darkened, and he said angrily: "Did you know that was my military salary for the past two months? What's more terrible is that I should provide it after receiving other people's money.

Coal, at least it will cost hundreds of thousands of yuan!"

"If you can't come up with these 80,000 taels today, I won't let you go easily! Why are you still standing there? Find it for me quickly!" Jiang Mingyu put his hands on his hips, his eyes widened, and he looked extremely resentful.

The appearance of a woman.

Seeing Jiang Mingyu's angry look, Zhuge Yu burst out laughing: "Master, I'm teasing you, how could you lose the banknote?" After saying that, he took out the banknote from his wide sleeve and kept it intact.

The parcel was returned to Jiang Mingyu.

Jiang Mingyu grabbed the bank note with a dark face, wanting to strangle this guy who was clearly deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors. After Zhuge Yu told Jiang Mingyu the amount of coal he needed, he still didn't want to leave.

mean.

Jiang Mingyu still had a dark cloud on his face, and said in his heart that he would deal with you later for teasing the master.

But Zhuge Yu was completely unaware, standing there smiling and waiting for something.

Jiang Mingyu put away the banknotes, his face finally looked better, and he asked: "Why, you have used up all the poems I gave you last time?"

Of course what he was talking about was the dozens of poems he had written for Zhuge Yu before, so that he could use them as a pretentious capital.

Zhuge Yu grinned without blushing and said: "Now that I am famous, I need more new works to be used in various places to pretend to be a gentleman. If I stay in the city, those poems may not be used until the New Year."

"By the way, the collection of poems I compiled in Zhoucheng is selling well, and I'm preparing to publish a second volume. Master, for the sake of the banknote, can you work harder and write some new works?" Zhuge Yu looked eagerly looking forward to it.

Jiang Mingyu knew that what he valued most was money. For the sake of making money, he still agreed: "Okay, I'll write it to you right now."

The moment he picked up the pen, Jiang Mingyu cursed, if it wasn't for your money, why would he be interested in messing around with you?

Zhuge Yu yawned heavily, waved his hand and said, "I'm too tired. Master, please write slowly. I'll go take a nap first."

He didn't care about Jiang Mingyu's reaction. He took a sip of tea, dragged Murong Yunhai and took him to find a place to sleep.

Jiang Mingyu sighed helplessly, and after filling the brush with water, he began to learn from the cultural achievements of the ancients before time travel.

He had just written seven or eight poems when the guard outside the door came in again: "Sir, Miss Liu is here to visit."

Since the last time we met in the county government office, Liu Yifei would always go to the county government office to sit there when she had nothing to do.

Liu Ximen thought that his daughter was grateful for Jiang Mingyu's kindness in punishing Zhu Tianxiang, so he did not stop her.

Jiang Mingyu was naturally very happy that Liu Yifei came to visit again. He hurriedly put down his brush and said, "Please come soon."

When Jiang Mingyu heard that Liu Yifei was coming, he immediately put down his pen and came out. He tugged on his clothes again to try to look energetic.

Liu Yifei was still dressed in red, her delicate little face was slightly red, and she looked like she couldn't bear the cold outside the window.

After so many contacts, she became quite familiar with Jiang Mingyu. After saying hello, they started chatting casually.

The two of them talked aimlessly until Liu Yifei's eyes were attracted by the poems that had just dried on the ink on the table.

Picking up the poem and reading it, a trace of disbelief suddenly appeared in her big eyes: "The moon is setting, the crows are crying, and the sky is filled with frost..."

"Sir, are these all your masterpieces?"

When things came to a close, Jiang Mingyu couldn't help but admit it, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and nodded: "Girl, it's funny."

Liu Yifei, who has been familiar with poetry and books since she was a child, was even more shocked: "I really didn't know that adults have such great literary talent."

"With all due respect, little lady, just one piece of this article is enough to shock the literary world of Dafeng."

What she said was exactly the same as what Wang Zhe said back then.

Seeing the look of admiration on the beauty's face, Jiang Mingyu couldn't help but pretend: "Young lady is overly praised, it's just a small trick."

"This is nothing compared to what I did in front of the Emperor's Palace that day."

Liu Yifei was even more surprised and said: "Your Excellency, have you ever seen the late emperor?"

Jiang Mingyu continued to pretend: "Well, how can I say that I am also the number one scholar in this subject, and that day I rode on horseback and paraded through the streets, who in the whole capital knows?"

Liu Yifei was shocked for the third time: "You are the number one scholar, the number one scholar personally awarded by the late emperor?"

Jiang Mingyu's expression became even more stern: "It's true."

Then, looking at Liu Yifei's delicate little face, he continued: "Miss Liu is here by chance, I am very poetic."

"Now that the window is covered with snow, a girl is incomparable. I would like to write a poem for you. What do you think of it?"

Liu Yifei, who pursed her small mouth, suddenly felt a little interesting: "Write a poem for me?"

"No one has ever written a poem for a little girl like me in my life. Sir, please read it quickly."

Seeing her impatient look, Jiang Mingyu secretly thought, in the past, Shang Mu was in such danger that only a ghost would be in the mood to write a poem for you.

He thought for a while and slowly recited: "There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone. I know it's not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance."

"Girl, my literary talent is pretty good, right?"

The final sounds of the last few words were deliberately drawn out by him, and the meaning of the words was beyond words.

Seeing Jiang Mingyu's talent, she opened her mouth, thinking that the so-called secret fragrance was referring to her Liu Yifei, and her face suddenly turned red again.

The beauty was dressed in red, and her rosy little face had an even more alluring crimson color. Jiang Mingyu couldn't help but stare at it.

Just when he felt like he could hardly pull his eyes out, a young woman's coquettish shout suddenly came from a distance.

There was obvious anger in the cold voice: "Shameless bastard, where are you looking?"

Before Jiang Mingyu could react, his rather good-looking face was slapped hard twice, and his bows were fired from left to right.

Jiang Mingyu's face felt hot, but before he could figure out what was going on, someone kicked him hard in the chest again.

Then, with a footprint on his chest, he flew away far away like a torn sack in Liu Yifei's surprised eyes.
Chapter completed!