Guy: "???"

How much can something written by an old man be worth?

Isn't he making trouble?

The waiter subconsciously looked at Sheng Qingyuan, hoping that Sheng Qingyuan would never condone such a malicious person who eats Overlord's meal.

Sheng Qingyuan picked up the book and flipped through it. His pupils dilated slightly, but the expression on his face did not change much. He closed the book and said with a slight smile: "This book can be used to offset part of the money, but it cannot be completely offset. After all,

, a book without a signature is somewhat less valuable.”

The old man was furious when he heard this, and Sheng Qingyuan added: "If you can bring some signed books next time, it will be free of charge, and I can also cook you other signature dishes."

Hearing this sentence, the old man's anger disappeared immediately. He looked at the remaining food in front of him but couldn't eat it. He swallowed and looked up at Sheng Qingyuan, "Are you serious?"

Sheng Qingyuan smiled and nodded, "Really."

Only then was the old man satisfied, and he took out the silver and put it on the table.

The clerk was dumbfounded when he saw the silver ingot on the table.

This, this is too much!!

The old man obviously looked afraid that he wouldn't be able to get a penny out.

Sheng Qingyuan was not surprised. He gave the silver ingot to the clerk and said with a smile: "Go find change."

The old man waved his hand impatiently and said: "Whatever you are looking for, just think of it as this meal plus the money for future meals. We will tell you when you finish eating."

After saying that, the old man stood up and was about to leave. But when he saw the remaining dishes on the table, he couldn't help but swallowed. Sheng Qingyuan smiled and said: "Go and get him two packing boxes."

The old man looked at her confused: "What is a packing box?"

The waiter quickly brought the box, which was made of bamboo, and poured the leftover vegetables into it. The box was made very delicately and no juice would leak out.

The waiter handed the packed meal to the old man and warned: "When you go back, find a new plate and put the dishes on it, then put it on the pot to heat it up and then you can eat it."

"This box is quite interesting." The old man took two boxes, looked at them, liked them quite a lot, and finally left with satisfaction.

Sheng Qingyuan looked at the book in his hand, then at his leaving figure, smiled slightly, and put the book away.

After returning home in the evening, Sheng Qingyuan asked Shen Zhao about his visit to the unknown master today.

Shen Zhao said: "I found it, but I didn't find it either."

Sheng Qingyuan: "??What does it mean to find but not to find?"

Shen Zhao explained: "The list of all the masters published in the academy did not include the unknown master. Later I went to the academy to walk around and met an old man sweeping the floor. I guessed that he might be the unknown master."

"Then did you ask him?"

"I asked, but he denied it and drove me away." Shen Zhao said calmly.

Sheng Qingyuan was a little dumbfounded.

"By the way, speaking of people, an old man came to Tianxiang Tower today. He didn't want to pay at first, so he just took this book to pay for his meal. I took a look at it and thought it was pretty good. Take a look.

.”

Sheng Qingyuan took out the book and handed it to Shen Zhao.

Shen Zhao believed in Sheng Qingyuan's vision. She was right and it would definitely not be bad.

When he took a look at this somewhat tattered book with traces of oil stains left by falling food, his eyes suddenly brightened.

The fonts in this book may seem sloppy, but actually every stroke is organized, and the specific content is even more beneficial.

"What does the old man who gave you this book look like?" Shen Zhao asked impatiently.

Sheng Qingyuan thought about it for a while and said: "My hair is half gray, part of it is tied up and part of it is hanging down. She is wearing a blue cloth that seems to have been washed away, and a pair of straw sandals on her feet."

"When did he come to the store?" Shen Zhao asked.

"According to the waiter in the store, he arrived at around 11:00 and waited in line at the door for a while."

Not a moment in time.

Shen Zhao counted the time and found that he would go out shortly after he left.

The time and clothing are all right.

Shen Zhao looked at the book in his hand again.

Looking at Shen Zhao's reaction, Sheng Qingyuan asked: "The person I met is the same person you met?"

Shen Zhao nodded, "Probably."

"Why don't you give this to Du Shujun and let him take a look at it?" Sheng Qingyuan suggested.

"Can."

When they told Du Shujun one by one about the scenes of meeting the old man, they then showed the book to Du Shujun.

Du Shujun flipped through the pages. If his injuries hadn't healed yet, he would have jumped up with excitement, "Then the old man actually gave you all his letters?"

"He is the unknown master?" Sheng Qingyuan confirmed again.

Du Shujun nodded fiercely, "That's him. He's the only one who can make the notes look like the toilet paper in the latrine."

Sheng Qingyuan: “…………”

Shen Zhao: "…………"

Du Shujun looked at the letter carefully again, looked at Sheng Qingyuan, and wanted to say something, but the title stopped him.

Shen Zhao could see his confusion and said quietly: "Mrs. Shen."

Sheng Qingyuan subconsciously turned to look at him.

Shen Zhao looked back at her, with a natural smile on his face, and said silently: You are my wife, so naturally you are Mrs. Shen.

Sheng Qingyuan curled her lips and did not differentiate with him.

If we dwell on this issue any longer, it will seem hypocritical.

Du Shujun immediately said: "Madam, according to what you said, if the old man comes again in the future and is willing to use his books in exchange for food, you can take your pick. The old man doesn't have many other books, including various rare and rare books. There are plenty of them!”

Then he said to Shen Zhao: "Also, Your Highness, since the old man rejected you for the first time, just pretend that you don't know, and ask my wife to get some good books from him first, and then wait for an opportunity and then let him go." He discovered your identity by himself, so that you can hold on to that old man."

After listening to Du Shujun's suggestion, Sheng Qingyuan said in a dumbfounded voice: "Why do I feel like you are teaching us how to trick the unknown master?"

Du Shujun waved his hand with a look of disgust on his face: "That old man is not serious at his age. If you don't trick him and hold him, you may not know what he will do to you in the future."

After eating and drinking, Meng Kun returned to the academy and was about to take out the food and heat it up before continuing to eat, when he suddenly sneezed.

He rubbed his nose and said, "It must be that little bastard named Du who is talking bad about me again!"

After the food was heated and finished, Meng Kun sat on the Taishi's chair, rocking back and forth. The sunlight shone lightly through the branches and leaves on his body, making him feel very comfortable and comfortable.

"I heard that Mr. Meng has found some delicious food again?" came a voice. Meng Kun was so shocked that he immediately sat up and subconsciously moved the dishes next to him closer to him.

When Han Shouli saw this, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, "Mr. Meng, you've finished eating, what else can I fight with you for?!"

Only then did Meng Kun realize it belatedly. He coughed to cover up his embarrassment, and then said confidently: "That's not because you, a shameless old man, know how to compete with me for food every day!!"

Han Shouli said seriously: "I'm afraid that if you eat alone, you will feel uncomfortable after eating too much."

Meng Kun glared at him: "Bah! He obviously covets my delicacies, and yet he talks so grandly!"

Han Shouli said disgustedly: "You are still young at your age. Be careful, if the so-called destined apprentice you have been talking about appears, you will scare him away!"

This old boy has been bragging that he will have a destined apprentice, who will achieve great things in the future.

So, after all these years, not even a single figure has been seen.

Meng Kun glared at him again: "Huh! If you are scared away so easily, you are not qualified to be my apprentice!"

"By the way, who is your apprentice?" Han Shouli asked curiously.

He always knew that Meng Kun was waiting for someone, but he didn't know who he was waiting for.

"What does it have to do with you? What are you doing? After robbing me of my food, you still want to steal my disciple from me?!" Meng Kun looked like an old hen protecting her young.

Han Shouli twitched the corner of his mouth and snorted, "Why should I compete with you as an apprentice? I have already taught the most outstanding people, so I still need to envy your future apprentice?"

"You just read a few books to King Jing, but you still have the nerve to say you taught him?!" Meng Kun retorted.

Han Shouli corrected him seriously: "That's more than a few articles. Anyway, I taught His Highness King Jing several years of lessons. Can you, the future disciple, compare to the former His Highness King Jing?"

Meng Kun pursed his lips, not knowing what he was mumbling.

Meng Kun's lack of refutation did not make Han Shouli feel better. On the contrary, after Meng Kun calmed down, Han Shouli's mood gradually became depressed.

As outstanding as His Highness King Jing was, his death brought so much pain to people.

In today's Great Zhou Dynasty, there is simply no hope.

"This future apprentice of yours, can he change the current situation of Dazhou?" Han Shouli asked casually, dejectedly, and it was also a joke.

"Yes!" However, Meng Kun's words were very firm.

This determination made Han Shouli couldn't help but turn his head to look at him, wanting to make sure whether what he said was meant to appease him.

"Then when will he show up?" Han Shouli asked again.
To be continued...