Liu Zhang handed the drawing to Wang Fu, and the numbers on it were all annotated on bamboo slips. But even so, Wang Fu still frowned and accepted it, hoping that the assembly line workshop could be more efficient than a single person.
When Liu Zhang returned home, Huang Yue was no longer there, and only Liu Xun was still writing. As soon as he saw Liu Zhang, Liu Xun immediately rushed over, shook Liu Zhang's hand and said: "Daddy, daddy, read the poem written by Xun'er."
"Poetry?" Liu Zhang was horrified and said, "Old boy, the child prodigy Luo Binwang "Goose Goose" is also seven years old, and his own son actually wrote a poem at the age of four. This is incredible, so he quickly took the bamboo slips and read:
"The north wind is cool, the rain, snow and mist are so kind to me. Let's go hand in hand... Well, it's good. It's very artistic and charming. Xun'er, you are really a genius. My father thought you could write ' The word "fog" is good."
Liu Zhang grinned, and Liu Xun stood in front of him, rubbing the hem of his clothes, and whispered: "Dad, that's the Book of Songs. What I wrote is below."
"Well?" Liu Zhang coughed awkwardly, looked to the left, and said: "The west wind is so cold, the hail hits the wall. The sun rises in the east, it scares me to death..."
The surrounding soldiers almost suffered internal injuries.
When Liu Zhang saw the four words "Sunrise in the East", he almost lost the bamboo slip, and immediately nodded vigorously: "Well, my son is good. This poem has a profound artistic conception, the description of the scenery is moving, and the word 'scared to death' is accurate." It depicts the psychology of the characters, especially "Sunrise in the East", which shows domineering and a sense of prosperity after the hailstorm.
Only four of the sixteen words were wrong, which is amazing, but my son has remembered that when it rains, the weather is usually not cold, but the flaws cannot be concealed. My son will keep working hard and must not be proud, you know?"
"Yes." Liu Xun nodded vigorously. He was very happy to hear Liu Zhang's praise, and went to "create" happily again.
Liu Zhang picked up the brush again, hoping that Wang Fu could quickly make a batch of chairs. He sat on the mat every day, and his legs were almost numb, and he didn't even have a place to lean on when he had a headache.
Just as he was about to continue drawing, Liu Zhang looked at the pen in his hand, frowned, and carefully drew the structure of the pen on the white paper. Writing with a brush is slow and consumes ink. If he uses a pen instead, he doesn't know how much money he will save. How much time.
After drawing with a pen, Liu Zhang drew some simple and practical things for later generations. When his physical strength could no longer bear it, he went to rest. Liu Xun was left alone in the hall, tilting his head and thinking hard. Whenever he came up with a "good sentence", he would happily write it down. on the paper.
But at this moment, at the gate of the tall city in Chengdu, a dirty man with disheveled hair, damaged shoes, and several layers of tattered clothes was required to cover his skin. It was difficult to tell whether he was a man or a woman. He was holding a short horse. Ma, staring blankly at the prosperity of Chengdu.
"Wow, there are so many people." A clear female voice sighed. It was completely inconsistent with her own image. It was Xiao Furong, a barbarian from Wuxi.
"Little beggar, if you want to come in, go in. If you don't want to go in, go out. Don't block the door and affect the appearance of the city." A soldier guarding the city shouted.
"Bah, you are the little beggar. Your whole family is a little beggar. What's wrong with my aunt standing here?" Xiao Furong put her hands on her hips and shouted at the soldier. Her loud voice startled the soldier.
"Let's go, standing here is disgusting." A man with a goatee in fine clothes tilted his head back and said to Xiao Furong with squinted eyes. His disgusted expression made it look like Xiao Furong was a piece of shit.
Xiao Furong was furious and was about to fight with fists and kicks when the people around her gathered around and pointed at Xiao Furong.
"Let's go, let's go."
"Let's go, let's go."
"Ugh." Xiao Furong finally couldn't bear it anymore, so she covered her face with her sleeves and ran away.
As the sun set, Xiao Furong led the pony to a paddy field to wash her face. When she returned to the city, there were very few people on the street, and there was only one vendor selling green onion pancakes.
"Damn it Liu Zhang, I haven't seen any beautiful women after watching it all day."
Xiao Furong clutched her growling stomach and stared unblinkingly at the steaming green onion pancakes in front of the vendor. Her moist face shone in the sunset.
"Brother, five green onion pancakes."
"Great, ten cents."
"Brother, um, um... have you seen the Flying Girl?"
"Ah?" The vendor was stunned and shook his head vigorously.
"Now I see you."
Xiao Furong took the green onion cake and flew onto the pony. The pony immediately raised its hooves and ran away, while the vendor stayed there blankly.
In the early morning at the Prefectural Shepherd's Mansion, Liu Zhang was talking about the actual size to Huang Yue, and suddenly felt a dull pain in his head. He couldn't help but lean against the wall to rest, rubbing his temples vigorously.
"Sir, what's wrong with you?" Huang Yue frowned when he saw Liu Zhang feeling a little uncomfortable.
"It's nothing, let's continue."
Liu Zhang forced himself to hold himself up. His headaches had become more and more frequent recently. Could it be possible that there would really be retribution for murder?
"You must be tired, sir. Let me give you a massage." Huang Yue put down his pen and said to Liu Zhang.
"This is not very convenient."
Huang Yue smiled and said: "When I'm at home, every time my brother is tired, I just give him a massage (massage). It's nothing."
Huang Yue stood up as he spoke. Liu Zhang couldn't refuse, and he didn't want to refuse either. It was a kind of enjoyment to have such a beautiful woman massaging him.
Huang Yue really didn't lie. The massage technique was very skillful. He pressed the belly of his middle finger on the temple, and the other four fingers cooperated with varying strength. It was much more comfortable than Liu Zhang's own massage, and he suddenly felt that his head was much clearer.
"Miss Huang is really versatile."
"As long as you don't find it objectionable, sir."
While the two were talking, a soldier from outside suddenly ran in: "Sir, it's not good. There is a beggar outside throwing stones at our house."
"What?" Liu Zhang's eyes widened with disbelief on his face: "What did you say, throwing stones at the house of Honshu Mu?"
"Yes, sir, that beggar was throwing stones and yelling at the same time."
"This is outrageous." Liu Zhang stood up immediately. Huang Yue saw that Liu Zhang seemed to be angry, and didn't want him to bother, so he said to the soldier: "He is a beggar, just drive him away."
"Don't." Liu Zhang suddenly calmed down, thinking that it was because of his lax governance that caused public dissatisfaction. This was a big deal. He wanted to see who was so smart that he dared to attack the prefectural pastorate, which is equivalent to modern times.
The Provincial Office was stoned.
The soldier said with a bitter face: "We drove away. Not only did we not drive away, but we also knocked down more than a dozen brothers. General Wang Xu did not stop him. Let me ask your Excellency whether to mobilize the army."
"Come on, come with me and have a look."
Liu Zhang put his hands behind his back and walked to the door, Huang Yue followed. As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw Xiao Furong, with disheveled hair and an angry look on her face, yelling curses on the road outside the door. More than a dozen soldiers fell to the ground in disorder and howled miserably.
"Liu Zhang, you are a big liar. You are hiding in there and acting like a turtle. Where are the beauties you promised? Those aunties on the street who carry vegetable baskets and drive ducks with whips are not as good-looking as the sister-in-law who wiped my butt since I was a child. You still picked one up,
It’s almost enough if you pick up a grandma and go back…”
"Little beggar, don't be arrogant." Wang Xu fell on the stone stairs, blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and struggled to shout.
Xiao Furong immediately stared at Wang Xu with an unkind expression. Wang Xu shrank his neck in fright. Xiao Furong had just knocked down a dozen guards in two or three strokes. Now seeing her approaching her, he couldn't help but show fear in his eyes.
"Who are you calling a beggar? Who are you calling a beggar? I want you to be a beggar, I want you..."
Xiao Furong kicked Wang Xu on the waist. Wang Xu couldn't help shouting "ah". Xiao Furong tried to kick Wang Xu again. Liu Zhang who was standing at the door quickly shouted: "Stop."
Xiao Furong stopped immediately when she heard the voice. When she saw Liu Zhang coming out of the house, she was stunned for a moment, then immediately raised her eyebrows and said angrily: "Ha, you finally came out, you big liar, you
Said Chengdu is very beautiful..."
Xiao Furong suddenly stopped talking, because she saw Huang Yue behind her, with dignified and beautiful cheeks, elegant figure, and elegant yellow clothes that highlighted her perfect curves, which made Xiao Furong open her mouth wide.
Huang Yue looked at Xiao Furong with a smile. After listening to Xiao Furong's words and looking at Liu Zhang's expression, the smart Huang Yue immediately understood that this unruly, unruly maniac who had no sense of etiquette, spoke freely, and had no image of a daughter, had nothing to do with Zhou Mu.