Zhuo Wenjun just asked Zhang Yuan to leave, whether there would be any discomfort in Steward Li's heart, Zhang Yuan didn't know.

After all, people still regarded themselves as sons an hour ago, and I don't know what kind of mood they will be in now.

When he returned to Zhuo's mansion, the night was already very deep, although Zhang Yuan went out from here, but he had completely lost all the memories of the previous owner on this body, so he still felt very strange, this way, Zhuo Wenjun still did not talk to Zhang Yuan again, but just instructed the maid to find a place for Zhang Yuan to live and left.

Looking around at everything around him, Zhang Yuan's mood suddenly relaxed.

"Mom, I haven't seen such a comfortable place in the past three months, it's still a single room, it's not bad."

There were also two sets of clothes that could be changed next to the bed, and Zhang Yuan immediately changed his stinky linen clothes after seeing them.

For the first time in a long time, Zhang Yuan felt that he was alive like a person, and the numb feeling when he was in the workshop before really made him fed up.

"Damn, if this Zhuo Wenjun lets me stay next to her, what will I do with my iron-striking task?"

After hitting the iron today, Zhang Yuan was so tired that he didn't go to check the progress of the task on the system.

"How Steel Is Made: Sharpening Iron Like Clay: The Number of Strikes on Metal with a Blacksmith's Hammer (234 parts per thousand)

Reward for completing the mission: Water Drain Blower Method technique and detailed explanation of drawings. ”

After seeing this progress, Zhang Yuan's heart was almost half cold.

"It's only a quarter, grandpa, I have just been promoted to a blacksmith apprentice, and I'm afraid it's difficult to complete this task.

Purr, purr, purr..."

Zhang Yuan, who was still worried about the inability to complete the system task a second ago, fell asleep with his head tilted after touching the bed.

The next day, when the sun hit Zhang Yuan's buttocks, he woke up, there was nothing in the room except the bed, Zhang Yuan subconsciously thought about washing his face, and after seeing the surrounding environment, he immediately gave up.

He doesn't seem to have washed his face for three months, and even took a shower when it was dark and rainy, and ran outside the room to wash it with rainwater.

When he came last night, it was already dark, and Zhang Yuan hadn't taken a look at what this table was like, so he opened the door and took a look.

"I'll go, it's more than a hundred times stronger than that workshop."

The wooden stakes and walls are painted aside, and with the black tiles on the roof and the small courtyard in the middle, it looks like a courtyard house in old Beijing.

"It's hard, no one calls me to work, no one urges me to get up, this kind of life is what I want."

Today's weather is much better than yesterday, the sun shining on his body is so comfortable, Zhang Yuan, who had just gotten up, suddenly felt the sequelae caused by wielding a hammer yesterday.

The muscles in my arms began to ache incomparably, and I thought that taking care of my body was the king. There happened to be a big stone in the middle of the courtyard, so Zhang Yuan just lay down on it, enjoying this hard-won comfort.

It wasn't long before he fell asleep again and had a dream.

In the dream, he seemed to be in a sea of flowers, and there was a girl in a white dress in the center of the sea of flowers, although he couldn't see his face clearly, but Zhang Yuan knew that this girl must be very beautiful, Zhang Yuan ran towards the girl, but he couldn't get close to this girl no matter how he ran, until he tripped over a stone under his feet.

"Made, the one who lacks virtue puts a stone in the flower field."

"Are you awake?"

As soon as this familiar voice came out, Zhang Yuan realized that he was dreaming just now, and then someone seemed to kick him off the stone.

"Miss, the villain struck iron for the first time yesterday, and he was really sore all over, so he rested for a while, and asked Miss Don't blame."

Zhang Yuan hurriedly got up, lowered his head and begged for forgiveness from Zhuo Wenjun.

"Okay, I just remembered that I didn't tell you what to do in the house yesterday, I think you have a good literary talent, just stay by my side and be a scholar."

Zhuo Wenjun's scholar is much higher than that blacksmith apprentice, as if he has become a high-level servant, as soon as this identity is revealed, he feels superior.

"Miss Xie appreciates."

"Let's stay here first, I'll ask Xiaoqing to prepare some books for you, and today you can stay in the room and transcribe the poems you wrote one by one, and hand them over to me tomorrow."

I will also ask Xiaoqing to bring you food, remember that the Zhuo Mansion is very large, and there are many rules, so don't walk around the courtyard without my permission on weekdays. ”

Although he has become a scholar, Zhang Yuan is still very respectful in front of Zhuo Wenjun.

"Well, the villain knows it, don't worry, the villain won't cause trouble for the eldest lady."

After Zhuo Wenjun left, her personal maid named Xiaoqing took the three servants to move a table and pen and ink and books into Zhang Yuan's room.

Zhang Yuan thanked the maidservant several times before he began to arrange these things.

Thinking that there was no chair and only a cushion, Zhang Yuan moved the table to the bed, saying that it was a table, but it was actually about the same as the coffee table in later generations, and it was not very high, and it was just right to put it on the bed.

The books are all freshly cut and woven together, although Zhang Yuan can write official books, but this is the first time to write on the books.

After carefully transcribing the two five-character poems he recited in front of Zhuo Wenjun yesterday, Zhang Yuan became troubled.

If Zhang Yuan copied all the poems and songs in his mind, Zhuo Wenjun would not be scared to death, and directly knelt on the ground to lick Zhang Yuan's comfort.

Although Zhang Yuan also wanted to do this, after thinking about it, as one of the top ten young people in the new century, he naturally had to understand the truth of a long stream.

"Then copy ten of his poems first, no, how to copy it, it is to let the poems of those predecessors be carried forward in my hands.

Well, yes, that's it, carry it forward. Hey. ”

After thinking about it, Zhang Yuan picked up the pen and began to transcribe on the book.

Copying poems is also learned, Cao Cao's kind of five-word poem like opening his mouth and closing his mouth Zhou Gong to feed the world is definitely not copied, and copying it out is a death, and he has to die with Zhuo's family up and down.

Since Lao Tzu's poems can't be copied, then copy his son's.

Writing on bamboo slips was tiring and troublesome, but when Zhang Yuan gradually became familiar with it, his speed gradually increased.

By the time Xiaoqing brought him food at noon, his poems had been copied.

"Xiaoqing, is the eldest lady in the mansion now?"

Xiaoqing is not very old, he should be two years younger than Zhang Yuan, he should be very lively when he looks at him, and he is not so defensive about people.

I heard Zhang Yuan ask her where Zhuo Wenjun was, but she didn't ask why, and told Zhang Yuan directly.

"Well, the eldest lady is having dinner right now, and she may want to take a nap after eating."

After drinking the millet porridge sent by Xiaoqing in one go, Zhang Yuan wiped the corners of his mouth.

"Then trouble Xiaoqing, after you go back to the eldest lady later, help me bring a sentence, just say that the poems have all been transcribed, and ask the eldest lady if she wants to read it now."

"Brother Xiaoyuan is polite, Xiaoqing doesn't feel troublesome, I'll go back and pass the word this time."

Xiao Qing had been gone for a while, and Zhang Yuan was still immersed in Xiao Qing's voice of Xiao Yuan's brother and did not ease up.