Zhang Yuan, who trotted all the way to pull the cow, spontaneously had an idea in his heart.

After thinking about it carefully, the legs of a little steward are far less comfortable than Zhuo Wenjun's beautiful legs, goose hahahaha.

Zhuo Wenjun can be regarded as a representative of the deviant in this era, Zhang Yuan, as a liberal arts student, although he does not know the technology of steel smelting, but he knows something about Zhuo Wenjun's story.

lost his husband in his early years, and then left home and went to Chengdu in pursuit of love, and returned to Linqiong in the middle because of the cruelty of reality, and then Sima Xiangru disliked Zhuo Wenjun because of his sudden ascension to a high position, and Zhuo Wenjun wrote "Bitter Lang Poem" and "Farewell Book" These two letters saved Sima Xiangru's heart.

Such a twisted and bizarre story casts a veil of mystery over such a talented woman.

Zhang Yuan, who was sitting on the carriage and whipping the scalper with a long whip, stared at the carriage at the front of the convoy, thinking narcissistically what to do if this Zhuo Wenjun fell in love with him.

But the only person who can solve his identity is Zhuo Wenjun, or Zhang Yuan can contact the only person who will not despise him because of his identity.

After thinking about it, Zhang Yuan decided to give it a go.

With the belief that a bicycle becomes a motorcycle.

Zhang Yuan cleared his throat and began to mobilize those beautiful poems from the depths of his memory, singing them word by word from his mouth.

"The grass on the banks of the green river, the willows in the lush garden.

Yingying upstairs girl, bright as the window (you three sounds).

E'e red pink makeup, slender hands.

used to be a prostitute girl, but now she is a.

The prodigal son can't return, and it's hard to keep the empty bed alone. ”

Zhang Yuan's singing voice was melodious and long, and he was not afraid that Zhuo Wenjun would not hear it, and sure enough, after a while, the convoy transporting the iron billet stopped.

Zhang Yuan watched Zhuo Wenjun slowly walk down with the support of the maidservant, and then she didn't know what to say to the leading steward Li, and the maid beside her began to walk towards Zhang Yuan.

"Did you recite that five-character poem just now?"

Zhang Yuan pretended to be very frightened.

"The villain disturbed the eldest lady, and asked the sister to talk to the eldest lady, and the villain shut up and didn't dare to say anything, begging the eldest lady to forgive the villain's sins."

The maid looked at Zhang Yuan and looked frightened, and laughed out loud.

"Who said to blame you, come with me, the eldest lady wants to see you."

"What about this car?"

Zhang Yuan pointed to the ox cart beside him and asked Zhuo Wenjun's maidservant.

"Don't worry, someone will come and catch the car for you."

Zhang Yuan sighed, and followed the maid in front of him in the direction of the carriage.

Walking in front of Zhuo Wenjun, Zhang Yuan looked even more respectful, and he didn't dare to raise his head, so he kept it low.

"That five-character poem you just recited? Who did it, and why I have never heard of it. ”

Zhuo Wenjun didn't believe that a random slave doing odd jobs in their workshop could make such a poem.

Oh yes, it's not a slave who does chores, now it's a blacksmith apprentice, well, even if it's a blacksmith apprentice, Zhuo Wenjun won't believe it.

As soon as Zhuo Wenjun asked this, the tight string in Zhang Yuan's heart was also loosened, and he didn't know that this five-character poem belonged to that dynasty, only that it must be from the Han Dynasty and the Han Dynasty, and now it seems that even Zhuo Wenjun doesn't know, so he can take it with peace of mind.

"Tell the eldest lady, this five-character poem was written by the villain some time ago, and today I escorted this batch of iron billets with Steward Li, and I was happy to recite it.

If you make the eldest lady unhappy, please ask the eldest lady to punish the villain, and the villain will never complain. ”

Because Zhang Yuan kept his head down, he didn't see Zhuo Wenjun's surprised expression when he said that the five words were made by him, but Zhuo Wenjun showed this expression not because he believed Zhang Yuan, but because he felt that there was a slave who deceived her in front of her.

"Do you have any other poems?"

As soon as Zhuo Wenjun asked, Steward Li interrupted.

"Miss, it's not too early, let's leave first, I'm afraid that the time will be delayed for a long time, and the Wang family will not be able to wait."

Zhuo Wenjun said patiently.

"Well, what Uncle Li said is, then let's go, this person stays next to my carriage, and I still have something to ask him."

"Miss, you can do whatever you want."

The convoy began to move forward again under the command of Steward Li, while Zhang Yuan stayed by Zhuo Wenjun's carriage.

"What's your name?"

Although Zhuo Wenjun did not lift the curtains on the carriage, Zhang Yuan also knew that he was asking him.

"The villain's name is Zhang Yuan, and he is an apprentice blacksmith in the workshop."

Zhuo Wenjun thought in his heart that he would expose Zhang Yuan's lies no matter what.

"Do you have any other poems that you can read to me?"

"Ahem, ahem.

The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown. ”

As soon as Zhang Yuan's words fell, Zhuo Wenjun's exclamation came from inside the carriage.

"Good poem, you wrote it too?"

In the first poem, Zhang Yuan took the risk of picking out a five-character poem of two Han men to read in order to ensure that it could meet Zhuo Wenjun's taste, but this poem "Silent Night Thoughts" by Li Shixian, Zhang Yuan has no intention of taking risks, if he can find the original author to come out and confront him face to face, then Zhang Yuan would really rather die on a pig.

"The villain doesn't dare to deceive the eldest lady, these five words were made by the villain last night."

"Do you know how to read?"

Zhuo Wenjun still didn't believe Zhang Yuan's words. Fortunately, Zhang Yuan is a liberal arts student, and he also practiced calligraphy or something when he was in college, although there are not many official small seals in the Han Dynasty now, but Zhang Yuan is still somewhat sure, especially in this era when he can write his own name.

Zhang Yuan, who can be regarded as a real cultural person.

"Yes."

What was the reaction of Zhuo Wenjun in the carriage, if Zhuo Wenjun himself didn't say it, he would definitely not know for the rest of his life, but what he could be sure of was that Zhuo Wenjun must have been interested in him.

"I remember that you were promoted to blacksmith apprenticeship by Steward Li not long ago, and before that you were just a little boy doing odd jobs.

Someone shouldn't teach you to read and write, tell you the truth, otherwise I will inevitably let Steward Li reward you with a whipping. ”

If Zhang Yuan can't write, then now facing the threat of Zhuo Wenjun, he will definitely be weak-minded, but he can, he can really write official books. But it seems that what Zhuo Wenjun said also makes sense, if you don't make up a life experience, it's really hard to get through.

Zhang Yuan still knew that books in the Han Dynasty were more expensive than gold, and no one in the entire workshop could write his name except for a few words that Steward Li recognized.

didn't dare to brew for too long, Zhang Yuan thought of a sentence and said a word.

"The villain clan was originally a side branch of the Qingyang Zhang clan, Qin Shi Huang gathered 120,000 rich families in the world and Guanzhong, and the villain's ancestors moved to Guanzhong. Then the world was in turmoil, I took advantage of the situation to Gaozu, the clansmen went to Shu in order to avoid the war, and the family fell in the middle of the road in childhood, but the father did not give up the cultivation of the villain because of this, but had greater expectations, so he taught the villain to read and write from an early age.

A few years ago, my father and mother died one after another, and the family really couldn't come up with money to bury my parents, so I entered Zhuo's mansion as a slave.

Speaking of which, it ended up like this, and it was the villain's cultivation that was sorry for his parents. ”

After finishing speaking, Zhang Yuan breathed a long sigh of relief and squeezed out a few tears. I don't know if Zhuo Wenjun can believe his nonsense. It took a long time for a sigh to come from the carriage.

"Hey, I see, it's also a miserable person."

After this sentence was over, I could no longer hear Zhuo Wenjun ask Zhang Yuan anything.

Soon, the convoy arrived outside the Wang family's blacksmith shop, and Zhuo Wenjun just got out of the car to take a look, and then returned to the car. Zhang Yuan saw that he already had the hope of fading away from his slavery, so it was naturally impossible to raise his head and look directly at Zhuo Wenjun, so as to cause any other trouble.

After the transaction was completed, the ox carts of the Zhuo Family Iron Smelting Workshop began to drive back again, while Zhuo Wenjun's carriage went in the other direction.

Zhang Yuan was stunned for a moment, and no one told him where he should go, whether to continue to follow Zhuo Wenjun's carriage, or follow the ox cart of the workshop back to the workshop.

After experiencing what happened just now, Steward Li was obviously a lot unfamiliar with Zhang Yuansheng.

After struggling in his heart for a while, Zhang Yuan felt that it was better to be safe, so he prepared to chase the cattle cart.

Suddenly, a pleasant voice came from behind.

"Zhang Yuan, you can stay by my side and do things in the future."

Zhang Yuan turned his back to the carriage, and an incomparably bright smile appeared on his face, the ancients did not deceive me.