"Did he really write it all?"

Zhuo Wenjun put down the chopsticks in his hand, picked up the handkerchief and wiped his mouth.

"Miss, he did say that everything was written, let the slave maid bring you a message."

It was obvious that Xiaoqing suppressed the liveliness he should have in front of Zhuo Wenjun.

"Okay, let's go check it out first."

At this time, an older maid beside Zhuo Wenjun asked aloud.

"Miss, don't you take a break?"

"No, it's nothing if you don't take a lunch break for a day, I've eaten, you clean up this, Xiaoqing can go with me."

"Whoa."

The sun at noon was just right, Zhang Yuan felt that Zhuo Wenjun's love for poetry, she should be tempted to come and take a look, and some words on the bamboo slips had not dried, Zhang Yuan took out the bamboo slips and put them under the sun to dry after Xiaoqing left.

Hearing footsteps outside the courtyard, Zhang Yuan hurriedly picked up the bamboo slips from the ground. I thought that my gain and loss was to travel to the Zhuo family, and if I traveled to other places, it would be really difficult to figure out what kind of temperament the master's family was.

After seeing Zhang Yuan, Zhuo Wenjun asked directly

"Xiaoqing said that you have transcribed everything, take it and watch it with me."

"Whoa."

Zhang Yuan respectfully raised the book slip with both hands and handed it to Xiao Qing directly, who would have thought that Zhuo Wenjun would be in a hurry and take the bamboo slip directly from Zhang Yuan's hand.

As soon as the book was opened, Zhuo Wenjun was directly fascinated, and his mouth kept softly reciting some verses in the middle.

"The vulgar is thin, who is the bright tooth? Pitching the years is approaching, and glory is difficult to last long.

I want to do this song, this song is sad and long.

May it be the southwest wind and pass away into the arms of the king. If Jun Huailiang doesn't open it, what should the concubine do? ”

When he recited the poem, he laughed out loud for a while, and frowned for a while.

Although there are only ten poems, Zhuo Wenjun has stood under the sun and read it for most of the hour, Zhang Yuan and Xiaoqing are about to hold on, she is still watching.

It wasn't until a drop of fragrant sweat fell from her cheeks on the bamboo slip that she rolled it up, and then a pair of beautiful eyes began to stare at Zhang Yuan.

"Lift your head up and let me see."

Zhang Yuan's head lowered even harder.

"The villain doesn't dare to look directly at the eldest lady."

"It's okay for me to let you lift it."

With Zhuo Wenjun's words, Zhang Yuan really raised his head for the first time and looked at Zhuo Wenjun.

Zhuo Wenjun was also observing him.

finally got a full view of Zhuo Wenjun's prosperous face, although Zhang Yuan's heart began to be restless, but he kept suppressing himself.

If at this time, he dared to show disrespect in his eyes, he was afraid that Zhuo Wenjun would treat him as a filthy person, and all the efforts he had made before would be in vain.

Zhang Yuan's eyes didn't dare to move, but Zhuo Wenjun had no scruples, although she was a widow, the current atmosphere of the Han Dynasty, from the royal family to the ordinary people, who didn't raise a few little white faces?

Although Zhuo Wenjun didn't go too far, he didn't even dare to look at a man.

After scanning Zhang Yuan from beginning to end several times, Zhuo Wenjun slowly spoke.

"You have such literary talents, being my scholar is really wronged, I will tell my father, exempt you from slavery, and enter my Zhuo Mansion as a retainer."

Is it that simple, is it that simple......

Zhang Yuan originally thought that it would take a lot of effort to give away his slave status, but Zhuo Wenjun of Ya gave it away in just two sentences, and he was able to enter the Zhuo family as a retainer, so that he didn't have to worry about the labor taxes that he should have to bear as a commoner.

Zhuo Wenjun's operation made Xiao Qing's eyes on one side about to fall out.

"The eldest lady is very kind, Zhang Yuan will never forget."

Zhang Yuan bowed deeply, he was sincerely grateful, with the status of a commoner and the fact that he could read and write, he dared to say that he was a scholar in front of Emperor Han Jing.

"In the future, you don't have to give this gift in front of me, your talent is thousands of times stronger than those children of the scholar clan who can't read a few words. You live here first, and I'll get some furniture for you when you get back.

Xiaoqing will stay by your side to serve your daily life, and send a few servants who are usually available to you.

If you still need anything, let Xiaoqing come to me or come to me in person. ”

……

What else can Zhang Yuan say, the whole person is stupid.

Is it an experience to meet a rich woman?

There is a warm bed, and there are people for her own call.

Is having a comfortable bed a good life?

Zhang Yuan thought so yesterday, but not today.

Zhuo Wenjun left for a long time and Zhang Yuan didn't find out, if it wasn't for Xiao Qing's courage to shake Zhang Yuan, it is estimated that Zhang Yuan alone would definitely not be able to wake up from his fantasy.

"Childe, Childe, are you okay?"

"Huh? It's okay. I'm beautiful, what can I do?

Uh, no, what did you just call me? ”

Xiaoqing was confused all of a sudden, touching his little head and saying.

"Childe? Is the slave called the wrong one? ”

"Don't call me son-in-law in the future, just call me Brother Xiaoyuan like noon."

Xiaoqing was frightened by Zhang Yuan's remarks, and his whole head shook into a rattle.

"No, Childe.

You were still a scholar at noon, and now you are a guest of honor in Zhuo Mansion, you are a nobleman, and Xiaoqing will never offend you like noon in the future. ”

Zhang Yuan sighed and didn't embarrass Xiaoqing anymore.

Before he was in front of Zhuo Wenjun, why wasn't Xiaoqing like this?

Zhuo Wenjun's efficiency is still quite fast, and after half an hour, the small courtyard where Zhang Yuan lives has changed greatly.

Some necessary furniture was placed in the room, and the wings on both sides of the courtyard were also vacated for Xiaoqing and the four servants who had just arrived to live.

Zhang Yuan didn't have to worry about his living needs now, so he closed his eyes and looked at the steel filling method and the curved plough drawings that were rewarded to him when he completed the first task of the system.

This is the first time Zhang Yuan has looked at these two things, and it may be a little inappropriate to say that it is something, after all, there is no physical object in front of Zhang Yuan. After a brief look, Zhang Yuan found that the so-called steel filling method was only a way to smelt iron into carbon steel.

At the end, Zhang Yuan found that there were two words 'take out' at the bottom.

Zhang Yuan tried it and chose to take it out, and then the steel filling method in his mind disappeared all of a sudden.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a silk silk in front of him.

After rolling it out, it was the steel filling method in his mind just now, except for not taking out those two words, everything else was not deviated at all.

"Can you still play like this, this doesn't mean that the game props are put into reality."

It is far more shocking for something in the mind to be embodied than to travel through the unknown system in the body.

Zhang Yuan immediately tried to take out the drawing of the curved plough again, and then another silk silk was placed on the table in front of him.

......

Just like his own crossing, Zhang Yuan can't explain this supernatural phenomenon at the moment.

Either way, just accept it.

However, this is much more convenient, otherwise in the eyes of outsiders, it is estimated that Zhang Yuan is just a pig who can sleep.