Yan Zise proposed to Song Zheng that he would buy Ming'er for thirty taels of silver. Song Zheng naturally ridiculed each other and proposed to buy Yan Zise as a maidservant. Such words are extremely bold and almost insulting. The status of slaves and maids in the Great Qi Dynasty is similar to that of the previous Song Dynasty, although it is higher than that of the previous dynasties, and it is no longer a "cheap mouth". However, a slave is a slave, and after all, he is a subordinate. Although it is common for rich people to buy and sell slaves and maids, it is a sin to "force the good to be slaves". Although Song Zheng knew some things before, he didn't know it deeply, so he fooled Ming'er very smoothly. In fact, Ming'er is only a nominal slave, and Song Zheng is just a verbal contract, strictly speaking, if she doesn't sign it, it doesn't count.

Song Zheng proposed to let Yan Zise be a person, and Yan Zise heard Song Zheng say it interestingly, and laughed sneeringly. The big man who followed behind Yan Zise suddenly changed color, and he shouted: "Da Gulu!" Although the voice was not loud, Song Zheng could still hear it clearly, and he couldn't help but look at the big man.

The big man secretly said that it was not good, and he exposed something, so he hurriedly remedied it and drank again: "What a guts!" However, the voice of these words is stiff, and I am not used to speaking Chinese when I hear them.

When the big man saw Song Zheng looking at him with a smile, his face turned red for a while. wanted to do it, but he was afraid that Song Zheng would expose his identity, so he held back his blood and anger, and even his eyes turned red.

Yan Zise also found out that Dahan was wrong, and hurriedly asked, "Hu Lei, what's wrong with you?" The big man waved his hand and pointed out the door again, wanting Yan Zise to leave quickly. Yan Zise said with a smile: "I'll talk to this Song Xiaolang, you go up first, and I'll leave immediately." ”

Where did this big man named Hu Lei feel at ease to leave Yan Zise here, so he had to lower his head and remain silent.

Yan Zise ignored him, but said to Song Zheng with interest: "Where is your home?" Is there anything fun? If you're having fun, maybe I'll consider your home! ”

Song Zheng secretly said that this woman knew that she was not a good man, and she regained interest in herself. proposed to make her a servant, but she was not annoyed, and took the initiative to deepen the topic. Hehe, little girl, don't blame Uncle Big Bad Wolf for not reminding you, you took the bait yourself.

Now that it's time to play tricks, Song Zheng is no longer polite, and makes some good words vigorously, such as "picturesque, people in the painting", "the bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone flows upstream", "the water is clear and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy", "the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the flowers and plants are strange", and praised Songjiazhuang as a paradise on earth. Of course, there are some folk tales mixed in the middle, and there are many of these fabricated things, the meeting between the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl was also arranged on the west mountain of Songjiazhuang, and the Tianchi Water Monster also moved to Maling Lake.

Of course, after telling the story, this guy didn't forget to memorize "Maling green grass, into the Mid-Autumn Festival, there is no style." ”

Yan Zise was suddenly dazzled, sat on the stool, opened a pair of big eyes, like a curious baby, and looked at Song Zheng longingly.

Seeing that Song Zheng was fooling people again, Ming'er also stopped her anger at the moment and looked at Yan Zise with some pity. Although Bei Leye and Bei Suo, the master and servant, knew that Song Zheng was eloquent, they didn't expect him to be so foolish. Bei Leye's family lives in Shishan Town, and I have naturally been to Xishan and Maling Lake many times, and I didn't realize until today that it was so beautiful! It made them all want to dare to go home soon and see the scenery of their hometown.

Bei Leye is still like this, not to mention Yan Zise. Song Zheng had just finished reciting the plagiarized "Nian Nujiao Crossing the Horse Tomb" loudly, and the last sentence: "Buckle the side and howl alone, I don't know what night it is" Before the voice fell, Yan Zise couldn't wait to stand up and grabbed Song Zheng's arm: "Go, take me quickly." ”

Song Zheng was secretly happy, and was just about to cheer for the sale of the clever plan, when he heard a person outside the door sigh loudly: "Good words, good words, really good words!" Song Gongzi, what you said, even I was moved. ”

With this exclamation, Yan Zisheng stepped through the door, followed by the middle-aged scribe Song Zheng had seen before.

Yan Zise suddenly realized that he was wrong, and quickly let go of his hand and stood aside with a red face. Song Zheng smiled slightly embarrassedly and stood up, Song Zheng hurriedly stood up and arched his hand at Yan Zisheng.

"Song Gongzi, I don't know who did this 'Nian Nujiao' just now? Can you introduce Yan? This Yan Zisheng actually looked eager, obviously a fan.

Song Zheng's heart moved, so he looked at Ming'er, Ming'er understood, stood up, and said with a smile: "This is what my son-in-law did three years ago. ”

Song Zheng pretended to reprimand: "Mouth more, don't retreat!" He turned to Yan Zisheng and said: "An old work made Brother Yan smile." ”

Ming'er gave a salute and stepped aside. Yan Zisheng found out about Ming'er's charming posture, and was stunned for a moment, but his eyes did not wander on Ming'er, but said directly: "Song Gongzi, this poem is really written by you?" ”

Song Zheng nodded and touched his chin again, but unfortunately this guy didn't have a beard, so he couldn't pretend to be calm and sanctimonious.

Yan Zisheng said happily: "Yesterday, I saw Song Gongzi subduing the horse, and I secretly thought that Gongzi was a martial artist. Today, when I saw Gongzi dressed as a scribe and spoke a chapter, I realized that Yan had misunderstood Gongzi. Childe's poem swept away the graceful wind, just like the Kansai Han, holding an iron plate, shouting loudly, "The great river goes east, the waves are exhausted, and the romantic characters of the ages" are general. ”

"Brother Yan has an overreputation, how dare he compete with Dongpo laymen. The lyricist, Xiao Daoer, Song is just happy to do it in his spare time. ”

When the two scribes met, they naturally had countless sour words. After talking a few more words, Yan Zisheng asked Song Zheng to go to the private room on the second floor to talk. Song Zheng also seemed to be aroused by Yan Zisheng, and immediately agreed. Bei Leye and Bei Suo still had to go to the martial arts academy to find out some news, so after Song Zheng introduced Xiaobei and Yan Zisheng to each other, he arranged for them to leave.

Immediately, Song Zheng and Ming'er, the Yan brothers and sisters, and the middle-aged scribe named Zhangzong and the big man Hu Lei, a total of six people, came to the second floor, found a private room, and sat down very casually. The guy gave a pot of Biluochun, Ming'er poured tea for everyone, and stood behind Song Zheng. On the other side, the Yan brothers and sisters and Zhang Zong were sitting, while Hu Lei was standing by the window, glancing downstairs from time to time.

Since they are talking about literature, Song Zheng and Yan Zisheng started from why the word is called "poetry", and has always talked about "literature carries the Tao", "articles are written for the time, and songs and poems are written for things". Talking like this, the two actually felt more speculative the more they talked. Yan Zisheng has read a lot of books such as the subset of classics and history, even the original Song nerd who has been studying hard for ten years is slightly inferior. Although Song Zheng is slightly inferior in reading, his views are extremely novel, which makes Yan Zisheng admire. The middle-aged scribe Zhang Zong also interjected from time to time, and he was also a man who read poetry and books, and some of his views were also applied to the world, which seemed very old-fashioned.

The two chatted speculatively, but Yan Zise became more and more impatient, and his mouth pursed out. Half an hour later, she couldn't bear it anymore and stood up, "Song Xiaolang, do you still want me?" (Give one if you have flowers)