Chang Mao broke into the goods, of course, he had to let him make some effort, so let him carry the little guy named Guan Jia on his back. From time to time, he turned his head and asked, "Little ghost, how far is it!" ”

Guan Jia pointed forward, "It's not far, it's out of the alley." If you're tired, let me come down and go. ”

Ma Du said: "No, two of you are like this, he can also carry it." ”

"Brother Du'er is true, your small body, I can hook it with one finger."

Guan Jia asked Chang Mao curiously, "Aren't you the servant of this official, this big brother?" How can you call him that. "Along the way, he dressed Chang Mao as a servant, but he obviously didn't have the consciousness of being a servant, and he often leaked his mouth.

"It's a servant, but it's not been a few days since he was a servant, and I'm not used to calling him master."

Guan Jia was obviously a little puzzled, there was such a servant, and he asked Ma Du again: "Are you from Huaiyang, this official?" Listen to you speak with a Huaiyang accent. I'm also from Huaiyang. ”

"Oh, then why did you come to Pingjiang to be a servant?"

"It was my son-in-law who saw me begging on the side of the road when he was playing in Huaiyang, so I took me as a servant and let me have enough to eat."

Ma Du smiled: "He doesn't see you pitiful, but because you are clever, and your name is also taken by your son-in-law." ”

Guan Jia nodded, "Yes, Gongzi said that his personal maid was too stupid and cried at every turn, he didn't like it." When Childe saw that my surname was Guan, he gave me such a name and said that it was ...... It's fun. ”

Ma Du didn't think the name was funny, but he thought that this boy was very playful.

Out of the long narrow alley, I saw a very large mansion, but the face of the door was not an official eunuch's house, and Ma Du was faintly relieved in his heart.

The two words on the plaque at the door immediately attracted Ma Du's attention, and the simple word "Song Mansion" was written with flying swords dancing wildly, chic and horizontal. Madu's calligraphy is not accomplished, but it can also be seen that it is a rare good handwriting.

Zhang Wuliu stepped forward and buckled the door, and immediately came out of a gatehouse, and a large number of people said, "Isn't this Xiao Guanjia?" Didn't you send the money, what's going on? ”

"Brother Wang, I accidentally fell, thanks to these officials who sent me back." Guan Jia was quite protective of the face of Ma Du and several people, and did not tell the truth directly.

Along the way, Ma Du saw that Guan Jia was not abnormal, so he knew that he was fine, and he wanted to give some decoction and silver.

Who knew that the concierge was very enthusiastic, "It turns out that there are guests here, Guan Jia, you take a few to the hall to rest, and I will go to the study to invite the master." The porter ran away without a trace.

Guan Jia got down from Chang Mao, seeing that his appearance was no longer a big deal, he stretched out his hand and said, "Please sit in the hall." Seeing Ma Du's hesitation, he explained: "My lord is extremely hospitable, and he also raised a lot of customers in the early years, but later they were all dismissed, and he devoted himself to reading and learning at home, and rarely interacted with people.

However, if someone comes to the door, they will be warmly welcomed, and if you come, you will leave, and these servants will inevitably be reprimanded. ”

Ma Du has been traveling for a long time, and it is the first time he has encountered such a character, and those who can spend a lot of effort to attract customers are afraid that they all have the intention of doing big things.

But now it is a troubled time, it is a good time to do great things, but he sent the doorman to stay home to read and write, this person is really a wonder.

Ma Du and the others sat in the living room, and soon a maid brought good tea and snacks for them to eat.

A few people were naturally not hungry after eating just now, only Zhang Wuliu, who didn't know how to be hungry, ate Haisai in his mouth, and Ma Du looked at the living room with a tea bowl.

The furnishings in the hall are very ordinary, but there are a lot of words, and the words on the plaque outside the door are written in the same way as the dragon and phoenix, fluent and chic.

"Haha......" Before seeing him, there was a burst of laughter outside the hall, and he saw a burly man in a brocade robe and a beard enter the living room, "I heard that a righteous man is visiting, Song is late, and I invite you Haihan." Hahaha......" laughed and threw his hand towards Ma Du and the others.

All say that the words are like their people, this person is really chic and enthusiastic, Ma Du hurriedly got up and returned the salute, and secretly looked at the other party.

I saw that he was less than forty years old, and although he had a rough beard, his facial features were very handsome and marked.

He is not only tall and burly, but also well-proportioned and beautiful, with broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs, which is considered a golden ratio.

"A few of you are really warm-hearted, and they sent my injured little guy back, and Song thanked me here."

"Mr. Song is mistaken, your little servant was accidentally injured by the servant in the next house, he didn't tell the truth when he protected my face, and I have to apologize."

"Oh, I see, he's sensible. Childe can tell each other honestly, but he still does not lose the style of a gentleman. Don't stand, sit down! ”

The other party did not say that Ma Du was a little lazy, but was more enthusiastic, "I don't know that Gongzi is happy with his name, and listening to Gongzi's accent is not my Gusu people." ”

"In Xiamadu, it is a Gaoyou person."

"Oh, it's Gaoyou, isn't it occupied by Zhu Yuanzhang?" It seems that this person is not ignorant of world affairs, and he cares about current affairs very much.

"That's right, that's why I came to Pingjiang to join my relatives to avoid trouble."

This Song member patted the armrest of the chair, "It's a pity, that Gaoyou was originally the starting place of King Wu, but I didn't expect it to be occupied like this." Of course, the king of Wu he said meant Zhang Shicheng, and looking at his attitude, he knew that Lao Zhang's mass base in Pingjiang was still good.

Ma Du didn't want to talk to him about this issue, so as not to reveal a flaw, so he asked: "Today, Mengyuan is so gracious, and I don't know the name of Mengwai. ”

"Haha......, seeing that I was patronizing and talking, I forgot to introduce myself, the contemptible surname is Song, and the single name is a gram."

"Song Ke?!" Madu couldn't help but be surprised.

Song Ke smiled and said, "Oh, Childe also knows Song's name." ”

Song Lian mentioned this person when he taught them calligraphy, of course, the calligraphy class was for Zhu Biao, Ma Du was just an observer, and his level was only worthy of copying red.

Song Ke was already a well-known calligrapher at this time, and his calligraphy was very distinctive, and it was quite popular in the Jiangnan area, and it was normal for Song Lian to tell Zhu Biao about his characters.

Song Lian also imitated Song Ke's words at that time and explained them to them, but now it seems that Song Lian imitated nothing like it at that time, and when he saw Song Ke's words today, Ma Du didn't recognize them.

It's just that Ma Du never thought that he would meet Song Ke himself in Pingjiang, and Song Ke's rough and arrogant style is very different from the scribe Ma Du imagined.

"Mr. Song's calligraphy is famous all over the world, how can Ma not know it. I didn't expect to meet Mr. here, it's really a blessing in three lives. ”

Song Kexiao asked, "Ma Gongzi is also a scholar, right?" "Of course, a peddler doesn't care about a calligrapher, only a scholar does.

"It's just a few words!" In front of these truly literate people, Ma Du can only barely be regarded as a scholar.

"Ma Gongzi is too modest!" Song Kra walked to a pair of words with Ma Du, "This is Song's new work, what does Ma Gongzi think?" ”

Ma Du's level can barely write a note to Lao Zhu and ask him to evaluate the works of a calligrapher, I really don't know where to start, but it does not prevent him from copying Song Lian's comments again.

Although Song Lian imitated it differently, his comments could be said to be word for word, and when it came to Song Ke's heart, he immediately cited Ma Du as a confidant.

The two were talking happily, but Guan Jia's voice came from behind them, "Childe, they sent me back!" ”

Ma Du looked back and saw Guan Jia follow a handsome man in a white robe into the living room.

It's so high! But why is it so familiar?