"What kind of façade do you want, today we have already publicized it in other ways, and tomorrow there will definitely be so many people that they will break through the threshold......" Wu Zhi was so tired that he didn't want to move, why did he want to take care of this.

"Something else? In any other way? Jin Lian wondered.

"You don't need to know this, you know too much, it's not good for women, it's easy to have wrinkles on your face......" Wu Zhi denied. Just kidding, how can she know that she transferred her to custody in Beicheng, changed back to the chair and made a big deal known to everyone.

"Let's go, don't be lazy, either don't do it, or do it to the extreme!" Jin Lian covered the flour bucket and was very resolute.

"Well, you're right."

Jin Lian succeeded in convincing Wu Zhi. Wu Zhi stood up, pulled Li Zhong together, got off the gangzi, and discussed the matter of the store as he walked.

Suddenly, passing through a small manor, is hidden in the green mountains and green water, one or two miles away from the Tianwangtang, and separated from other farmers, but there is a clean place, it is surrounded by fields, and surrounded by a small pond, it seems to be a solid family.

Wu Zhi asked curiously: "Li Zhong, is there still a rich outsider living here?" ”

Li Zhong smiled: "It's true that you are rich, but you are an iron rooster." Within a radius of ten miles, no one knows his name, but no one calls him a member, everyone calls him an iron doorman. ”

"Iron Doorman?"

"Hmm. There are only two people living in this small manor, father and daughter. The old man was a well-known old man, very learned and prestigious. There is land and land at home, but there is no need for people, but he is a little lonely and often does not interact with people. He had no one else in the house, and he did not hire a servant, and he had only one daughter in his life, but he was extremely strict in his discipline, and like this old man, he never went out of the boudoir, so it is said that no one knows whether he was beautiful or ugly......"

"That's interesting......" Wu Zhi laughed.

"One day, a distinguished guest from the capital made a special trip to visit the old man because he admired his prestige. But after knocking on the door for a long time, waiting from sunrise to sunset, Mo couldn't say anything, and there was no one who even promised. The distinguished guest was helpless, and when he left, he wrote a poem and left it on the door, with two sentences in the middle: "But I know that the Gaoshi tent is the household, and who expects the gentleman to be the door." ’…… Later, the old man went out to see the poems, and he actually felt that the word "iron door" was good, and his surname was iron, so he simply called it "iron doorman"......"

"You say this old man is a veteran and very prestigious?" Wu Zhi had a thought, and also wanted to visit this railroad man, since he is a knowledgeable professor, then he must also be very appealing, he is a Confucian, which is equivalent to modern experts and scholars, just look at how many modern experts and scholars are making waves, oh, no, it is popular, how popular......

Having said that, how many experts and scholars have not been popular throughout the ages?

So he said to Li Zhong:

"You say, if we ask the Iron Gate Daoist to write a shop sign for us, and at the same time, ask him to sit in the store and let him taste our food, then will those who admire the Iron Gate Daoist and can't see it flock to us and step through our threshold......"

"What?" Li Zhong was stunned for a moment, and couldn't keep up with Wu Zhi's head at all: "You want to ask the Tiemen Daoist to write a store sign?" ”

"Yes, what's the problem?"

"Did you listen carefully to what I just said? If I hadn't hit you, you might not even be able to see the face of the Iron Daoist. ”

"Follow, try it."

Do what you think, this is a good man. Wu Zhi immediately strode towards the small manor of the Iron Gate Daoist, he was in front, Li Zhong was behind, and the two abandoned the road and walked into the sheep intestine path.

The small estate is surrounded by a bamboo fence that isolates the house from the outside world. On one side of the courtyard there are shelves planted with flowers and vegetables, and on the other side is a small pavilion with a stone table of eight immortals and chairs made of stone piers.

Although the area of the whole courtyard is not too large, it is quite leisurely and chic.

Wu Zhi opened the fence door, walked in, walked straight to the front of the house, and began to knock politely. After a few knocks, no one answered.

Looking back at Li Zhong, Li Zhong was stupidly happy.

Wu Zhi thought to himself, okay, you Li Zhong, who are you on, you really deserve to be a true brother, and when you see your friends, the happier you are.

Wu Zhi doesn't believe in evil, and knocks again. Still no one answered.

Knock Knock Knock –

Wu Zhi was a little annoyed, he didn't want to be polite, and changed knocking on the door to knocking on the door, and the two doors were babbling and screaming.

"Who?" Finally, the voice of an old man came from the door.

"It's me." Wu Zhile replied loudly. Sure enough, there was a problem with the way I knocked on the door just now, and it seems that in some special cases, knocking on the door has to rely on martial arts, and it is not possible to knock on the door.

It can be seen that if people blindly implement some rigorous and pedantic Taoism, they will not do much good except that they can only bind themselves.

For example, the distinguished guest from the capital in Li Zhong's story, the etiquette was taught, but in the end, he ended up angry, maybe after he went back, he would speak ill of the Iron Gate Daoist everywhere, which would be more and more disrespectful, but it was not as direct and effective as Wu Zhi.

"Who are you?" Listening to the voice, a man in the house walked to the door.

"I am me." Wu straightened up and became stubborn and teased the Iron Doorman.

"If you were me, who would I be?" The Iron Gate Daoist has no good airway.

"You are you, you are called the Iron Doorman."

"And who am I, that is, you?"

"I'm the boss of the Heavenly King Hall, the son-in-law of the Iron Gate Daoist." Wu Zhi said loudly.

Li Zhong was stunned when he listened to the conversation between the two on the side, especially when he heard Wu Zhi's last sentence, he was so shocked that his jaw almost couldn't close, and he waved his hand again and again to signal Wu Zhi not to come nonsense, in case he provoked this Su Ru, the result might not be very good-looking.

But—

I only heard a squeak, the door opened, and an old man who looked like he was forty or fifty years old poked his head out, swept Wu Zhi up and down several times, and said:

"Boy, is it you who spoke out just now?"

"It's me, that's right."

Wu Zhi looked at this iron doorman, and sure enough, he had the style of a scholar, and he was still holding a large book in his hand, without a cover, and he didn't know what he was studying, so he smiled slightly and accepted his words.

"Young man, you are so arrogant! Let me ask you, since you are in a hurry to be my son-in-law, do you dare to call me a father again! ”

Wu Zhi's body shook violently, I'll go, this old Confucian is really not simple! On the contrary, he took advantage of the situation to go to the army! How should this be good?

A modern high-achieving student meets an ancient old Confucian, if he loses, not an opponent, then he still has it!

Isn't it a shame to be thrown into ancient times?

No, never!

Wu Zhi's head quickly turned, and he was bound to break the game.