Mizhou City is much smaller than Qingzhou City, but due to its proximity to the commercial center of Qingzhou, Mizhou City is also very prosperous.

Proud House has a branch here, and Mizhou Daily is also Wu Zhi's industry, but Wu Zhi did not inspect his own industry after coming to Mizhou, but directly inquired about Zhou Tongju's mansion and went there.

It was the morning, and Wu Zhi arrived in time.

The officials of the Song Dynasty had high salaries and good benefits, and Zhou Shou's Mizhou general judge was equivalent to the deputy mayor of Mizhou, so Zhou Shou's mansion was very magnificent.

Dismounted from the horse, leaving his entourage to lead the horse, Wu Zhi took Zhang Long and Zhao Hu to approach the two small men guarding the door.

"As soon as the little brother reported it, he said that Qingzhou Wuzhi was visiting." Zhang Long politely bowed to one of the little guys.

When the little guy heard Wu Zhi's name, he immediately looked at Wu Zhi carefully with wide eyes.

"But the martial arts official of the proud building?" Xiao Xiao confirmed and asked, Wu Zhi's biggest label in the hearts of the people of Shandong is still about the proud building of food.

"Exactly." Wu Zhi was the first to say.

When the little servant heard this, a respectful smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he bowed to Wu Zhi and asked: "My master has explained this morning, the military officials are coming, you don't need to be invited directly into the house, the military officials are invited in!" ”

The little guy turned sideways and asked Wu Zhi to come in, while the other little guy also ran into the house with a happy face to inform Zhou Shou.

Wu Zhi nodded politely to the little servant, and strode into the mansion.

He and Zhou Shou made an appointment to meet today, and Wu Zhi happened to appear at this time, even if the little guy didn't know Wu Zhi, he wouldn't doubt it.

Entering the house, the guards were naturally entertained, Wu Zhi followed the little guy all the way to a side courtyard, the little guy was very polite, and without waiting for Wu Zhi to ask, he explained in advance: "The front is my master's study." "Generally, when you treat people and pick up guests, you have to invite them to the living room to be rude, and it is disrespectful to lead them to the side room.

But for the scholarly family, inviting guests to the study is more expensive than inviting them to the living room, so the little guy was afraid that Wu Zhi would misunderstand, so he explained.

Wu Zhi smiled, it seems that his pen pal Zhou Shou values himself very much!

Before he arrived at the study, he saw a broad figure wearing a round-necked Confucian robe and a black square hat hurrying over.

"The person who came is a big official of Qingzhou Wuzhiwu?"

This person has a long beard and thick eyebrows, is about forty years old, has a slightly fat figure, and has an elegant smile, thinking that it is Zhou Shou.

"This is my master."

After the little guy finished speaking, Wu Zhi also walked forward quickly, bowed and bowed, "It's the contemptible person, meet Mr. Zhou." ”

Wu Zhi is well-known in the literary world, and he has a relationship with Zhou Yanbang in Bianjing as equals, although it stands to reason that he and Zhou Shou should also be commensurate with their peers, but Wu Zhi is called Mr. in order to show respect.

In ancient times, Mr. refers to the term given to the predecessors by the younger generations.

"Hurry up, please!" Zhou Shou stretched out his arms, kindly helped Wu Zhi up, and after looking Wu Zhi up and down, he couldn't help but nod and said: "I have long heard that the martial arts officials in Qingzhou are young and promising, and their bearing is extraordinary!" I didn't expect to be so young when I saw it today, what a good person with a dignified appearance and a warm jade! ”

"Mr. Zhou has won the award, Mr. is elegant and intelligent, and he is well deserved!" Wu Zhi said politely.

"Good, good! Come, please come into the house and talk. ”

"Please."

After all, there had been correspondence before, and Wu Zhi would not feel restrained after seeing Zhou Shouzhen.

Zhou Shou invited Wu Zhi to the study with a smile on his face, and when he arrived in the study, he stood aside silently.

The study is also very elegant, there are all kinds of porcelain vases, there are evergreen green potted plants, there are some calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, and the bookshelves are all kinds of books, and the books are not as neat as some people decorate the façade, the books are a little messy, but it can be seen that they are the result of frequent reading, which adds a strong bookish atmosphere to this study.

This is the study of a diligent and learned person!

Seeing that after Zhou Shou entered the study, he didn't sit down or greet himself, Wu Zhi suddenly looked at him strangely.

And Zhou Shou stood there with his hands down, looking at his nose and nose, and there was no reaction at all.

Wu Zhi smiled curiously, what is this Zhou Scholar going to do?

Looking around the study, Wu Zhi finally understood after a while, only to see that the pen and ink had already been placed on the desk in front of him in the direction of Wu Zhi, and a piece of white paper was also spread.

However, Wu Zhi knew that his calligraphy was okay to bluff young scholars, and it was nothing in front of everyone like Zhou Shou, so it seemed that he definitely didn't want Wu Zhi to give him an inscription.

Since it is not an inscription, and what Wu Zhi can take out is the word, Zhou Shou should have asked Wu Zhi to write a poem now.

"It's not a secret, the words of the military officials are also recited all day long, and I like them very much. Sure enough, Zhou Shou finally spoke. For literati, it is really rare to get the words inscribed by the noun author himself.

It's like Poxian Su Shi's "Water Turning Song" is known as the first wonderful word in the ages, even if Su Shi's handwriting is very poor, then the words he wrote with his own handwriting are more precious than the words inscribed by the world's top calligraphers.

Wu Zhi secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart when he heard this, it turned out that he just wanted to write out the previous words, and before Wu Zhi thought that Zhou Shou wanted him to compose lyrics for the occasion, then Wu Zhi would be exposed.

"Hmm..."

Wu Zhi nodded, his calligraphy is also quite distinctive, and it is not a shame to write it.

Just when Wu Zhi was about to ask Zhou Shou if he wanted "Drunken Flower Yin", "Slow Voice" or "If life is only as first seen", he inadvertently glanced at an ink painting on the wall.

It was a farmhouse composition, an old farmer was sitting on a wicker chair under a willow tree next to the pond not far from his house, shaking a banana fan, and next to a little baby wearing a belly pocket playing with stones on the ground. The old farmer looks up to the sky and holds it, and the fun is endless, and the little baby leans over and grabs it, which is full of fun. The clouds in the sky are blooming, the pond is crystal clear, and a few small herring fish are swimming happily.

Such a vivid painting suddenly made Wu Zhi have a flash of inspiration, of course, at Wu Zhi's level, even if his head flashes with inspiration, he just thinks of other people's famous sentences.

Wu Zhi thought of a poem that he had learned in later generations!

"Those old words are too innocent and moaning, and it means a lot to meet Mr. Zhou today to face Wu, why don't I compose a poem now?" Wu Zhi said a little proudly.

"Oh?" Zhou Shou was shocked, "The martial arts official wants to make a poem?" ”

Poems are not so simple to compose, and the rules are very strict, even after those great poets of the Tang Dynasty wrote poems, they were repeatedly revised before they were proud. Otherwise, Cao Zhi's seven-step poem during the Three Kingdoms period would not have been praised like that.

"Wu Daguan, if there are no good sentences, it will not be used as a poem, just write the previous nouns......"

Writing poetry is difficult and simple, if you don't want to be amazing, any reader can make a poem, Zhou Shou estimated that Wu Zhi was only good at writing words before, there were no famous poems circulating, and now he wrote poems, at most it was at the general level, and he had to scrap a new poem, and naturally there was no value in the authenticity of the old nouns, so he tactfully persuaded Wu Zhi.

"You're watching!"

Wu Zhi waved his hand and strode towards the desk.

One step, two steps, three steps!

Walking to the desk, Wu Zhi held his sleeve with one hand, dipped his pen in ink with the other, and waved it wantonly on the white paper.

Over there, Zhou Shou was no longer calm, and hurriedly approached Wu Zhi, stretched his neck, and read out the words written on the paper by Wu Zhi one by one.

"Half an acre... Fangtang... As soon as it is opened, the sky is bright and cloudy... Wander together! ”

"Ask where the ditch is... Clear as promised? Come to the source of living water! ”

""Feeling of Viewing Paintings" - Wu Zhi's inscription!" Wu Zhi wrote down the last few words before putting down his pen, standing up straight, and looking at this borrowed little poem with satisfaction.

"Mr. Zhou, how is my little poem?"

Turning his head to look at Zhou Shou again, Wu Zhi couldn't help but be startled, only to see Zhou Shou's eyes wide and staring at the poem motionlessly, his face flushed, as if he had been stimulated a lot.