After eating, Shen Kuo directly said goodbye and left.

Looking at the black ringing on his forehead after washing his face, Xin Xi thought about it and felt the need to invent matches or lighters.

Of course, the system is still being upgraded, so Xin Xi can only think about it.

Turning over the ancient books collected at home, on this day, Xin Xi sat under the tree and read the books for a day.

Not to mention, Zhuzi classics have their own unique charm, as long as you can calm down and watch, you will gradually appreciate the taste.

Looking at Xin Zhen reading with relish, Eve, who was sweating profusely, couldn't help but cast a curious look.

Then Eve was slapped in the face by Thirty-Six...

Time passed little by little, and the day passed slowly under the influence of the fragrance of books.

I woke up early the next morning, ran and planked as usual, and Thirty-six was arranged by Xin Xi to teach Adam and Eve to practice martial arts, and Xin Xi went out alone.

Today is not the first day, people come and go on the street, and the front of the oil wall car is the same as the bus in the future.

On the side of the street, steamers filled with steamed buns slowly steamed.

Squeezed the oil wall car all the way, and after about an hour, it was considered to be Jiuhai Street.

Outside the door of Ouyang Mansion, Xin Xi stepped forward and knocked on the door gently, and Lao Fu quickly welcomed Xin Zhen in.

At this time, Ouyang Xiu's family of three was eating.

Xin Zhen stepped forward with a laugh: "Teacher, I don't know if there is a pair of dishes and chopsticks from the students?" ”

When Ouyang Xiu heard this, not only did he not feel abrupt, but he felt close, and chuckled: "Naturally, there is." ”

As he spoke, Ouyang Xiu looked at the maid standing next to him: "Go and get a pair of chopsticks for Shiyi Lang." ”

"Yes!" The maid said yes and walked quickly towards the kitchen.

Xin Xi stepped forward quickly and bowed his hand: "Xin Zhen has seen the teacher, I have seen the teacher's mother." ”

Turning around, Xin Xi greeted Ouyang Jing with a peer courtesy.

Ouyang Jing immediately stood up: "Uncle Eleven, but it shouldn't be like this, it should be that Uncle Eleven has been seen quietly!" ”

Xin Zhen's face was full of embarrassment, and then he remembered that he had somehow become an elder, but he subconsciously thought that he and Ouyang Jing were the same generation just now.

Ouyang Xiu smiled: "I'm not happy to see Eleven Lang, so the two of you will talk about it separately!" ”

On the side, Ouyang Xiu's wife Xue Shi also laughed: "That's it, it makes Shiyi Lang a lot older, Jing'er, you should talk about it separately!" ”

Ouyang Jing nodded: "Jing'er listens to Weng Weng and Niangniang." (In the Northern Song Dynasty, my grandfather was called Weng Weng, and my grandmother was called Niangniang.) ）

Xin Zhen was speechless, he felt that there was no place for him to speak.

Sitting on the chair in embarrassment, he realized that Ouyang Xiu was actually sitting on the chair to eat!

Noticing Xin Xi's strange appearance, Ouyang Xiu chuckled and said, "Eleven Lang doesn't think it's indecent to sit on a chair to eat?" ”

Xin Zhen shook his head and said, "No, it will be easier to sit on the chair, eating is already a relaxing moment, why bother to kneel again?" Moreover, if the family sits on their knees and eats, they will always look a little raw, and sitting on a chair around the table will add a little bit of fireworks. ”

"Hahaha, fellow travelers!" Ouyang Xiu smiled slightly, but sighed: "My son thinks that eating on a chair is indecent. ”

Nima, I hate the old man the most when he enters the memory mode, and once he recalls, it will be endless.

Sure enough, Ouyang Xiu kept babbling from his youngest son to his eldest son, and then to his protégés Su Dongpo and Zeng Gong.

In the end, he looked at Xin Xi with a smile: "Yesterday afternoon, there was another rumor on the East Street, saying that you have a new work in Shiyi Lang, and it is still the same philosophical poem as always, and read it out and listen to it with us." ”

Eh-Xin Xi was stunned, and finished reading the poem in a hurry.

Ouyang Xiu nodded appreciatively: "When it comes to poetry and songs, the only one who can be compared with Zizhan is you Xin Shiyi." ”

"Teacher's praise!" Putting down the chopsticks, Xin Xi asked, "Teacher, what is the silver money for the shares?" ”

"Hehe, I thought you could gossip with me and not mention this for a day." Ouyang Xiu smiled and spoke.

On the side, Xue said: "I have already contacted Zhou Yan, the head of the household department, and he will come over with the contract in one hour at most." Lao Fu has already asked someone to go to the money bank to withdraw money. ”

"Why is Uncle Eleven in such a hurry?" Ouyang Jing was a little curious.

Xin Zhen was speechless, isn't it another discussion? Why did you become Uncle Eleven again?!

"Just call me Eleven, I'm only seventeen years old this year, only two years older than you." Xin Zhen reminded.

Ouyang Jing's face flushed slightly: "Yes, Eleven Lang!" ”

Xin Xi nodded with satisfaction: "The sooner you start the things that benefit the country and the people, the better!" ”

At that moment, a few people opened up a chatterbox, and you and I chatted word by word.

I have to say that he has the experience of dealing with all kinds of people in his previous life, as long as Xin Xi doesn't make a mistake himself, basically he can get along with anyone friendly.

Time passed slowly, there was a knock on the door, and after a while, Lao Fu led a middle-aged man of about forty years old with a Chinese character face to walk in.

The middle-aged man entered the house, walked forward quickly, and saluted each other with an official salute: "Xiaguan greets Ouyang Xianggong!" ”

"Zhou Shilang, don't be polite." As he spoke, Ouyang Xiu pointed to Xin Xi: "This is Xin Xi Shiyi Lang." ”

Zhou Yan looked up, his restrained gaze fluctuated slightly: "It turns out that this is the Xiyuan Xin Eleven who only has the fragrance of the past?!" ”

"It's all in vain, it's not worth mentioning." Xin Zhen was very humble.

Ouyang Xiu laughed out loud: "Zhou Ziling, your news is too late, yesterday, Xin Yichang was already Xin Shiyi who 'set his heart for heaven and earth', and tomorrow, it is estimated that he will become Xin Shiyi who is 'shallow on paper'!" ”

"Hearts for heaven and earth?"

"It's shallow on paper?!"

Reading these two verses, Zhou Yan's eyes lit up slightly, and he turned his head suddenly, looking at Xin Xi with burning eyes: "Eleven Lang, dare to ask the whole poem?" Can you let Zhou feast his ears?! ”

Xin Xi was so embarrassed that he couldn't do it, and if he continued like this, he felt that his trip to the Northern Song Dynasty could be attributed to 'my journey of bard poetry in the Great Song Dynasty', or 'the first bard of the Northern Song Dynasty'?

With a bitter face, he recited the whole poem of heaven and earth and the shallow feeling on paper.

Zhou Yan was amazed and praised again and again, but Xin Xi was completely immune to this kind of praise.

Signing the contract was just a passing scene, under the witness of Zhou Yan, Ouyang Xiu and Xin Xi signed their names on the share deed respectively, and then, Zhou Yan stamped the seal of the household department, which was considered complete.

After a while, Lao Fu once opened the door, and a man dressed as a servant walked in with a bag.

When the bag was opened, a thick pile of official Jiaozi was exposed.

It feels like a nouveau riche in later generations going out with a box of RMB!

Very shocking!

In addition to being shocked, Xin Xi couldn't help but complain about the Jiaozi system in the Northern Song Dynasty, which was only five and ten.

Watching other people's TV performances, there are silver tickets of 10,000 taels...

When the work was done, Xin Xi took his leave and left, ready to start the establishment of the soap workshop.