Dr. Mi waited left and right, and when the crowd outside became quieter, the three buns were almost digested, and Lu An had not come back, and if he didn't leave, the city gate would be closed, so he had to leave. Alas, this in-law is really unreliable, and before the family affairs are decided, they run away without seeing anyone.

However, for the sake of the son-in-law, he still endured it, and it must not be bad to be able to give birth to such a promising son. Dr. Mi looked at Lu An and saw that he was neatly dressed, very different from the diners outside.

In Dr. Mi's eyes, there is only a distinction between neatness and pickleness, and there is no difference in status, except for the emperor, who is hindered by the courtesy of the monarch and ministers, and cannot look at it squarely, and the powerful courtiers and pawns are no exception. As soon as he saw that Lu Wei was refreshing and refreshing, and Lu An was cleaner than others, he immediately proposed, regardless of the disparity in social status between the two parties.

"Virtuous son-in-law, Avi, the old man left a letter, and when Lingzun comes back, you will give it to Lingzun." Dr. Mi walked to the door, stood again, and said to Lu Wei, who was sending him farewell.

The literati and their companions were willing to give up the seat they had so hard to get in line, give up the opportunity to eat, and stand guard at the door in order to ask for a painting of calligraphy. It is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to block the rice flint of one of the four masters of calligraphy and painting in the restaurant (the world generally calls his number, not his name), how can you let it go?

The literati borrowed the bathroom of the cow building, and spent a lot of money to buy a set of cloth clothes from the fat man, and tried their best to dress themselves up refreshingly.

As soon as a few people saw Dr. Mi coming out, they ran over with their waists bent over, and listened to Lu Weidao: "Dr. Mi doesn't know, my father is illiterate, and he can't read if you keep a book." ”

Several people stumbled one by one and almost fell to the ground. This is the calligraphy and painting of everyone's ink treasure, you just pushed it off? Your father and son are illiterate, and we will read it to you, as long as you finish reading, you can give us the letter.

"Little boss, the old man will help you read the letter." How can a literati have the slightest literati style? Hurriedly laughed, and at the same time made a look, so that Lu Wei agreed, this is a rare ink treasure, which can be left as a family heirloom for children and grandchildren, of course, you are illiterate, and it is useless to keep it, it is better to send it to the old man.

Dr. Mi glanced at it roughly, and saw that this person's clothes were quite clean, not only did he not oppose evil, but he plucked his beard and jaw quite approvingly: "That's good." ”

Lu Wei looked at Dr. Mi, looked at the literati, and then looked at the doctor, and made sure that this outrageous calligrapher and painter could not recognize the literati who made him so angry that he was about to cry, and in order to wash away the sky-high steamed buns that had been touched by this person, the sky-high steamed buns were washed into a mess. What kind of nerve is this? Doesn't it mean that painters are observant?

How did Lu Wei know that in addition to Dr. Mi's outrageous cleanliness, he was obsessed with calligraphy and painting, and as for people and things that were not within his scope of concern, it was like a passing cloud, and he didn't know what he saw. If it weren't for the fine sand on the literati's head and face, and the fine dust on his body, how would he remember this person, the person who quarreled with him at the door?

The guy presented the four treasures of the study, just to write a letter, he still didn't mind much with ordinary pen and paper, just a letter, not very demanding.

As soon as the letter was waved, the literati's eyes lit up, drooling as he watched him write the letter, and when he signed the letter, the tip of the pen just left the paper, and immediately snatched it and carefully dried it.

Lu Wei rolled his eyes and said, "Guest officer, this is a letter to my father, what are you doing with it?" ”

Although it is just a letter, the layout, structure, and pen are clearly different in Zaizhang, and at first glance, every word seems to come to life. He wrote in small letters, although it is in traditional Chinese, Lu Wei can also understand it.

At this time, Lu Wei still didn't realize the value of this letter, so it was really stupid.

"Hehe, I'll keep it for you, and when Lingzun comes back, I'll read him a letter." The literati laughed dryly, and quickly dried and folded the letter in his arms.

"Bring it." Lu Weidao: "I have a husband, and I will read letters for my father." ”

If you don't have a face, I'm welcome.

The boy is only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he is the son of a wine shop, everyone says that the steamed buns he makes are the most delicious in the world, but what kind of delicious method, the literati have not tasted it, even if they taste it, as a respected literati, they will not take it to heart.

What businessman would dare to speak in front of a respected scholar of letters? With the identity of a young man, this letter, no, this ink treasure, he took it.

The literati glanced at Lu Wei contemptuously, and when Lu Wei was nothing, he walked straight past him.

Did I promise to let you read it? Lu Wei was furious, why did you steal other people's letters, and you were still so arrogant?

Most of the guests are tourists who come to Jinmyeongchi from Tokyo to visit the gate, and these people are in a hurry to go back before the gate is closed, so there is no business at night, and the door is generally closed before dark. At this time, the guests were almost gone, a few guys were busy wiping the lattices of the tables and windows, a few guys were mopping the floor, and two or three guys were sweeping in front of the door. It's a daily homework, and the guys have done it.

Lu Wei said: "Stop him." ”

The men stopped what they were doing, looked at Lu Wei's line of sight, and then dropped the rags, floor wipes, and brooms in their hands, ran over, and stopped in front of the literati and their companions.

The literati didn't expect the guys to surround him, greet his companions, and were about to run, but before he could take a step, he found that the door was closed, and his heart was stunned, is this to close the door and beat the dog?

"You little wine shop, how dare you be so rude?" At this time, we must stand up as a literati and show the prestige of a literati. The literati, who had whispered in front of Dr. Mi, instantly hardened.

Lu Wei put his hands behind his back and circled around the literati twice, until the faces of the literati changed greatly, and the young man couldn't be rough, right? No, those lowly guys copied the guys, this is going to be real.

"I'll count three times, and if I don't take it out, I won't discuss it. One. Lu Wei stood in front of the literati and held out a finger.

The literati was very inward-looking: "I'm a student who went to the exam." ”

He stayed in the capital because he wanted to participate in the Keku, and in a few months, he would leap into the dragon gate and become a protégé of the Son of Heaven who became famous all over the world. snatched Dr. Mi's Mobao, even if the young man sued the county office, it would be in vain.

The county decides that he will not accept his case, and even if he does, it will be a heavy beating of the young man's fifty boards, how can he say that he is not? He is a person who is about to enter the bureaucratic system, and when he meets the officialdom of the county, he will be called the predecessor of the county.

"Hit." Lu Wei didn't talk nonsense to him, opened his thin lips lightly, and spit out a word.

The guys are beggars who have begged in Jinmingchi, they have suffered a lot of blank eyes, and their lives are not settled, it is Lu Wei who takes them in, gives them shelter, three meals a day, and wages every day, so that they can live like individuals. In the hearts of the guys, Lu Wei is a reborn parent, he said to fight, then fight, who is the one who can be beaten?

Sweeps, sticks, and stools rained down on the heads of several literati, and one of the men took a dustpan and smashed it at the literati, and suddenly the dust and mud flew up, and the literati fell on their heads and faces.