Chapter 44 The Famous County Town

Zhu Zhenguo didn't get up late, but he didn't go out for a run, and a few teenagers first fought in the courtyard, and then waved a short knife, thinking that it would not be convenient to run in this county town in the future, and he would go to buy some stone lock dumbbells and other things to come back. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After a hot sweat and scrubbing, Ouyang Wenfeng came, and Zhu Zhenguo went out to greet him in three steps and two steps.

"Brother Xian, who do you think is coming?" Ouyang Wenfeng smiled playfully.

Zhu Zhenguo looked left and right when he heard this, and saw a young man with clear eyebrows and a sallow face, and he had already recognized it, but he still deliberately looked left and right with a smile.

"You dirt bun, what are you doing looking at the young master like this?" Ouyang Shimeng obviously couldn't get used to seeing others looking at her like this.

"Oh, it turned out to be Brother Ouyang Xian, fortunately, I will be lucky!" Zhu Zhenguo smiled and bowed.

"Who is your Ouyang Xian brother, you dirt bun, you have no education at all, and you have read this sage book in vain." Ouyang Shimeng looked at Zhu Zhenguo's smile, and couldn't feel comfortable in her heart.

"Brother Xian is right, Brother Fool is from a small place, he has never seen the world, forgive me!" Zhu Zhenguo said forgiveness, but there was a smile on his face, where was the meaning of making amends.

Ouyang Shimeng didn't bother to pay attention to it, her head tilted to the side, but Ouyang Wenfeng asked, "Does Zhenguo have something to do today?" ”

Ouyang Wenfeng no longer calls Brother Xian, but calls Zhenguo, but seems closer.

"It's not a big deal, it's just that I'm going to go to the blacksmith shop and make a long knife of refined steel, and the short knife is no longer suitable before." Zhu Zhenguo obviously felt close, and his speech became more direct.

"Okay, I'll go with you." Ouyang Wenfeng just came to play with Zhu Zhenguo, as for what he was going to, it didn't matter.

Tie Niu and several teenagers also followed, Zhu Zhenguo took some silver taels, and a group of people went out.

"How is Zhenguo's martial arts?" Ouyang Wenfeng suddenly seemed to be interested, Zhu Zhenguo had seen it before, but this Zhu Zhenguo had said that he had practiced martial arts for many years, but he didn't know how Zhu Zhenguo's martial arts were.

Tie Niu has been listening to these two young men, but he can't interject, hearing this Ouyang young master ask about martial arts, this straightforward young man immediately answered: "My young master is unparalleled in martial arts, very powerful, when he came to the county town, he was still fighting with people in Baisha." ”

Ouyang Wenfeng heard that he was still fighting with people on the road, where would he not listen to this story, and said: "Tie Niu said to listen to it, how to fight with people." ”

Ouyang Shimeng also unconsciously got closer, and pricked up her ears to listen to the story of this competition.

Tie Niu seems to have his own usefulness, but his storytelling level is too poor: "My young master met the people of the Tiger Head Gang of Fushui Lake in Baisha to grab horses, and fought with the hall master, and stabbed the hall master to death in three rounds. Isn't it amazing? ”

Ouyang Shimeng was shocked when she heard this, this is murder, this soil bun has killed someone, her heart was full of doubts, and she hurriedly said: "You big stupid cow, talking nonsense in broad daylight, where are you fighting, your young master has killed someone and has not been arrested by the government." ”

"Brother Ouyang Xian, this is how things turned out... Zhu Zhenguo can only tell the story by himself and explain the joints and the things in the rivers and lakes.

The brother and sister were terrified when they heard it, and they were also impressed after listening to it, Ouyang Wenfeng said with a sense of justice in his heart: "Since the virtuous brother is fine, then the lake bandit and the salt dealer will be killed, and the eldest husband should be like this." ”

However, Ouyang Shimeng had a different opinion: "Big brother said nonsense, next time this kind of thing must not be risked, the gentleman does not stand under the dangerous wall, this is what the sage said." ”

Ouyang Shimeng just expressed his opinion, but he also revealed his worries about Zhu Zhenguo.

Zhu Zhenguo knew that this matter could not be continued, after all, the brother and sister grew up in a large scholarly family, and they should not talk about the affairs of the rivers and lakes in the future.

Several people traveled all the way, Zhu Zhenguo and Ouyang Wenfeng took the lead, chatting as they walked, but Ouyang Shimeng was half a position behind, and everyone else followed.

After chatting for a long time, Zhu Zhenguo found out that he didn't know how to go to the blacksmith shop, and asked Ouyang Wenfeng, but he didn't know which way the blacksmith shop door was facing.

and ask the passers-by to know the direction. But he has already walked to the scholar's street, which mainly sells things related to readers, such as pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and books. Not far away, I heard someone shouting: "Yesterday, everyone personally ordered Zhu Zhenguo, the first genius of Dajiang County, to make a masterpiece, and only sold for 100 wen." ”

The gimmick is full of gimmicks, looking at a small bookstore, and a small stall is set up at the door, and there are small servants shouting at the door.

"Zhenguo, let's go, go and see, it's you, it's definitely you." Ouyang Wenfeng was obviously very happy when he heard this, and he was even more excited than Zhu Zhenguo.

Zhu Zhenguo nodded and followed, Ouyang Wenfeng arrived earlier, and spent a hundred yuan to buy a booklet, the paper of the booklet was quite rough, even the cutting and binding were extremely rough. Zhu Zhenguo saw Ouyang Wenfeng flipping through the first page, the handwriting was very simple, and even some sizes were different.

Apparently this booklet was hastily printed last night. It should be that in order to make money, this small bookstore processed and printed the work as soon as it got it last night.

"Zhenguo, and my works, last night's poems are all in it, yours is in the end, this bookstore owner still has some ways, last night's work was printed and sold this morning." Ouyang Wenfeng said while flipping.

In fact, this is already a common practice, whether it is a high-level poetry club or this kind of work of everyone's painting boat, someone has recorded it and sold it to this kind of small bookstore, and it can also make a little money. These pamphlets of poems are like modern entertainment magazines. There are also their own collections, just like the ancient "Lanting Collection", which is a poetry collection synthesized by Wang Xizhi drinking wine and writing poems with all his friends, and then Wang Xizhi wrote a preface, but the poetry collection is not popular, but Wang Xizhi's handwritten preface has been passed down through the ages.

Zhu Zhenguo took the booklet handed over by Ouyang Wenfeng, and was about to flip through it, but he heard a few students buying books next to him.

"What kind of person is this Zhu Zhenguo, how did he become the number one talent in Dajiang, this little guy will bluff people."

"That's right, Dajiang has many talents, and there are quite a few talents, but who dares to call it the first, it is also ridiculous and generous to say it."

The little guy interjected: "This is the first thing that everyone said in person last night, and none of the talents present have any objections, I don't believe you can buy a booklet and take a look." ”

"You little guy only cares about buying and selling, where is the credibility of what you say, buy a copy and I'll see." The meaning of the little guy is still to sell the booklet, to say that the cost of materials for this booklet is at most ten or twenty wen, but it sells for a hundred wen, and the profit is really high.

A few people bought a copy and read it together. From time to time, I comment on the poems, but the level is quite high, otherwise I would not print them as pamphlets and sell them.

Zhu Zhenguo looked through the booklet by himself, he only cared about himself and was happy to be in the limelight yesterday, and he really didn't take other people's works seriously, but he really felt that he underestimated the heroes of the world today.

Ouyang Wenfeng listened attentively to the comments of these scholars, and when he talked about his poems, he pricked up his ears to listen, and when others commented and praised them, he was even more happy in his heart.

Some people praised it, and scrutinized the words used, and after a while, they said that this word was better or something, Ouyang Wenfeng also nodded and felt reasonable, after all, it was a temporary work, and after some scrutiny, there was still room for improvement in the words.

"Ahh There are also people who write poems like this.,This Zhu Zhenguo is really talented.。。 Turning to the last two pages of Zhu Zhenguo's last printing, a student shouted.

"This... Let's take a look。。。。。 This. Another student was also surprised.

Several students looked at each other, and they were so surprised that they didn't know what to say, but they just admired, and the last student said: "This Zhu Zhenguo deserves to be the first, deserved. ”

Ouyang Shimeng has not seen the booklet yet, although he has heard his brother recite it, but he has not seriously scrutinized Zhu Zhenguo's poems, seeing Zhu Zhenguo holding the booklet and still slowly flipping through it, and listening to a few Confucian students talking about it, he can't wait to say to Zhu Zhenguo: "You soil bun, have you finished reading it, look so slow, bring it to me." ”

Zhu Zhenguo smiled and closed the booklet and handed it over: "Brother Xian will return it to Brother Yu after reading it, Brother Yu has not finished reading it." ”

Ouyang Shimeng took the booklet and said angrily: "You still need to take a good look at your masterpiece again?" ”

Zhu Zhenguo just smiled when he heard it. Ouyang Shimeng picked up the booklet and flipped directly to the end, looking at Zhu Zhenguo's poems, first looking at "Sandbank": Qiujiang Chuyan Sushazhou shallow water flow.

Reading it positively, reading it backwards, reading it word by word, and then integrating five words, and reading seven words again, my heart is even more novel, and I feel that this poem is really talented. I turned the back and read the song "Nian Nu Jiao", Ouyang Shimeng's youngest daughter has just grown up, and she already has her daughter's mind, Zhu Zhenguo's "Nian Nu Jiao" was written for her daughter's family, which is exactly what Ouyang Shimeng wanted.

"Let's go, if I don't leave, it'll be noon, and my treasure knife hasn't fallen yet." Zhu Zhenguo said beside Ouyang Shimeng, who was obsessed.

"What's the hurry, I haven't read my brother's poems yet." Ouyang Shimeng was disturbed by Zhu Zhenguo, and felt that only the dirt buns were really hateful, and he didn't have a good temperament.

Ouyang Shimeng looked at his brother's work and thought it was good, so he didn't say much, put the booklet in his sleeve pocket, and the group set off again.

Zhu Zhenguo and Ouyang Wenfeng are still at the forefront, Ouyang Shimeng staggered half of his body, thinking about things in his heart as he walked, and looked up at Zhu Zhenguo who was talking and laughing with his brother in front of him from time to time.

To say that this Ouyang Shimeng likes Zhu Zhenguo, it's not enough, at most, the favorability has gradually increased a lot.

On the contrary, Zhu Zhenguo likes this Ouyang Shimeng, even less, a modern person looks at an eleven-year-old girl, that is really a child, this Ouyang Shimeng is at most a little girl with clear eyebrows, but it can't arouse this Zhu Zhenguo's spring heart, I just think this little girl is quite funny, just want to tease.