"San Lang, the meal is ready."

It's always at this time that Green Bamboo will deliver food.

Wei Jue got up, walked to the wooden table and looked at it, a bowl of porridge with a few side dishes, no different from usual. He sat down and picked up the dishes and chopsticks, the porridge was common, but the side dishes were very delicious, which was all the credit of Aunt Mei. It's always good to eat something light and easy to digest when he's recuperating from an injury, but now that his injury is almost healed, eating these meals again is really less flavorful.

"Luzhu, sit down and eat some with me."

Sitting alone, too lonely, Wei Jue wanted Luzhu to accompany him. In this courtyard, there are only two of them all year round, so although there is a division between master and servant, the two are really sisters and brothers, and they don't pay much attention to it on weekdays.

In the past, green bamboo was also used with him, but today it is different.

"San Lang, I've eaten it."

Wei Jue didn't care at first, but after a while, he heard a few abdominal sounds. When he heard the reputation, he saw that Luzhu lowered his head, as if he was ashamed. It is common sense that hunger in a person's stomach will make a sound, and when he heard this, Wei Jiecai knew that Lu Zhu had not told the truth.

He put down the dishes and chopsticks and asked softly, "Luzhu, what happened, why don't you eat?" ”

Lu Zhu secretly scolded herself in her heart, and after thinking about it, she led Wei Jie to a warehouse.

There were some miscellaneous items in the barn, and Green Bamboo went straight to a clay jar and removed the wooden lid from it. This is a large vat of rice, Wei Jue looked inside, and there was not much rice stored inside. He felt strange, although he was a concubine, but the Wei Mansion was an official eunuch, and he should not be short of food, but now this rice jar is indeed about to bottom out.

He couldn't figure it out, so he had to ask Luzhu.

Luzhu couldn't resist his questioning, and told the truth: "Madame said that San Lang caused trouble outside, so the next month will not be the same as before." ”

Hearing this, Wei Jue understood that this was the helplessness of being under the roof of others.

"San Lang, you don't have to worry, I have discussed with Aunt Mei that I will only eat one meal a day. After this month, the lady will be discouraged, and things will be fine. After Lu Zhu finished speaking, he looked at Wei Jue and said, "San Lang, there is another matter, I don't know whether to say it or not." ”

"You say, it's okay." Wei Jue said slowly, since the incident had happened, he had no room to escape.

"Then I'll say it." Seeing that Wei Jue agreed, Luzhu said again, "Mrs. also said that San Lang has no intention of learning, so you don't have to go to the school in the future, and there will be no more academic qualifications in the future." ”

For a concubine like Wei Jue, studying and gaining fame is the best way out, and Wei Jue thought the same thing in the past. And Luzhu is people around him naturally know all this, and now that she has finished speaking, she has been looking at Wei Jue.

Wei Jue listened, and knew in his heart that the responsibility for the trouble in the school fell on him.

It's just that he can't think about it too much at the moment, and eating is the most important thing right now. If it is really as Luzhu said, he needs to live on the food of the two women's festive meals in the future, it is really in vain to create this creation.

But at the moment, he didn't have a good way for a while, so he had to go back to the room first.

The meal was no longer available, so he sat back down and was silent for a long time.

Seeing him like this, Luzhu persuaded him: "San Lang, your body has not healed yet, so let's eat more." ”

Hearing this, Wei Jue nodded, picked up the dishes and chopsticks blankly, and said, "Okay, I'll eat." ”

He ate the meal one bite at a time, but his heart became more and more uncomfortable.

After eating, Luzhu cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks on the table, and he wanted to help. But Luzhu was unwilling, saying that this was a woman's business, and men couldn't touch it.

Hearing this, he sat down again, thinking, "Let's do what a man should do."

But he didn't know much about this world, so he still had to ask Luzhu: "Luzhu, do you know what other people do for a living?" ”

Luzhu stopped the work in his hand, thought for a while, and said: "Farming, farming, doing work, there will always be a place to eat." ”

Although this was the truth, Wei Jue had to sigh when he heard it.

Then, he asked again: "Then my second brother, if he has no money in his hand, what will he do?" ”

"I don't know the specifics, I want to take some calligraphy, painting and antiques at home, treasured jewelry and the like, and exchange them for some money."

Luzhu had no intention of saying this, but after Wei Jue heard it, he had an idea.

Antiques, he doesn't have it, but his words are okay. No matter what dynasty it is, the ancients always had few words to read, and when he was a lecturer at the university, he didn't write a lot, and he felt that this might come in handy.

Back in his small study, Lu Zhu found the four treasures of the study and placed them on the desk.

Wei Jue held the pen and stood in front of the table, not writing for a long time.

Green bamboo was on the side, helping to grind, watching him ponder, and he didn't speak.

After thinking for a long time, Wei Jue finally moved, and the pen wandered the dragon, and after a while, he left twenty words on the paper.

"Spring is at the end of the world, and the end of the world is oblique. The warbler cries like tears, and it is the highest wet flower. Luzhu read it sentence by sentence, and after reading it, she asked again, "San Lang, did you write this poem?" ”

This was Li Shangyin's [Tianya], Wei Jue thought of his current situation under the fence, and wrote it on a whim. He didn't know whether Li Shangyin existed in this world, and he didn't know if there was this work in this world, so he only said: "No, this is what I read in a book." ”

Luzhu didn't doubt him and nodded.

"Luzhu, do you think my word may be in your eyes?"

Wei Jue said, placing the pen in his hand on the pen stand, looking at the words he had written. His body was already thin, and he had just recovered from an injury, and his wrist was weak, so the momentum of his writing was much weaker. Fortunately, this poem is a sad work, and it is written in this way, which is also in line with the artistic conception.

It's just that he writes regular script, and the books written by everyone in this world are official scripts, so his handwriting loses its smoothness.

Luzhu looked down and felt strange, but she didn't say anything, only said: "San Lang's words are naturally good." ”

"Really?" Wei Jue was overjoyed when he heard this, "Then I want to exchange this word for some money, do you think it's okay?" ”

"I don't know, but since Saburo has a heart, let's give it a try."

Literati have a lot of temperament, and Wei Jue in the past disdained this businessman's business, and Luzhu would not say much, but now that he has mentioned it himself, Luzhu naturally encourages him a lot.

"Green bamboo." Wei Jue called, and when he saw Lu Zhu looking over, he said again, "You go and ask Aunt Mei to make some more food." ”

"San Lang, haven't you eaten enough?" Luzhu asked and said, "Then I'll let Aunt Mei do some more." ”

"It's not for me, it's for you." Wei Jue looked at Luzhu, and said again, "Now, this house is all in charge of you, if you don't eat something, something will happen if you are hungry for a long time, and you won't be like this again in the future." ”

Seeing that what he said was true, Luzhu nodded: "I know, but if that's the case, I'm afraid that the family's rations won't last for a few days." ”

"It's okay, didn't you say it, my words can still be exchanged for some money." Wei Jue looked at Luzhu with a sad face, and said with a smile, "Could it be that this is a trick on me?" ”

"No, no." Luzhu shook his head again and again, "San Lang's words are really good, someone will definitely ask for it." ”

When Wei Jue heard this, he smiled and said, "That's it, let Aunt Mei do some more, don't treat yourself badly in the future." ”

Luzhu nodded lightly and agreed: "Hmm! ”