There are no impermeable walls in the world.

The walls of the government compound are like a honeycomb.

Before Zhou Dagu walked out of the mansion compound, the news that he could no longer write poems had already spread half of Qingxue Mansion.

In this world, gossip spreads faster than Zhenguo's poems.

Zhou Dagu pretended to be injured and staggered when he walked, but in fact, this medicine had no effect on his body.

However, Zhou Langjun is not a stingy person, he generously thinks that if the villain wants to be happy, then he must be happy enough!

Zhou Dagu walked by, and countless gossips came from behind him.

"What's wrong with Zhou Mingzhou, I meet amiably on weekdays, I took the initiative to greet him today, but he ignored him, is it because he can't afford me to wait?"

"Fart, he doesn't look down on us, and we won't look down on him in the future!"

"Don't dare to talk nonsense, that's Zhou Langjun, who wrote the poems of Zhenguo, my children all said that they would invite his immortal tablet at home in the future, so as to have a poetic talent!"

The bearded butcher piled up with a face: "Later? In the future, I won't need it, it's better to touch his poetry talent, it's better to touch mine! ”

"You don't know! This is hot news that a distant cousin of mine brought from the government! The bearded man closed his voice and left a suspense.

All eyes were on him.

The bearded man spoke: "Zhou Dagu won't be able to write poems in the future!" ”

The crowd was noisy, and the people looked at each other with suspicion in their eyes.

"How is it possible, you are talking nonsense!"

"That's right! Zhou Dagu only wrote a poem about Zhenguo a few days ago, and the boat was full of dreams and the galaxy, which moved my young lady to cry, how could he not write poetry! ”

"That's it, although I don't understand Confucianism and Taoism, I've still seen scholars, don't treat us as uninformed hillbillies!"

The old butcher smiled, he liked the feeling of being surrounded in the middle of the crowd, and he deliberately showed off and stretched out his hand.

The man who sold wine understood what he meant, and immediately sent a glass of good wine: "Tell me, tell me, what's wrong with Zhou Mingzhou?" ”

"You guy also seems to have an eyesight, and they all say that he can't write poetry, why is he still called Zhou Mingzhou! Anyone deserves this name? ”

The butcher drank all the wine in the bowl in one gulp, the farmer's wine was brewed by himself, the degree was not high, and he drank it in the stomach in summer, and his body was cool, and his pores were opened.

"Zhou Dagu made a bet with Lu Tongju......!" The butcher vividly tells the story that happened in the small courtyard of the general judgment.

As the sun set, he burped: "Got it! Da Gu can't write poems this week, and he will definitely not be able to pass if he tries to do it, and he will have to go back to Cai County to be a stinky military household when the time comes! ”

The man who sold wine shook his head: "That's not, even if you can't pass the exam now, ten years later!" ”

"I believe that Zhou Langjun is a poet, and he will definitely be able to free himself from the influence of that elixir in the future!"

The princess who sold tea sighed: "If you want me to say, it's all because of his temperament." ”

"Young people can't help but be excited, you look at Wang Da, who sells cooking cakes, his wife has run away, and he hasn't seen him say anything, and he doesn't want to die or live, people must have this mentality when they live!"

Wang Da stood up and carried the flat burden: "Why are you talking about this, Mother Wang!" ”

"You, you don't want to say anything, what do you want to do? You're out of business? ”

Wang Da turned around with a flat shoulder on his back and shouted with a smile: "It's not for sale!" I'll go to Zhou Mingzhou's house to have a look! ”

The butcher laughed: "Do you know Zhou Dagu, you just go and have a look?" ”

"Who doesn't know Zhou Langjun!"

The man who sold wine also pointed at Wang Da and smiled: "You know Zhou Langjun, but do people know you?" No matter what, people are also high-ranking talents, and countless friends around him help him! ”

"What's the matter with you!"

Wang Da lowered his head, and in the scorching sun, the sweat on his face did not stop.

"A few days ago, I received the favor of Zhou Langjun, if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have come back the three taels of silver, this is the money I have saved for three or four years!"

"Although he doesn't know us well, but now that he has an accident, let's not go to see it, I always feel sorry in my heart!"

"I think it's a love to come forward and ask!"

Wang Da walked away with the picker on his back, and went farther and farther away from this group of people.

Wang Po lowered her head and slapped her face: "It's the old woman, I said it wrong, Wang Da and we are indeed not all the way!" ”

"You guys do your business well, let's close the stall earlier today!"

"A few days ago, the good son-in-law from the countryside brought us two hares, and we also received the favor of Zhou Langjun."

"The old lady is old, and we don't like to eat any mountain delicacies, so I will give it to Zhou Langjun's family, Wang Da is right, to receive favors is to pay back."

"No matter whether he can write poems or not, he has helped us, and he is a good person who takes our dawn people to heart, and we have to pay it back if we accept it!"

The people in the countryside do not have the great insight of the Wensheng Demon Emperor, but they owe people favors and remember the truth of repayment, but they understand.

The princess departed, carrying two hares and half a piece of cloth.

The people who laughed at Zhou Dagu for not being able to write poems were suddenly stunned and couldn't laugh, and even the butcher broke his clothes and stood up: "It's boring, it's really boring to talk to you!" ”

"Go back!"

He made his way through the crowd and came to the back of the alley.

Seeing a middle-aged man wearing a servant's suit standing in the alley, the butcher stepped forward with a smiling face and rubbing his hands: "Zhang Maye, why haven't you left yet?" It's our pork, I'll cut one for you, and you can take it. ”

Zhang Mazi raised his head and looked down at him, full of disdain: "We are now a noble man on an errand in the Tongju Mansion, who cares about your cheap meat?" ”

"I understand, don't worry, the news has been released!" The butcher had a smile on his face.

At dawn today, when he watched Zhou Dagu walk past the door of his butcher shop, he had already heard the news that Zhou Dagu could not write poems.

"Just spread the word! I will help you with good words in front of the housekeeper, and if there is any good thing in the Tongju Mansion in the future, I will think of you! ”

The butcher bowed his head, not at all in front of everyone at the entrance of the vegetable market, and looked majestic: "Thank you so much, Zhang Maye!" ”

"You carry the meat, I know you like to eat pork ribs, and the lean meat on it has not been scraped, so I will keep it for you!"

There is oil and water in the general judgment house, and it is not the turn of an inferior servant like him, he just came out to spread the word, and he is majestic in front of the ordinary people.

When I returned to the Tongju Mansion, I had to keep my head down wherever I went.

This world is a huge world of grandsons, everyone is taking turns to be grandsons, beggars are the same, and the emperor is the same!

The butcher watched Zhang Mazi go away, and couldn't help but spit at the mouth: "Phew! What the hell! ”

He kicked the wooden bench next to him, sat down with his ass, and watched the scorching sun in the distance, the sun falling, and his children running in the yard!

The butcher looked at the direction of Zhou Da's Gu family for a long time, wanted to stand up, and stopped.

He looked back at the two children, and then at the location of Zhou Dagu's house.

"Smack!" He slapped him in the face, and the butcher picked up the meat hanging in the doorway.

In the courtyard, the butcher wife who was washing clothes saw it, stood up in distress and shouted: "What are you crazy about!" ”

A sentence that woke up the butcher.

He looked at his wife and the child, and shouted, "Fart!" ”

"Cook!"