Song Yifei, who had been running around all night, was about to think while eating, he didn't go to the big restaurant in the center of the city to eat, but found a wonton stall selling along the street and sat down.

"Guest officer, how many wontons do you want?" the old man who sold wontons asked with a smile as he lifted the lid of the steaming pot.

The wontons are all freshly packed, two for a penny, pure meat, and each one is the size of a quail egg.

"Thirty first! Help me put more chopped green onions and sesame oil!"

Song Yifei is a person who practices martial arts, and his appetite is not comparable to ordinary people. If it weren't for the fear of scaring the shopkeeper, he would have eaten fifty.

"Wait a minute, the guest officer will be fine right away!"

The old man of the shop, who rarely took over a big business, smiled happily, wrapped thirty wontons with a quick movement, and threw them into the boiling pot.

"Is there any chili?"

"Yes!"

Drinking hot soup and eating wontons, Song Yifei's exhaustion from running around all night was slightly relieved.

"Shopkeeper, do you know where to recruit long-term workers?"

After eating the wontons, Song Yifei took out half a tael of silver from his arms and handed it to the old man in the store.

Taocheng is likely to enter a state of large-scale manhunt, and Song Yifei wants to find a job, cover up his identity, and wait for the turmoil to pass.

The old man weighed the silver first, found the extra money to Song Yifei, and then said while packing up his things: "Can the guest officer take the guide?"

Luqi is similar to a modern passport, except that it is used from city to city. The Wudang tokens and documents on Song Yifei's body have similar effects.

"I lost it a few days ago, and I haven't reissued it yet!"

Song Yifei lied.

He didn't know how much information Ma Zhao, the dead fat man, had told the Demon Gate about him, so in order to avoid being traced, it was better not to use the real information.

"Without a guide, I'm afraid it's a little troublesome!"

The old man packed up his things, shook his head, and said: "The shops on Zhou Street will definitely not dare to ask for them without a road guide! If the guest officer really wants to find a helper, he should go to the north of the city to try his luck! There are often big families recruiting workers, and they are more lenient in this regard!"

"Thank you!"

Song Yifei got up and bowed his hand, thanked him, asked for the direction and rushed to the north of the city.

The old man packed up his things and continued to carry his burden and sell along the street.

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Cheng

"Recruit a family, two taels a month!

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"Gardener, five taels a month!

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"Guy, the monthly money is four taels!

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"Mafu, eight taels a month!

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After arriving in the north of the city, Song Yifei can be regarded as having gained a lot of knowledge. Large households, like small factories, basically set up recruitment points at the back door.

If it weren't for wearing ancient costumes, Song Yifei would really have a feeling of returning to Dongguan.

After walking around the entire north of the city, Song Yifei did not find a suitable job.

He just wanted to find an identity and cover up his whereabouts, but he didn't want to really serve people. is saying that these positions have a low status, and if they are really investigated, they will not play much role.

Just when Song Yifei was thinking about whether to find a place to hide for two days, people looking for jobs like him on the street suddenly converged to a place.

"Brother, what are you going to do?"

Song Yifei stretched out his hand to grab a young man dressed as a scholar and asked politely.

"Don't you know? Miss Lu has a question again! As long as you answer it, not only will you be rewarded, but you will also be able to go to the Lu family as a guest and have the opportunity to be a son-in-law! Hurry up, it's too late to go!"

After saying that, the scholar hurried over.

"I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen in the world, let's go over and make up for the heat!"

Song Yifei was curious, and also ran over.

At the door of a mansion where Lu Mansion is written, a notice board is pasted with a piece of high-quality white rice paper, on which is written a big character of dragon flying and phoenix dancing - "spring".

Two sharp-eyed, middle-spirited family members stood aside.

Next to the family, there is also a table with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and a handsome maid in green standing next to her.

"Today, my young lady wants a poem with the theme of spring! As long as it is in line with my young lady's heart, she will be rewarded with five taels of silver! If there is a very good person, my young lady is willing to worship him as a master, and hire him as the west seat of the Lu Mansion, with twenty taels of silver per month!"

As soon as the maid finished announcing, a burst of exclamations erupted from the surroundings.

Twenty taels of silver is definitely a high-end gold collar in this era.

The most important thing is that the Lu family is the top family in Taocheng, and with this level of resume, whether it is to be an official in the future, or to write a book or a biography, or even to simply teach, it will be of great help.

It's like going to the world's top 500 to work once in a previous life, and when you go to other places, others will look up to you.

"Use spring to make poems, this is too simple, I'll come!"

A young man with a vegetable face, dark circles under his eyes, and a coarse cloth coat squeezed through the crowd to the desk, picked up a brush and wrote a poem.

"Nice scenery in spring, go out and take a shower. After washing, I found that the clothes had been taken away!

The maid picked up the verse, and couldn't help laughing as she read it, and the people around her who listened to it also laughed back and forth.

"This kind of limerick made by a child, dare to take it out, get out of the way!"

The maid clutched the papyrus with the verses in a ball and threw it into the trash can beside her.

has been with the young lady who loves poetry and books for a long time, and she has also been a little edified, and the basic good and bad can still be distinguished.

This is also the reason why their young lady let her stay outside.

The fake scholar was so embarrassed that his face was flushed, and he slipped into the crowd.

"I'm coming!"

Another young man who thought he was full of talent squeezed through the crowd and picked up a pen and paper to write.

"There are no clouds in the spring, and the heart is looking for fragrant grass. There are 3,000 families in Taocheng, and only the Lu family in the north of the city is good!"

The verses are mediocre, but the sycophants are very good.

As soon as the people around heard it, they thought that this guy had a play. A few other scholars who were about to move couldn't help but bow their heads and wonder, whether they should also pat themselves on the back.

The maid picked it up and looked at it, nodded, handed the paper with the poems written on it to the family next to her, and sent it into the Lu Mansion from the small door.

Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are the basic homework of scholars, as long as they have read books for a few years, it is not too difficult to make a decent poem.

The difficult thing is that many people have no self-knowledge, and after reading two books, they think that they are rich and rich.

One bottle is not satisfied, and half a bottle is dangling everywhere.

There is no nine-year compulsory education in this world, and after attending a private school for enlightenment, learning is usually self-taught or casual learning.

This creates two extremes, the good ones can write the articles in a colorful way, and the bad ones can write the articles in a bullshit.

"If you can become a teacher in Lu Mansion, it will be a good cover-up!"

As the grandson of the former Ministry of Rites Shangshu and the nephew of the Guozi Priest Wine, Song Yifei is still a little confident in his knowledge.

He was about to squeeze through the crowd and try to write a poem when the crowd suddenly parted and there was an exclamation.

"The great talent of Jingyue Academy is here!!"

"Taocheng's four great talents, Lu Jiuming, how could he come here?"

"Naturally, it's for Miss Lu's family! I've seen him come here a few times ago!"

"Talented and beautiful, maybe you can achieve a good story!"

Most of the onlookers came to join in the fun, and when they saw well-known figures, they naturally gave way.

Lu Jiuming was wearing a round-necked Confucian shirt, a shawl with his hair tied up, a handsome face, looking in his early twenties, holding a folding fan in his hand, swaying slowly, and having a graceful demeanor.

Before the people arrived, a strong fragrant wind had already hit the face.

"The person looks good, but it's too sassy!"

Song Yifei rubbed his nose and stopped in the crowd for a while.

Behind Lu Jiuming, there were three scholars dressed similarly, who seemed to be his companions.

When the four of them arrived in front of the maid, they also bowed their hands politely.

"Xiaosheng is not talented, and I also want to dedicate a poem, please Miss Lu to evaluate!"

"Lu Gongzi, please!"

The name of the person, the shadow of the tree, hearing the name of Lu Jiuming, the maid at the table, the tone was also polite.

"In my dream, I don't know that the winter snow is gone, and the rain falls before I realize that summer is coming. From the memory of the autumn leaves falling all over the sky, I don't know the spring breeze pretty beauty!"

A poem written in spring, summer, autumn and winter is not superb, but it is very innovative.

This is Song Yifei's evaluation.

"Good poems, good poems!

"Brother Deer sings a good poem! Admire! Admire!"

"He is worthy of being a genius of the Pure Moon Academy!"

"The four great talents of Taocheng!

"It seems that today's number one is none other than Lu Jiuming!"

Hearing Lu Jiuming's poem, the people around him applauded, and the sycophants were like a tide. Especially the three scholars who followed Lu Jiuming over, they were even more boastful and boastful.

Hearing the praise around him, Lu Jiuming smiled, like a spring breeze.

"Trouble girl, send it to Miss Lu!"

"Wait a minute!"

The maid carefully took the note and asked the family to send it in quickly.

"Brother Deer won the jackpot! Let's just make a green leaf!"

The three scholars also wrote one each, although it was not as good as Lu Jiuming, but it was much better than others.

Jingyue Academy, named Academy, is actually taught in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, archery, horseback riding and archery, and Wen Taowu Luo. It's not so much a college as a high-end club, and people who are not rich and idle will not go to the academy.

Since Lu Jiuming and the four of them were born in Jingyue Academy, it is obvious that their families are not short of money, and it is impossible for them to serve as the west seat of the Lu Mansion, and they write poems just to gain their hearts.

Legend has it that Miss Lu is not only proficient in poetry and songs, but also talented and undefeating men, but also looks like a fairy, sinking fish and geese.

If you can capture the heart, you can also take it to the academy and make it a capital to brag about.

For this purpose, Lu Jiuming also prepared carefully for a few days.

After capturing the heart, will you get married?

Don't be funny! He likes!

In modern times, Lu Jiuming is a standard scumbag, and in ancient times, he was an amorous talent.

The ending of the talented and beautiful women in ancient times is usually, the talented man finds a new love, and the beautiful woman sheds tears alone.

Most people have heard the poems of Lu Jiuming and the four of them, and they think that they can't compare, so they put out their plans to step forward, only a few people are not convinced, and they have written a few limerick poems that are not brilliant.

"Let's let me go, I'll write a song too!"

Song Yifei squeezed through the crowd, walked to the table, and picked up a pen to write.

"Where did you come from? You can also write poetry?"

"Young people's business! What are you doing here as a middle-aged man?"

When everyone saw Song Yifei's appearance, they couldn't help but show surprise.

Who says middle-aged people can't fall in love with little girls?

Labor and management almost took a Lori as a wife!