There is no airtight wall in the world.
The wall of the government office compound is even more like a honeycomb.
Before Zhou Dagu left the government compound, the news that he could no longer write poetry had already spread to half of Qingxue Mansion.
In this world, the only thing that spreads faster than the poetry of Zhenguo is gossip.
Zhou Dagu pretended to be injured and staggered when he walked. In fact, the medicine had no effect on his body.
However, Zhou Langjun is not a stingy person. He generously believes that if the villain wants to be happy, he must be happy enough!
Zhou Dagu walked by, and there were countless rumors behind him.
"What's wrong with Zhou Mingzhou? He's usually very friendly when we meet him. Today I took the initiative to say hello to him, but he ignored me. Could it be that he doesn't like me anymore?"
"Shit, he doesn't like us. It's better if we don't like him in the future!"
"Don't dare to talk nonsense. That's Mr. Zhou who wrote the poem that conquered the country. My children all said that they would like to have his immortal tablet enshrined at home in the future, so that they can share their poetic talent!"
The bearded butcher had a look of anger on his face: "In the future? There will be no need for it in the future. It would be better to benefit from his poetry talent than mine!"
"You don't know! This is the exciting news that a distant cousin of mine brought from the government office!" The bearded man trailed off in suspense.
Everyone looked at him.
The bearded man said: "Zhou Dagu will no longer be able to write poetry!"
The crowd was noisy, and the people looked at each other with suspicion in their eyes.
"How is that possible? You are talking nonsense!"
"That's right! Zhou Dagu just wrote a poem about subjugating the country a few days ago. The boat was full of clear dreams and the stars were filled with dreams. It moved my young lady to tears. How could he not be able to write a poem!"
"That's right, although I don't understand Confucianism and Taoism, I have still met scholars. Don't treat us as ignorant country bumpkins!"
The old butcher chuckled. He liked the feeling of being surrounded by people. He deliberately showed off and stretched out his hand.
The man selling the wine understood what he meant and immediately gave him a glass of good wine: "Tell me, tell me, what happened to Zhou Mingzhou?"
"You, a man who seems to have a good sense, even say he can't write poetry, why are you still called Zhou Mingzhou! Anyone can be worthy of this name?"
The butcher drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp. The farmer's wine was brewed by himself. The alcohol content was not high. When he drank it in summer, he felt cool and his pores were opened.
"Zhou Dagu made a bet with Lu Tongpan...!" The butcher vividly told the story that happened in Tongpan's courtyard.
As the sun set, he burped: "You understand! Da Gu can't write a poem this week, and he will definitely not pass the imperial examination, and he will have to go back to Cai County to become a bad military household!"
The man selling the liquor shook his head: "That's not true. Even if you can't pass the exam now, what will happen in ten years?"
"I believe Mr. Zhou is talented in poetry. He will definitely be free from the influence of that breaking pill in the future!"
The tea seller Wang Po sighed: "If you ask me, it's all his fault."
"Young people can't help but be excited. Look at Wang Da, who sells cooking cakes. His wife has been run away by others, and I haven't seen him say anything. He doesn't want to live or die. People should have this mentality when they are alive!"
Wang Da stood up and carried the pole: "Why are you talking about this, Mother Wang!"
"You, you, don't let me talk anymore. What do you want to do after I tell you a few words? Are you going to stop doing business?"
Wang Da turned around with a pole on his back and shouted with a smile: "I won't sell it! I'm going to Zhou Mingzhou's house to have a look!"
The butcher laughed: "Do you know Zhou Dagu? Why don't you go and have a look?"
"Who doesn't know Mr. Zhou?"
The man selling wine also pointed at Wang Da and laughed sarcastically: "You know Mr. Zhou, but do they know you? After all, he is also a high-ranking scholar with countless friends around him to help him!"
"What's wrong with you?"
Wang Da lowered his head, sweat on his face in the scorching sun.
"A few days ago, I was favored by Mr. Zhou about the Yang family. If it hadn't been for him, I wouldn't have gotten back my three taels of silver. This is the money I have saved for three or four years!"
"Although he is not familiar with us, now that something has happened to him, I still feel bad if we don't go and see him!"
"I think it's a sign of affection to come forward and ask!"
Wang Da walked away with his bag on his back, getting further and further away from this group of people.
Wang Po lowered her head and slapped her face: "It's the old woman. I made a mistake. Wang Da and we are indeed not from the same group!"
"You guys go about your business well, and we'll close the stall early today!"
"A few days ago, my good son-in-law from the countryside brought us two wild rabbits, and we were also favored by Mr. Zhou."
"The old lady is getting old. We don't like to eat any delicacies from the mountains. So I'll give it to Zhou Langjun's family. Wang Da is right. When you receive a favor from someone, you have to repay it."
"No matter whether he can write poetry or not, he has helped us and is a good person who takes us, the common people of Mingming, into consideration. We have to repay this kindness after we have suffered it!"
The common people in the countryside do not have as much insight as the Literary Saint and the Demon Emperor, but they do understand the principle of remembering to repay a debt of gratitude.
Wang Po left, carrying two wild rabbits and half a piece of cloth.
The people who laughed at Zhou Dagu's inability to write poems were suddenly stunned and couldn't laugh. Even the butcher threw his clothes and stood up: "It's boring. It's really boring to talk to you!"
"gone back!"
He walked through the crowd and came to the back of the alley.
Seeing a middle-aged man in servant uniform standing in the alley, the butcher walked forward with a smile on his face, rubbing his hands together: "Master Zhang, why haven't you left yet? You're hungry for our pork. I'll cut a strip for you right now." , you take it away.”
Zhang Mazi raised his head and looked down at him, full of disdain: "We are now noble people working in Tongxuan Mansion, who cares about your bitch?"
"I understand, don't worry, the news has been released!" The butcher said with a smile on his face.
At dawn today, when he watched Zhou Dagu walking past the door of his butcher shop, he had already heard the news that Zhou Dagu could not write poetry.
"Just spread the word! I will put in a good word for you in front of the housekeeper. If anything good happens to the Tongpan Mansion in the future, I will think of you!"
The butcher lowered his head, not showing any dignity in front of everyone at Caishikou: "Thank you very much, Master Zhang!"
"You carry the meat. I know you like to eat ribs. I haven't shaved off the lean meat on it, so I've left it for you!"
There is a lot of money in Tongpan Mansion, so it is not the turn of a lowly servant like him. He just comes out to spread the word and show his authority in front of the common people.
After returning to Tongpan Mansion, he had to keep his head down wherever he went.
This world is a huge world of grandsons. Everyone is taking turns to be a grandson, beggars and emperors alike!
The butcher watched Zhang Mazi go away and couldn't help but spat: "Bah! What the hell!"
He kicked the wooden stool next to him with his feet, sat down, and looked at the scorching sun in the distance. As the sun set, his children were running in the yard!
The butcher stared in the direction of Zhou Dagu's house for a long time. He wanted to stand up, but then stopped.
He looked back at the two children and then at the location of Zhou Dagu's family.
"Pah!" He slapped his face, and the butcher picked up the meat hanging in front of the door.
In the yard, the butcher's wife who was washing clothes saw her and stood up in distress and shouted: "Master, why are you so crazy!"
A sentence that wakes up the butcher.
He looked at his wife and children, and yelled, "Slap your ass!"
"Cook!"
