After coming to Wangjiang from Yuxing Mountain, Yan Xiaohua's attitude towards Duan Wenjun was somewhat wait-and-see.
Although he recognized Duan Daxiong in his heart and understood what Duan Wenjun had done during this period, he still had some doubts about this chosen person.
But when he saw Duan Wenjun busy in the kitchen, he suddenly felt that he seemed to see the shadow of his youth.
This young man is so different.
He does not think that reading is the most important thing, but he is very talented. Even the truly knowledgeable people may not be able to compare with him.
Yan Xiaohua also knew about Wanfeng Pavilion.
Looking at the entire Dashun, if Duan Wenjun said he was second, I am afraid no one would dare to say he was first.
Even Mr. Qin Feng and Qin from the Chinese Academy of Sciences, an old man who even admired Xiaohua, admired Duan Wenjun.
This is not just a friendship that they have had for many years, but a kind of admiration of talent.
After so many years, the young talents of the Chinese Academy have never been so decadent as they were this year, and they were beaten to a pulp by a group of students from the Mo Kingdom.
This is simply a disgrace.
However, after so many years, the talents of Dashun were so enthusiastic for the first time, pushing Dashun's writing style to its peak.
That's just because of one person, their idol, the young man who recited more than a dozen amazing poems in one breath.
Just those dozen poems won the Thirteen Cities of Monan.
Whether Dashun can get it back is one thing, but whether he wins or not is another matter.
At least, for Dashun and the Duan family, this is a peak.
But for such a talented man, he did not take reading as a career, but was proficient in businessman's business, and even smelled of copper all over his body.
On the way back from Yuxing Mountain, Yan Xiaohua sometimes felt a little ashamed of Duan Wenjun's eyes widening at the sight of money.
It must be said that he is an absolute money addict.
But if you think about it carefully, if he is just for profit, with the new things he has created, if he expands rapidly, it will be easy to become rich.
However, he didn't seem to be obsessed with it.
On the contrary, he attaches great importance to the workers who work for him and the farmers who farm the land for him.
Most of the profits have gone to these people who work for him.
This is definitely not a good business approach.
However, Yan Xiaohua couldn't figure out the reason.
The only thing that can be explained to him is what Duan Wenjun once told him, that talents are the primary productive force.
He felt that Duan Wenjun might not be as greedy for money as he seemed on the outside. He was really seeking the welfare of the people of Duanjiabao.
Yan Xiaohua felt that what Duan Wenjun said in the temple before was no longer rhetoric.
He is really thinking and doing.
Although Yan Xiaohua didn't really believe in the things about gods in dreams, and he didn't know why Duan Wenjun understood those truths.
The only explanation may be that he is the truly chosen one.
The chosen one should be different.
Just like the young man in front of me, he can obviously do big things, but he behaves very low-key and does many things himself.
Even if a gentleman is far away from the kitchen, it seems unrealistic for him.
Yan Xiaohua could tell that when Duan Wenjun was cooking, he was not just cooking a dish or a meal, but treating him as a kind of enjoyment.
Especially when the dishes are served, Duan Wenjun will introduce them to them in great detail, and the essence and uniqueness of the dishes are as clear as every family treasure.
Of course, the characteristics Duan Wenjun mentioned were something that Yan Xiaohua had never noticed before.
A person who is so particular about even eating pork must be a very meticulous person.
Yan Xiaohua suddenly felt that she had come to the right place when looking at the river this time.
He looked at Duan Wenjun and smiled, "Now that you are the Duke of Wangjiang County, you can no longer look at this three-acre land of Duanjiabao."
Duan Wenjun was stunned when he heard this, and a bright smile suddenly appeared on his face. "Thank you, senior, for your teaching! I don't dare to deceive senior. When I come back this time, I am really planning to make some big moves in Wangjiang."
After saying that, he looked at Hen Wuchang next to him, "I heard that you have certain connections with bandits from all over the country. I wonder if you can pass a message to me?"
"What are you talking about?" Hen Wuchang was holding a pig's trotter and biting it. When he saw Duan Wenjun asking him, he helped wipe the grease stains around his mouth with his sleeve.
"We Wangjiang need people, a lot of people." Duan Wenjun's smile on his face became even brighter. "If you are from any village in the mountains and villages, if you want to change your ways, or if you want to find a job, you can come. I don't mind that there are too many people." .”
"But there is one thing. I don't care for dishonest people here. I hope they can remember it! If you are willing to come, you must follow my rules! Otherwise..."
When he said this, he paused slightly, but everyone already understood what he meant.
"How do you know if someone is honest or not?" Mrs. Yinhua on the side picked up a piece of husband and wife's lung slices, put it in her mouth and chewed it while saying slowly.
"I don't need to worry about this matter!" Duan Wenjun shook his head, "With Madam's intelligence network and Brother Hater's Shadow Sect, can't we control this matter?"
"I don't think he will let us leave until we are squeezed dry by him this time." Hen Wuchang drank up the Shao Knife in the cup in one gulp and burst into laughter. "Look, Yujianmen's Xiao Qixia, he was the most boring one back then, what will become of him now?"
"Why, you didn't fight enough last time. Do you still want me to teach you a lesson?" Mo Shoucheng, who had been silent, gave Hen Wuchang a hard look and said.
Hate Wuchang was immediately shocked.
A few years ago, he had several deals with Mo Shou, but they always ended in draws.
But he didn't expect that Mo Shoucheng's martial arts would become so good after two years of absence.
Of course, this is also inseparable from the sharp weapon Duan Wenjun gave him.
Every time they fight, Hen Wuchang doesn't dare to meet Mo Shoucheng's ice blade head-on, and it's inevitable that he will fall behind easily...
"Now that you know it and have a plan in mind, I'll leave this group of people to you." Yan Xiaohua stood up, turned her head to the side, and looked at the silent Qiuqiu, "These are all for the younger generations. The world is over, I think, can we finally let go and do what we want to do?"
Qiuqiu smiled faintly when he heard this, "Since you are willing to let go, then I will risk my life to accompany you, how about I go with you?"
The two looked at each other and smiled.
