Time quickly moved to the afternoon. It was noisy all morning, and after noon, the tavern gradually became deserted.
Dongfang Shiming took a nap in the guest room upstairs, then got up and wanted to go out for a walk. In addition to seeing if there are any new harvests, I also want to pay attention to how the collapsed city wall over there is being repaired.
Thinking this, Dongfang Shiming slowly walked out of the tavern.
Stepping out of the threshold of the tavern, facing the rather dazzling sunshine, he walked towards the west of the city with his hands behind his back.
There were not many pedestrians on the streets in the afternoon, and even the dust on the paved stone road looked extremely lazy. The sunshine pours down like gold on the wide street ground, flowing to the other end of the long street.
Along the way, there were not many pedestrians on the street, so there was basically no usable information. Dongfang Shiming was not in a hurry. He went around the bends a few times and came to the collapse of the city wall.
On this afternoon, there were still many hired workers working there.
The city wall was severely damaged due to Jiuche Xiaoying's riot, and almost had to be rebuilt from the base of the city wall. Dozens of hired workers were busy coming and going not far away, and there was also a contractor-like commander on site, wearing the same mud-stained clothes and constantly giving instructions loudly.
The work was done in full swing. Dongfang Shiming remembered that they started repairing the city wall yesterday. The progress in front of them can be said to be not too slow. Fortunately, it is not the rainy season yet, otherwise if the work is delayed by then, the repair work will be more difficult to implement.
Not too far away from him, there were some ordinary people standing around watching.
The one closest to him was a scholar who looked like he was on his way, dressed as a scholar and carrying a cage on his back. He was watching the hired workers repairing the work with great interest.
Dongfang Shiming noticed him, and couldn't help but think of the deeds of the "evil-eating scholar" that had been widely circulated these days.
"... Why is it so hard to build a city? Millions of conquerors shed tears like rain. They work hard every year and are exhausted, but they still add dirt to the city with tears in their eyes."
Suddenly, the scholar slowly opened his mouth and chanted.
Dongfang Shiming was stunned for a moment, and then felt a little interesting. He stood aside and watched Zhucheng quietly, but in fact, he secretly paid attention to the scholar.
Sure enough, after a while, the scholar continued to recite: "... every guard woman looked for her husband to return, but she didn't know he was dead on the Great Wall. The Great Wall looked whiter than snow, and the reason was half the husband's bones."
After saying that, the scholar said "tsk tsk" twice in sorrow, just like a scribe who cared about the people like a son and cared about the common people, very narcissistic.
Dongfang Shiming couldn't help it anymore, took two steps forward, and reminded behind the scholar: "...this dear friend, they are all hired by the city lord with money. They are not in poverty, nor are they miserable, so there is no need to lament like this. "
The scholar was immersed in his own world. When Dongfang Shiming suddenly spoke from behind, he was severely startled.
He turned around hastily, waited for about ten seconds, then stroked his chest and took a few breaths: "Don't scare people from behind, it's not polite."
Dongfang Shiming just said a few words, but he didn't expect to frighten the scholar into such a coward. He felt a little sorry, so he bowed to him and apologized: "My dear friend, I'm really sorry. But I just heard my dear friend sing. Poetry has a built-in feeling of disapproval, I can’t help but have no intention of offending, dear friend, please don’t take offense.”
The scholar listened to him very well. After taking a closer look at him, he nodded hesitantly.
He suddenly thought of what Dongfang Shiming had just said, and asked: "Then... why do you feel so dissatisfied?"
Dongfang Shiming smiled and repeated what he said at the beginning. At the end, he said: "The hardships of labor are indeed described by literati all over the world. However, the poem was written at the right time. My dear friend, reciting this poem at this time seems to be somewhat inappropriate."
The scholar was thoughtful and seemed to be greatly inspired by Dongfang Shiming's words.
Dongfang Shiming was just a whim. He had read countless poems and articles, and he had a lot of ink in his mind. Although it was not appropriate to talk about poetry with a scholar here at this time, he could basically conclude that this scholar was not the scholar who was rumored to eliminate evil.
Just as he was thinking this, Dongfang Shiming was about to turn around and leave, but was suddenly grabbed by the corner of his clothes by the scholar behind him.
Dongfang Shiming turned his head again to see what was wrong with the scholar. But as soon as his eyes came into contact with the scholar's face, he was shocked by the extremely excited smile.
"You..." Dongfang Shiming tried to speak.
"Brother Yu, please bow to me!"
Before Dongfang Shiming could ask, the scholar bowed deeply to him with excitement on his face and muttered something, as if he regarded him as a confidant or confidant.
"No, no, why is it like this." Dongfang Shiming was stunned for two seconds and quickly helped him up. The main reason was that he didn't want to be embarrassed here. "I'm just expressing my own opinion. My reasoning is shallow and not wise. I don't dare to accept it." Best regards, my dear friend."
"My dear brother, why should you be so humble when you think so!" The scholar thanked him and lamented to him, with a hint of self-pity: "Yes, articles are written at the right time, and articles are written at the right time. Alas, if only foolish brother could have done it earlier If Yue hears these words from my good brother, I’m afraid I won’t be sent back home with the wine sacrifice.”
"Sacrifice wine?" Dongfang Shiming was a little confused.
"Yes, alas." The scholar sighed twice more, and suddenly raised his head again, the melancholy on his face was wiped away, "Forget it, I am a man who is shy and endures humiliation, so I don't care about the troubles. I just focus on talking. , I haven’t introduced myself yet.”
He patted his chest and said solemnly to Dongfang Shiming: "Brother Yu's surname is Jia, and his only name is the word Qian. He studied under Qingya Academy and was granted the title of Lujun surname."
Dongfang Shiming also briefly reported his origins, but deliberately obscured the important points and only said that he was a wandering idler. Jia Qian was not puzzled, and discussed poetry and poetry with Dongfang Shiming with great interest, speaking eloquently and eloquently.
After waiting for a while, Dongfang Shiming had no intention of continuing the discussion with Jia Qian, and the sun was gradually setting, so he thought of a way to say goodbye to Jia Qian.
"...Brother Jia, I have other things to do, so I'm afraid I have to say goodbye here. I'm very honored to be with you today."
After Jia Qian finished speaking, Dongfang Shiming took the opportunity to quickly cup his hands towards Jia Qian and sighed with regret.
Originally, he planned to leave, but unexpectedly, this Jia Qian was extremely enthusiastic, and the conversation happened to get intense. He didn't want to be separated from his close friend just like that.
He also said with great sincerity: "If something happens to me, my dear brother, I can accompany you. Where are you going? What do you want? If there is trouble, Brother Fool may be able to do a little bit."
Dongfang Shiming smiled bitterly in his heart, thinking that he really couldn't help much. This time, he really had a piece of dog skin plaster stuck on him.
