"It's serious, it's serious."
Zhao Ping hurriedly helped Li Mubai up.
"Sir, you are a great talent. That's why I made a bet with you. The purpose is to ask you to go to Xiping Village to help me teach students. How dare you treat me like a slave?"
"Please get up quickly."
Peng Yue patted Xu Tianhua on the shoulder and said, "Brother Xu, congratulations."
"Why are you so happy?"
Xu Tianhua said dullly.
"You are going to be famous all over the world and be famous for eternity."
Peng Yue said with envy.
"What's the meaning?"
Xu Tianhua was even more puzzled, "I am the only wine taster of our Dawei Dynasty, and I am still in the seventh grade. I have already become famous all over the world, right?"
"As for lasting fame, who can say for sure."
"As long as it doesn't last forever, I have no regrets."
"this……"
Peng Yue was extremely speechless.
It feels like playing the piano to a cow.
I could only explain patiently: "Brother Xu, think about what Mr. Zhao just did about drinking wine. How do you feel?"
"good, very good."
Xu Tianhua praised: "There are almost no words about wine in the whole article, but every sentence is persuading people to drink. To sublimate it, it is persuading people to buy wine."
“It will definitely take the sales of acacia wine to a new level.”
Forehead!
If it weren't for the fact that this guy might be famous throughout the ages, Peng Yue wouldn't even want to talk to him.
It's hard to talk to such uneducated people.
But he could only continue: "The song About to Enter the Wine will definitely become a famous piece that will be passed down through the ages."
"All of us here today may become famous for that poem, especially you."
"Mr. Zhao also wrote a poem specially for you. I gave it to Xu Tianhua after he got drunk. Although it is not as wonderful as Jiang Jinjiu, it is still a rare masterpiece."
"Your name, Xu Tianhua, will be passed down through the ages along with that poem, and your name will be remembered for generations to come."
"Is there such a good thing?"
Xu Tianhua also said in surprise.
Although he was not a literati, he was an official in the court and spent all day with those miserable literati. He also looked forward to one day becoming immortal.
Hearing Peng Yue's analysis, Xu Tianhua was extremely excited.
I secretly swore in my heart that I would practice calligraphy well when I go back, otherwise I would really be sorry for Zhao Xianjun's praise.
However, he was still a little worried and asked Zhao Ping again, "Mr. Zhao, can I really be remembered forever?"
"It should work."
Zhao Ping said vaguely.
That poem was written by Gao Shi to Zhang Jiuxu.
It is not included in the nine-year compulsory education.
The reason why Zhao Ping knew that poem was because he watched the movie "Chang'an Thirty Thousand Miles".
After returning home, he deliberately looked up Gao Shi's life.
Only then did I know that such a poem existed.
In order to win over Li Mubai, Xu Tianhua could only be advantaged in vain.
Of course, it can be regarded as Zhao Ping's goodwill.
I hope Xu Tianhua can help him earn more money.
"Hahaha, okay, okay."
Xu Tianhua was as excited as a child and said proudly: "Let's go to Baihua Building tonight. You can do whatever you want, and I'll cover all the expenses."
Baihua Tower is the largest goulan in the county.
It's not even much worse than the government-run Jiaofangsi.
To spend money there, each person will need at least one hundred taels of silver.
There were so many people present today, and Xu Tianhua had spent a lot of money.
But Peng Yue scolded: "Nonsense!"
"I am an official of the imperial court, how can I go to a place like that?"
"Taifu Li is a famous scholar. Do you want to ruin his reputation?"
"And Mr. Zhao, he is an immortal king. Aren't you afraid of dirtying him when you go to a place like that?"
Zhao Ping really wanted to say that I am not afraid! .
After traveling for so long, he had always heard about Goulan Washe and Jiaofangsi, but he had never been there.
When planning to make soap, Zhao Ping's first idea was to sell the soap to a brothel.
After all, the mother there is most willing to spend money on her daughter. Anyway, it comes from the man's pocket, and she doesn't feel bad about spending it.
This time when he came to the county town, he also had the idea of going to visit Jiaofangsi or Goulan.
But after Peng Yue said that, he could only endure it.
Let's go back and think of a solution.
"Oh, yes, I forgot such an important thing and almost harmed my husband. I'm really ashamed."
Xu Tianhua patted his forehead, woke up and said, "Then let's go to the restaurant."
"One product of incense."
Yipinxiang is the largest restaurant in the county, and the consumption is also not low. One person can only get five taels of silver.
Naturally, everyone had no objection.
But Li Heran stood up and said: "You go ahead, I won't go."
"Why?"
Xu Tianhua said dullly: "Why do you look so depressed?"
"Why!"
Li Hearan sighed, "You can be famous throughout the ages, but what about my son?"
"He went toe-to-toe with Zhao Xianjun and was defeated."
"If word spreads, it will be infamy for thousands of years!"
As he said this, Li Heran actually cried.
The son will be infamy for thousands of years, and he will also be reviled by future generations.
I have been cautious all my life, even if I don't sit in the position of Taifu, I also want to stay away from those who are intrigues, just to keep my reputation.
But now, it was completely destroyed by his son.
Peng Yue also realized the seriousness of the problem and sighed: "Brother Li, maybe this is life."
"Why!"
Li Heran also sighed.
Li Mubai also thought of the stakes and knelt down in front of Li Heran.
boom! boom! boom!
He kept banging his head until his head bulged and blood flowed out.
But he paid no attention to it.
Instead, he felt ashamed and said, "Father, all this is my son's fault. I'm sorry for you."
"There is no good solution at the moment, the only way is to die."
With that said, Li Mubai got up and rushed into the river.
Damn it!
Zhao Ping was startled.
I have just revived you, and I am still waiting for you to help me teach my students, but you are seeking death.
How can this be done!
He wanted to stop him, but it was too late. He could only yell at Li Hu: "Huzi, hurry up, stop him, don't let him die."
Li Hu didn't understand even more, but he was obedient.
With a flash of his body, he rushed out and caught up with Li Mubai in a few quick steps.
Holding his collar, he lifted him up forcefully.
He was lifted in front of Zhao Ping like a chicken.
"Brother Ping, don't worry. With me here, it will be difficult for him to commit suicide by throwing himself into the river."
"Why?"
Zhao Ping asked with a dark face, "Even if you don't want to be my teacher, we can cancel the bet and there's no need to jump into the river, right?"
"Mr. Zhao, this is none of your business."
Li Mubai cried and said, "I have tarnished my father's name."
What?
Zhao Ping was even more puzzled.
It was obviously a bet between the two of us. If you lose, you will be my teacher.
Moreover, he is a regular teacher, so how come he has tarnished your father's reputation?
Where to start?
Seeing that Zhao Ping still looked confused, Peng Yue took the initiative to explain the reason to him.
this……
Zhao Ping was shocked.
He knew that people in ancient times paid great attention to their reputation, but he didn't expect that it would be so terrifying.
Fame passed down through the ages?
Infamy for eternity?
This is totally a fucking thing.
Just for this unknown thing, Li Mubai was willing to die.
What a pig head.
But if you think about it differently, doesn’t it mean that he is an upright person?
Then the students he brought out would probably not be bad either.
Then we can't let him die.
But the current situation is not easy to break.
You can only use your own specialty - cheating.
No, it’s the skill of persuasion.
Zhao Ping lifted Li Mubai up, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Master Li, you are willing to die in order to preserve your father's reputation. You are really noble and upright, which is admirable."
"But what about after death?"
"Can't Jiangjin wine be passed down to future generations?"
"Will your bet against me not be criticized by future generations?"
"So, death is not the best solution."
"So what's the best solution?"
Li Mubai asked.
The look of death has somewhat faded, and a little more hope has increased.
"Peaches and plums, the next from Seikei."
Zhao Ping said.
Everyone was shocked again.
It feels very charming, but I don't know the true meaning.
Li Mubai asked: "Mr. Zhao, what do you mean by this? Can you help me clear my name?"
"The peach and plum trees are silent, and the peach and plum trees are silent. They cannot speak, but because of their beautiful flowers and delicious fruits, people go to pick them one after another, so they make a path under the trees."
Zhao Ping explained: "As long as you are sincere and sincere, you can naturally inspire people."
"Peaches and plums are all over the world, and spring light is everywhere."
"At that time, who can say anything wrong about you?"
"I'm afraid that when future generations talk about today's events, most of them will praise Mr. Li for being truthful and pragmatic, so that he can make Jiangjin Wine come out."
"Otherwise, that poem would have been buried for who knows how many years."
"I will never even pronounce that line in my life."
Poetry is not Zhao Ping's strong point.
Although there were also recommendations in the Dawei Dynasty, Zhao Ping only wanted to make money and had no intention of being an official, so naturally he didn't pay much attention to poetry.
Except when the time comes, I will copy a few songs.
If he hadn't wanted to recruit Li Mubai into his army today, I'm afraid Zhao Ping would have been able to bury Jiang Jinjiu for the rest of his life.
"Is it really?"
Li Mubai was still a little unsure.
Li Heran said: "Mu Bai, you can follow Mr. Zhao with confidence."
"His talent and learning are unmatched by anyone in the world."
"If you study hard, if you can learn one-tenth or two of my master's skills, you will be able to benefit from them throughout your life."
“As for what future generations will say, let them leave it to them.”
"Right now we are responsible for teaching students and letting them spread all over the world. It is enough to be ourselves."
Li Mubai's eyes also lit up.
I can't control the affairs of future generations.
As Mr. Zhao said, even if you die yourself, can future generations change their views?
Obviously, no.
Just be yourself and be honest.
Continue to study diligently and catch up in Mr. Zhao’s footsteps.
It would be even more perfect if a poem could be made that is comparable to the wine.
With this thought, Li Mubai no longer had the will to die in his eyes, but was full of energy.
Zhao Ping also breathed a sigh of relief.
Yun Man and Lu Xiu were asked to take Zhou An back to Xiping Village to get wine, while he followed Xu Tianhua to Yipinxiang Restaurant.
However, just as he was about to leave, Song Ming grabbed Peng Yue's arm and said, "Peng Yue, you just asked me if frosting sugar can cure diseases. Now I tell you, it can't."
"Frost sugar is a white sugar, but it's still sugar."
“Sugar is not medicine and cannot cure disease.”
After he finished speaking, everyone looked at him with wide eyes and bewildered expressions.
Even found it funny.
Zhao Ping has already cured Li Mubai with frost sugar.
It's been a long time, and you're still saying that frosting sugar can't cure diseases.
Are you afraid you are sick? !
