Cheng Chumo looked solemn,
"Does it really work?" Zhang Yang nodded,
"My teacher taught me a lot of poetry back then. You should try it." Cheng Chumo nodded blankly. There are only two true brothers in Chang'an City, one is Cheng Chumo and the other is Li Tai.
If you don't help them, who can you help them, especially in life-long matters? Cheng Chumo put all the bags containing garbage on a wooden cart, and tied the hemp rope around his shoulders.
"Chu Mo, I'd better help you pull him away. This looks very strange."
"No, just one person from a certain family is enough." As he spoke, Cheng Chumo stepped forward and pulled the car away with a squeak.
Zhang Yang looked confused at this scene. Bu Qu who followed Chu Mo explained: "Knowing how powerful the county lord is, how can we ask others to help with this kind of thing." Zhang Yang nodded,
"I admire Brother Chumo's masculinity." There are things you can help with, and there are things you can't help with, especially those with physical strength. Cheng Chumo has all the strength, but outsiders have to help with such things, which makes him look useless.
The good men raised by the tough folk customs in Guanzhong are admirable after all. After finishing the autumn tax collection, Zhang Yang found that he was free and made a rare meal of dumplings when he returned home.
Xiao Wu and Xu Hui ate with difficulty. They were not like Master, who could take one bite at a time. This dumpling is huge.
I rarely eat dumplings at home, and I heard from my teacher that they can only be eaten on special days. In fact, dumplings are not difficult to make, they just consist of dough and pork.
There are many rules in the teacher's house, and the two girls followed them without asking any questions. Listening to her husband's narration, Li Yue said doubtfully: "That is General Cheng Yaojin's family matter, we can't say more." Zhang Yang sighed: "In the past, Chumo has never asked me for anything." After finishing the dumplings in the bowl, , Li Yue put down the bowl quickly,
"I can give you a few words of advice, but husband, please don't talk too much." Seeing Zhang Yang's solemn expression, the aunt standing aside said, "Cheng Dajun has always been difficult to deal with, and many ministers in the court suffered because of it." Li Yue She smiled and said: "I have never seen anyone who can make my husband suffer." She was very happy, with some provocation in her eyes, and even thought that her husband would definitely suffer in front of General Cheng.
Zhang Yang felt embarrassed when he thought of Cheng Yaojin. Four years ago, after meeting Cheng Yaojin, everything went wrong for ten and a half days.
It seems that the eight characters in fate are in conflict with each other. Zhang Yang finished eating the dumplings in the bowl,
"A man should face difficulties head on." The next morning after court, Zhang Yang returned home to tidy up and brought some salted duck eggs and pickled radishes.
Li Yue asked again: "How about bringing some newly harvested wheat from Lishan Mountain?" There was not much wheat prepared at home, so Zhang Yang waved his hand distressedly,
"There's no need for wheat."
"Well, it's my first time to visit, so it's better to bring something lighter." Zhang Yang carried a basket of salted duck eggs in one hand and a can of pickled radish in the other, and went out alone.
After the scorching summer, at this time of year, Suzaku Street has returned to its former bustle.
Zhang Yang came to the door of Cheng Mansion and politely said to the people in front of the door: "If you still want to report to the general, please tell me that Zhang Yang, the official in charge of the imperial court, is here to see me."
"Just come in!" As soon as he finished speaking, a loud shout came from the courtyard. Taking a deep breath, Zhang Yang bravely walked into the house. What he saw was a spacious courtyard, which was similar to Qin Qiong's house. Most of the weapons were placed around it.
At this moment, a man was scratching the back of Cheng Yaojin, who was hunky-backed.
"General, does this make you more comfortable?" Cheng Yaojin frowned.
"Put it further down and use more force."
"Hey." After scratching the song for a while, Cheng Yaojin still looked unhappy, and finally waved away the song.
He came to the edge of the door alone and rubbed his back against the door. After a while, Cheng Yaojin straightened his clothes and felt much more comfortable.
"This is what you brought when you came to Cheng Mansion." Zhang Yang then put down the salted duck eggs and pickled radish,
"I thought they were all homely things, so I brought them to the general." Cheng Yaojin picked up the jar of pickled radish, opened the lid and put them into his mouth one by one.
"How is the general's health lately?"
"Okay!" Cheng Yaojin chewed a radish in his mouth.
"You usually hang out with Chu Mo, so I'll let you go. The child of Li Daoyan's family has been in the army for more than a year. It's time to let his child go home." Zhang Yang nodded.
"Actually, we have one more thing to do when we come down to Cheng Mansion." Cheng Yaojin slurped the juice sticking to his fingers.
"you say."
"I heard that General Cheng wants Master Kong Yingda to give his granddaughter to Chu Mo?"
"So what?"
"General, as the old saying goes, a melon that is too strong is not sweet." Cheng Yaojin put down the jar with a look of disgust in his eyes.
"It's too salty." Zhang Yang looked arrogant. This was originally meant for serving food. How could he eat it like this? He said that the old Cheng family had a strong family tradition, which was not incomprehensible.
After pouring a sip of wine into his mouth, Cheng Yaojin still looked at the boy in front of him.
"Even if the melon is not sweet, you still have to chew it! Aren't they all the same melon?" What kind of bastard reasoning is this? Zhang Yang cheered up in the face of this old man,
"Even if Mr. Kong Yingda promised his granddaughter to Chu Mo, will Chu Mo's life be good after that? Will he have to be in a state of chaos all day long?" Cheng Yaojin said in a deep voice: "If others take care of my old Cheng family, The idle business is now dead in the wilderness."
"Hahaha!" Zhang Yang said loudly: "General, at first he said that our two families should be on good terms and move around more in the future, and now they are leaving me dead in the wilderness. It is really unpopular." Cheng Yaojin poured out a sigh. A bowl of wine, brought to you,
"Drink it! I'll talk to you later." Don't give in when dealing with warriors! Zhang Yang took the wine bowl and drank it in one gulp.
"Okay!" Cheng Yaojin shouted,
"That kid is ignorant, so I have to find a sensible person to control him. Should I just let him run wild? Where is this Chang'an City? One day, I will be old and can no longer control him. If he gets into trouble, who will help him? Naturally, I need to find someone who is sensible and can manage the old Cheng family well."
"It turns out that the general, like me, is worried about Chu Mo for the rest of his life." Cheng Yaojin filled up his drink again.
"Drink!" Zhang Yang took a deep breath and drank another bowl.
"It doesn't have to be Kong Yingda's daughter. If you want to take care of this matter, I have a condition. If you don't agree, you will never interfere with the old Cheng family's family affairs again." Zhang Yang wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.
"Speak, General."
"Arrange Chu Mo to the Foreign Affairs Academy."
"No problem, don't worry, General, I will take good care of him." Zhang Yang bowed slightly and took care of the three brothers of the teacher's family, and then took care of Li Shimin's group of naughty children. One more Cheng Chumo would not be much.
"Then can we let Chu Mo's marriage..."
"Of course she is Kong Yingda's granddaughter."
"Didn't you just say..."
"That's my right to interfere with my family affairs." Damn, this old bastard! Zhang Yang gritted his teeth secretly, it was really difficult to deal with.
"Hahaha!" Cheng Yaojin suddenly laughed and said, "Refreshing! This is how you dealt with the Tibetan envoys."
"Wahahahaha!" The old man was still laughing. Zhang Yang held his forehead in pain, feeling like he didn't want to care anymore... He should listen to his wife.
If there is really no other way, let Chumo elope with the restaurant girl.
"General, it's not good!" Two troops came hurriedly. Cheng Yaojin frowned and said, "What's wrong?" Buqu replied, "General Cheng fought with others and was taken into Dali Temple." Seeing Cheng Yaojin looking at him, Zhang Yang also frowned. ,
"what's going on?"
"General, I returned to the county because the young general wrote a poem, and the poem was heard by Gao Shilang, and a quarrel broke out and he took action." After the words fell, Cheng Yaojin was quiet for a long time,
"Which Gao Shilang?"
"Come back to the general, it's Gao Jingcheng." It would be fine if he beat someone up and pays for it, but it happened to be Gao Jingcheng, Gao Shilian's son.
Zhang Yang asked again: "Dare I ask, did you do it just because of a poem?"
"It was because Mr. Gao felt that this poem could not be written by the young general, so the quarrel broke out, and the young general started fighting with the other party, and he was not gentle."
Zhang Yang bowed slightly to Cheng Yaojin.
"General, please go to Dali Temple and bring this person back."
"Okay." Zhang Yang hesitated for a moment and then said: "Lead the way." Buqu said loudly: "Here." Who makes us brothers!
Zhang Yang hurried through the crowd until he reached the gate of Dali Temple, when someone happened to be walking towards him.
The other party smiled and said, "Shilang Zhang, why are you here at Dali Temple?" Seeing that Changsun Wuji was a little surprised, Zhang Yang saluted and said, "Why are Duke Zhao here?" Changsun Wuji stopped and stood in front of the steps.
"I heard that this kid Gao Jishi got into a fight with others and entered Dali Temple. This kind of thing can't alarm Duke Xu, so I let me go." Zhang Yang also smiled and said: "That's a coincidence. Chu Mo and Mr. Gao had an affair. Fighting, General Cheng asked me to go and take the people back." Both of them smiled bitterly.
"Master Zhang, please go first."
"Mr. Zhao Guo please go first." The two of them shook their heads helplessly and walked into Dali Temple together. At this moment, in the main hall of Dali Temple, Sun Fujia listened to the two people arguing that they were both high-ranking ladies and not easy to mess with.
When he saw someone coming, he hurriedly saluted.
"Zhao Guogong, you are finally here." Sun Fujia was startled again when he saw it was Zhang Yang.
"Shilang Zhang?" Zhang Yang bowed and said, "I'll take care of Chu Mo's affairs." Hearing this, Cheng Chumo, who was standing here, nodded secretly.
"As expected, he is a good brother from a certain family!" On the contrary, Gao Xingyi was in a much more embarrassed state, with bruises on his face and covering his bleeding nose.
With someone in charge, Sun Fujia immediately felt relaxed. Changsun Wuji stepped forward and said, "Tell me, what happened?" Gao Jishi pointed at Cheng Chumo,
"He was the one who hit people first."
"You fart!" Cheng Chumo's loud voice was even louder than that of Cheng Yaojin, and it echoed in the main hall for a long time.
Zhang Yang stepped forward with his hands in his hands.
"Mr. Zhao Guogong, I do know the whole story of some things."
"Master Zhang, please speak." Even when facing Zhang Yang, Changsun Wuji was so respectful, which made everyone present feel suspicious.
"It's because Chu Mo composed a poem, and Mr. Gao heard it by chance, and felt dissatisfied, so he took action." As soon as the words fell, before Gao Xingcheng opened his mouth, Cheng Chumo immediately replied: "Yes! That's it! That's what this boy has in mind." Only if you don't accept it will you take action." The clay figurine was also very angry. Gao Xingxing held the cloth that was used to stop the bleeding from his nose.
"Cheng Chumo! Let me ask you, how do you, a rough man who can't even write well, make your life as if it were just like the first time you met!"
"Hahaha..." Seeing Zhang Yang laughing, Changsun Wuji asked puzzledly: "Why is Mr. Zhang laughing?" Zhang Yang added: "It turns out that this poem was indeed written by Chu Mo. If Mr. Gao has heard it elsewhere, For this poem, please ask Mr. Gao to call the person who composed the poem, and we can just stick to it." Gao Xingcheng was silent again.
Changsun Wuji looked at Cheng Chumo and said, "What Mr. Zhang said is inappropriate. Can Chumo write poetry? I don't believe it either."
"Actually, Chu Mo has also written other poems." Zhang Yang cupped his hands and said, "For example, he raised his head to look at the bright moon, lowered his head and thought about his hometown..."
"Hiss!" Changsun Wuji took a breath of cold air.
"There is still grass growing in Liliyuan, withered and prosperous every year." Zhang Yang paced back and forth and continued: "It's not enough to boast about the sordid past, but today's dissolute thoughts are boundless, the spring breeze is proud of the horse's hooves, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day..." The main hall fell into chaos. There was silence, Cheng Chumo picked his nose and remained unmoved.
Zhang Yang blurted out lines of poetry at random, and Gao Xingyi's eyes widened. Even Changsun Wuji was speechless for a long time, exclaiming in his heart what a poem!
What a poem!
"I even read the sword when I was drunk, and dreamed of blowing the trumpet company..." Zhang Yang patted Cheng Chumo on the shoulder, feeling and sighing at the same time,
"Chu Mo is a person who doesn't like fame and wealth. Under his seemingly rough and savage appearance, he is actually very delicate on the inside." After straightening his somewhat messy collar, Zhang Yang continued,
"I have been silent for a long time. Every time I sigh, every time I compose a poem, I don't want to tell anyone except me. In fact..." Zhang Yang looked up sadly, and his eyes seemed to be swaying with tears.
"You don't know, but Chu Mo is actually a great poet of our Tang Dynasty..." There was silence in the main hall... Zhang Yang pretended to wipe away his tears,
"Mr. Gao, do you admire Chu Mo for being so talented? Is there anything else you want to say?" Gao Xingyi stood there without speaking for a long time.
Zhang Yang whispered: "Zhao Guogong, how do you think this matter should be handled?" Changsun Wuji came to his senses on the spot,
"What do you think, Mr. Zhang?"
"Everyone knows that Chu Mo has a bad temper..."
"Didn't you just say that he has a delicate heart?"
"Aw..." Zhang Yang explained with a smile,
"Occasionally delicate, sometimes irritable, great poets are like this." Changsun Wuji was speechless again.
"Youdao is that our Chang'an City has simple folk customs. Even if we look down upon it, we cannot do such things as tarnishing people's reputations. Even if I hear such words, I will fight against them. In my opinion, both sides of this matter Everyone has their faults, but Mr. Gao’s fault comes first. What does Zhao Guogong think?" Changsun Wuji nodded,
"Xi Xing, why don't you apologize to Chu Mo?" Gao Xing Xing endured the grievance in his heart.
"I have offended you so much. I apologize. I was rude." Zhang Yang apologized through gritted teeth and turned to look at Chu Mo.
Cheng Chumo snorted coldly,
"In this case, a certain family doesn't care anymore." Seeing the dispute in front of him resolved, Sun Fujia smiled like a loving father,
"That's very good." Zhang Yang fumbled with Chu Mo's sleeves and took out some scattered copper coins.
"These copper coins are used to treat injuries. We, Chu Mo, are also reasonable children and will not care about it." Putting the money into Changsun Wuji's hands, Zhang Yang added: "It's okay once or twice. From now on. Mr. Gao, please be careful what you say, you can't beat others in a fight, so don't be impulsive, lest you get beaten again."
