Chapter 4 (This chapter is free)

On the way back to the inn, Cui Po thought about the gathering of today's fate, and met the Tea Saint, and even taught the method of tea. Although this person had already gone far away, he was still very excited. Thinking of Lord Lu's words and actions, he felt that such a person was truly a god of Tang Dynasty; acting like this was a happy life! He was envious for a moment, and he yearned for it, thinking that he would be immersed in Confucianism in his future life, and that he paid the most attention to words and politeness, and the rules between movement and stillness were strictly controlled. He thought that he had traveled alone and left the century-old family that passed on Confucian family and was famous for his rituals; and he was at this place where no one knew each other, and his heart moved: "Why can't I show my mind and live a happy life like Lord Lu?" As soon as this thought was just like wildfire, I could no longer hold back.

He thought so hard that he could take care of his feet? He could not easily run into a few passers-by, and he didn't realize it. After he reacted, he apologized repeatedly, but couldn't help but laugh at him: "Hey! It was the book that harmed people again. Seeing that the son-in-law of the Butcher Zhang in the back street called... Yes, the one who called Fan Jin was not cured yet. There was another one who couldn't walk. Tsk tsk, it was just a pity that he looked good."

Cui Po could only smile bitterly after laughing, but after laughing, he realized something: "As long as I am, will it not be another Fan Jin?"

After returning to the inn, Chucao spent dinner, Cui Po fell asleep, but he had something to do in his heart, how could he sleep peacefully until it was dawn and he was enlightened and relaxed. The next day, he got up, got up, got ready for food, boarding and horse materials, led his horse out of the city, waved his horse straight to the southwest.

When it was getting dark, a city wall had already been seen in front of him, but it had already arrived in Luquan County under Hengzhou.

When he entered the city, Cui Po had not been anxious to find the inn, so he first came to a restaurant with the "Taibaiju" hanging on it. After ordering the horse ingredients for the horse, he ordered his own food and had a full meal. However, the voracious eating of the food inevitably scared the waiter and many other diners. However, Cui Po would care about these things at this time and just act casually.

After the meal, Cui Po also brought a jar of wine to the stable and handed it over to Huahua to drink. He only neighed the company commander so much that he was so happy.

After posting the account, he asked where the inn was located, and Cui Po led his horse to leave.

There was nothing to say all night. The next day Cui Po woke up, finished washing, and had breakfast in the inn. When he came out of the hall, he saw a postman standing by the road with a smile and waiting. Cui Po would not understand what he meant, but when he saw that this person was not annoying, he took out more than ten bronze coins from his arms to reward him. The minor official became more and more attentive and insisted on sending him out for Cui Po, so Cui Po would let him do it.

The little official said a series of compliments. Seeing Cui Po’s reaction indifferently, he found another topic. Suddenly he thought of a big event in the city today, and immediately said, "In fact, why should you leave today? Mr. Wang, who retired from Xicheng, is built in the new building built by Xishan. At noon today, guests gathered in this building to celebrate the completion of this building. In addition, he also wanted to take this opportunity to choose a talented man to name the new building, so as to take this opportunity to Guangguang's name. Now, the passers-by in the city have already gone much better. If the talents like the young master are willing to go, there is still a chance to show their faces?"

"Oh! Who is this Mr. Wang? He could have thought of such a good idea." Cui Po asked in surprise.

"This old man Wang was originally from the county. Later, he studied for the imperial examination and failed to pass the imperial examination for three years. The wealth he accumulated at home was cleaned by him on the way back and forth, and he couldn't help but laugh at others. So he changed to the Ming Fa Certificate the next year. This time he won the first place. Later, he was released as an official for decades. It was not until the previous year that he retired as the chief of Zhongzhou. After returning home, he saw that the scenery in the West Mountain was very beautiful, so he became interested and built a building there to entertain his old age, which was also considered as leaving some things behind the place. I heard that on the day of the building, Mr. Wang went to the letter to Mr. Yan Qingchen of Pingyuan to ask for inscriptions, but later there was no text. It seems that 80% of them were not possible, so he did what he did today." The minor official was used to receiving the receptionist and spoke eloquently, and explained the matter clearly.

Cui Po thought for a while and understood that what he said about Pingyuan Yan Qingchen was the descendant of Yan Zhitui of Northern Qi, Yan Zhenqing, a son of the Langya family who was the prefect of Pingyuan at that time. He was curious and said, "I will tell you, and I will go and take a look." After leaving the inn, he asked the minor official the way, and Cui Po rode his horse to the west mountain.

At this time, Wang Fulu, the slave of the eldest son Wang, was busy spanking his feet. He was an orphan and was adopted and raised by the old man while he was in office. Although he was still a slave, he was different from others. He started to be a young master's companion and study boy at the age of eight, and he was very knowledgeable about literature. From then on, most of them served in the study room, but today there were so many people and they couldn't get busy, so he slapped him and came to help him.

"Isn't this a waste of money?" Seeing the increasing number of Confucian uniforms coming one after another, the twenty tables of seats that were originally prepared were not enough, the kind-hearted Wang Fulu felt sorry for the master. But he knew that this matter was very important to the old man, so he did not neglect to do it with all his heart.

It was so busy that it was almost noon and the guests had already started to enter the table, so they were relieved. Because he was well-versed in literature and was arranged to serve the wine and drinks in the table. After standing still, he saw that the rest of the seats were full one after another, and only the chief seat was still hanging in the air. The old man was humble with the county magistrate and several scholars in Hengzhou City, but no one was willing to sit. Thinking of the young master's explanation yesterday, he naturally understood that the seat seat was not something that could be done casually. One should have enough fame, and the literary talent would naturally not be bad. The third was that the words should be written well. Although it was called "Gathering Couplets", it was often the person who sat down and wrote it. With high fame and talent, the people who attended the meeting were naturally convinced, and there were few exceptions to this custom.

But he didn't know that today's county magistrate and others insisted on giving in, not all about etiquette. In fact, this building is completed and beautiful, and it is also beautiful. It must be a great victory place in the county and even the state. If this word is good, it will naturally be a good reputation for future generations. But if it is not good, it will not be ridiculed by many descendants. Thinking about fame, talent is not enough to bear this important task. It is better to hide the shortcomings of the ugliness, so no one is willing to attend.

Seeing that there was a long turmoil, there was still no conclusion. He felt bored, so he turned his head to look elsewhere. When he saw that he couldn't help but get angry. However, he saw that there was a man who had just started eating and drinking before he could finish the meal. Although he was wearing a Confucian shirt, it was stained and it didn't take long to wash it. The man also had a deer-headed and rat-headed look, which was extremely cumbersome. Looking at the eating elephant that was put into his arms while eating, there was a half-restraint of scholars, but he was not the famous rogue Wang Mazi in the county, who was even more?

When Wang Fulu and his two servants "invited" Wang Mazi to go out, when they came back, they did not hear the noise of leaving. Everyone on the table was silent, staring at the head seat with surprise. Wang Fulu also looked at the empty seat, but saw a young man in Confucian uniform about 18 or 19 years old sitting upright on the empty seat, with a handsome face and elegant spirit. The young man ignored the strange eyes of the people in the hall, picked up the wine cup and drank it all, and still shouted: "Good wine." The old man Wang and the others stood inexplicably and stood awkwardly.

Wang Fulu thought to himself: 'Can this be another person who eats nothing...?"
Chapter completed!