Chapter 196

"Lao Li seems to have screwed up the cooperative!"

Zhang Feng was lying on the recliner at the door, listening to the spittle of a snotty dog.

Zhang Feng couldn't help feeling that he had a son.

"Brother Zhang Feng, I'll tell you something! I saw a card hanging at the door of several official banks early this morning. I went to the old scholar to see it. He said it was the card closed today. At the door of the shop, the people seemed to be possessed by magic and their eyes were red."

"And I heard from the guard at the gate that last night, there were thousands of people outside the gate. I heard that Chang'an was sending money, so I came all night."

"But somehow, the government didn't care about it. It's like they didn't see it. It's said that the Bank of Ping'an square sent out almost several million liang of silver yesterday!"

"Tut Tut, I don't know how many guohelmet steamed buns you can buy with those millions of taels of silver. I heard that a guohelmet steamed bun costs five Wen 1"

In the world of children, they are not interested in anything, but the only one who eats is clean.

But at this time, the dog was also confused.

Millions. For him, it's money he hasn't seen before. How much does it cost me to close a bank?

However, these words, in Zhang Feng's ears, have become another meaning.

"Dog son, you go. The old scholar came and said I wanted him to drink!"

Zhang Feng waved, the dog heard the speech, wiped his nose with his dark arm, and then ran away in a hurry,.

No grass shoes.

Wave and let the little guy next to him come in.

Zhang Feng went to the back kitchen slowly and brought a large pot of stew and a large frame of steamed bread. In the hot eyes of Zhu and others, Zhang Feng put a pot of stew and a large basket of steamed bread on the table.

"Don't rob. Let the old and the young come one by one. Well, little girl, why are you hiding behind? Come on, here's the leg of lamb for you 1"

Hiding in the corner, Xiaoya dared not come forward. In an instant, she had a greasy and steaming meat bone stick in her hand.

Xiaoya smiled, took two steamed buns in the frame, and then ran away in a hurry.

Zhang Feng shook his head slightly.

I didn't care.

But inadvertently, I saw the old scholar who was caressing his beard and smiling at the door, and behind him, staring at the column holding a large piece of meat and eating with relish.

"Come on, dog, there's a big basin on the stove. Go and bring it up and eat together!"

"Get it!"

Hearing the speech, Gouzi ran away with a smile.

"Hahaha! Brother Zhang Feng, you really are... I think I'm familiar with sages, but I admire your behavior!"

"If there are more people like you in the world, why don't I fear that I won't be strong! Where is war in the world!"

"One day!"

Zhang Feng smiled.

"Come on, old scholar, please sit down!"

"| a man is too boring. He wants you to drink to relieve his boredom. Damn his father, he can't drink with him. That guy is born a slave!"

"And so is Lao he. He always wants to tell me about his daughter-in-law. Alas! You're still good!"

Zhang Feng sighed.

He took out a jar of wine from the counter, took two wine cups and sat opposite the old scholar.

The old scholar looked at the dog who served a large pot of meat, bowed his head and ate it, smiled and scolded: "eat slowly, no one will rob you, and you are not afraid of choking!"

"Hahaha! No! My mother said, I can feed!"

The dog wiped his mouth.

Grin.

The old scholar smiled.

He took the wine cup handed over by Zhang Feng and took a beautiful blow.

"Your wine is better 1"

"This wine is just like your people. Although it is crystal clear, it is very strong. Why don't you want to be an official in Korea? Instead, you are here..."

"Hey, old scholar, you're here, too!"

Zhang Feng was speechless.

"It's not urgent to be an official. It's not urgent for the time being. It depends on fate!"

The old scholar is coming.

"With your ability, you..."

"I just want to have wine today and get drunk today. If I can live in thousands of buildings, I will certainly protect the faces of the poor people all over the world! That's the day of immortality!"

Wen Yan.

The wine cup in the old scholar's hand hung on the table with a "bang" and asked with a trembling voice, "did you just read a poem?"

"Did you... Do this?"

"Well..."

"This is the poem of an elder. I have the honor to hear it, but that elder is no longer in the world."

"Alas!"

When the old scholar heard the speech, the heat in his eyes darkened slightly.

"What a pity!"

"The person who can say such good poems must be a great Confucian. Do you know his surname?"

Zhang Feng shook his head.

He can't say he's the one who wrote this poem. Isn't he born yet?

Why don't you send the old scholar away?

Zhang Feng shook his head and said, "old scholar, let me ask you, do you know everything on the street?"

"Yes!"

The wrinkled face of the old scholar was full of dignified words at this time.

"This matter has spread in the neighborhood, and I'll go and have a look."

Zhang Feng smelled the speech and asked, "what do you think of this?"

"How's it going?"

The old scholar shook his head slightly.

"Fail, fail!"