I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

Cleverly using his own name to unite these scholars?
Yin Xuan looked at Li Yifu, a little surprised, as expected of a person who can be remembered by his ex-girlfriend, unexpectedly has such means and skills.

He still has a clear understanding of himself - if this society is established in this way, it is impossible for him to be the leader of the society, except for Ji Wen, that is, several other qualified people in the restaurant are qualified , Pull ten picks back, and there will be no place for Li Yifu.

He simply didn't grab it, but took the position of a proposer, and immediately raised his ranking by several positions.

If he passed next year, he would be the second person under Ji Wen.

But Yin Xuan didn't dislike this carefulness.

In the name of Tongfu, they are naturally related to themselves. How can there be no reason not to take the chess pieces that come to your door?

Of course, whether Li Yifu, or other people here, maybe they just want to use the name of Tongfu as a springboard.

But... It's easy to ask God to send God away, so how could Yin Xuan let them achieve their goals for nothing.

This must be tied to death?

Yin Xuan nodded, and agreed: "Since you have this intention, then of course you will allow everything."

As he said that, he paused for a moment: "It's just... since you are using the name of Tongfu, naturally you can't lose the weight of the name of Tongfu."

"You have to be an upright person and be an official with your duties."

Seeing Yin Xuan's response, the scholars became excited again.

Wu Youdao rolled his eyes and yelled: "Shopkeeper, in this situation, why don't you write a poem for us?"

When the others heard it, they also booed.

Yin Xuan waved his hand angrily, but Wu Youdao's yelling reached his heart, even if there were no booing from these people, he still had to say something.

In the final analysis, it is to add some sense of ceremony.

Let them take this as a real thing in their hearts, not as a grass-roots team-who would take a grass-roots team to heart?

"It's fine to write poetry." Yin Xuan shook his head, "I'll give you four sentences."

Four sentences?
The scholars on the outside stood on the stools, those in the middle stood on their toes, and those on the inside were full of anticipation.

The little girls obediently removed the things on the table, laid out the paper for Yin Xuan, and the eldest grandson also made new ink.

Yin Xuan picked up the pen and wrote down 22 words eloquently.

"To establish a heart for the world, to establish a life for the people, to inherit the knowledge of the past saints, and to create peace for all generations."

The thin words, stroke by stroke, were like knives, and they were carved on their hearts.

Their mood was a little agitated.

Confucian students can see the shadow of Confucianism from here, and law students can also see the shadow of law students—no matter which theory they study or what kind of knowledge they study...they are all in these short four sentences , I saw the past and future of the knowledge I have learned.

As a scholar, or in other words, I am going to be an official in the future, shouldn't this be the most lofty ideal and the greatest pursuit in this life?
Li Yifu took the piece of paper carefully, looking at the words on it, his eyes couldn't move.

The others came over and were in a daze.

A hand patted Li Yifu's shoulder: "Have you memorized these words?"

Li Yifu didn't care who the owner of this hand was, nodded his head, and said excitedly: "Of course, it's impossible to forget such words just by looking at them."

Other scholars also followed suit.

The hand passed over Li Yifu's head, and with a gentle pinch, the paper held in the palm of his hand was pulled away.

Li Yifu turned pale with fright, turned his head in a hurry, and took a closer look—it was Li Yuan, a little old man who came down from the card table at some point and walked over, carefully folding the paper.

"This old gentleman, you are..." Li Yifu's eyes widened, he wanted to snatch it back, but he was afraid of tearing the paper, so he could only speak anxiously.

Li Yuan said calmly: "Since you have all memorized it, let this old man keep it privately."

"This is from the shopkeeper to our Tongfu Academy." Ji Wen stared, not afraid of Li Yuan, an unscrupulous little old man.

Li Yuan waved his hand: "The store gave you these four sentences, not this piece of paper."

"You are still young, I am living a day less, this word, let me take it back and appreciate it for a few days, and I will return it to you in a few days."

Will it be returned in a few days?

Ji Wen looked at Li Yuan hesitantly, a little unsure whether Li Yuan's words could be believed.

Li Yuan raised his eyebrows: "You don't believe me with your face?"

Ji Wen didn't hesitate this time, and nodded frankly. Almost the moment Li Yuan's words fell to the ground, he immediately agreed with this sentence.

Li Jing couldn't help laughing.

"Can I still lie to you?" Li Yuan was a little annoyed, "I said I will pay you back in a few days."

"Are these words important?"

"Isn't the content of these few sentences important?"

Ji Wen didn't say a word, she acquiesced to Li Yuan's act of "borrowing" the words, but she was slandered in her heart, not only the content was important, but the words were also very important, okay?

He just asked silently: "When will Zhang Kingdom return?"

Zhangguo is a respectful name for Li Yuan's age—he will be seventy after the cold winter this year, and his temper has also increased a bit after he reached his seventies, yelling that others should give way to him when they play cards—— —Of course, judging from the results, there is not much difference. Li Yuan should lose or lose, it's just a matter of losing more and losing less.

According to history, Li Yuan couldn't survive this winter, at least he should have died half a year ago.

only…

After he came out of the imperial city, the depression in his heart became less and less, and he lived more and more like a scourge. As the old saying goes, a scourge lives for a thousand years.

Following this trend, Li Yuan's body can last for a few more years.

Hearing Ji Wen's words, Li Yuan rolled his eyes, looked down, and replied softly: "Three days, three days later, I guarantee that these four sentences will be in your hands."

Listening to his words, Yin Xuan rolled his eyes.

It seems that it is impossible for the words I wrote to fall into the hands of this group of scholars, but it doesn't matter, I have already set the tone.

Ji Wen hadn't realized the possible consequences of these words, so she was relieved to hear Li Yuan swear.Although this little old man doesn't show much face at ordinary times, he won't have any problems when it comes to right and wrong, um...it should be.

That night, Li Yuan took this painting and showed it to Li Shimin.

"Look, look!" Li Yuan spread out the paper carefully and exposed it in front of Li Shimin, "These few words are not something ordinary people can say."

Li Shimin raised his eyebrows: "How did you trick this thing out of the store?"