Straight man of steel

Chapter 12 The Forced King Sima Xiangru (recommendation ticket requested)
After filling his stomach to make up for the regret of not eating breakfast, Zhang Yuan remembered the main purpose of coming here.

"How much are these?"

"My lord, a total of half a coin is better than silver."

In this era, copper coins really have no credibility at all. People would rather barter than accept all kinds of copper coins circulating in the market.

Right now, it was time for meals, and there were not many customers in the restaurant, probably because they didn't have much money.

After making up his mind, Zhang Yuan took Xiao Qing back to Zhuo's Mansion. Anyway, he promised Zhuo Wenjun in the morning that he would stay in the courtyard and transcribe the idea of ​​running the restaurant.

Although I had some ideas, I forgot everything when I brought up the pen, and I didn't write dozens of words until dark.

At noon the next day, Zhang Yuan was about to take an iron pan to the kitchen to cook something for himself, when he almost bumped into a maidservant before he went out.

"Master Zhang, the Patriarch invites you to the banquet hall for a banquet."

to dinner?Which banquet are you going to?Although full of doubts, Zhang Yuan nodded.

"I'll go with you."

On the way, Zhang Yuan ran into Zhuo Wenjun by chance. She was also going to the banquet, so the two chose to go to the banquet together.

"Miss, do you know what the Patriarch's Banquet is all about today?"

"Could it be that you went out to buy some medicinal materials yesterday and came back to eat indiscriminately? Didn't father hold a big banquet for you, but you still came to ask me?"

I really don't know, why can't you just say it if you know it? You have to talk so much nonsense.Zhang Yuan roared deep in his heart.

"Miss, you know that villains are dull, please give me some advice."

"Yesterday you went to Shuweixuan, I thought you were interested in that location, so that my father could negotiate to sell that restaurant directly.

This matter has been put on the agenda, today's father entertained Linqiong nobles to tell them that our Zhuo family is going to open a restaurant, and they will be invited to go there at that time.

Of course, this was only one of the purposes. Hearing that Sima Xiangru, the best friend of the county magistrate Wang Ji, had come to Linqiong, his father and Uncle Cheng wanted to clean up the dust for that friend on behalf of the county magistrate.

Doing two things at the same time saves time and effort. "

The Zhuo family's father and daughter really have exactly the same style of acting, they do things vigorously and resolutely, even if they use some ghostly tricks, they are all on the bright side.

Just like Zhuo Wenjun's control of Zhang Yuan's whereabouts, there is no taboo at all when talking about it, and he doesn't care what Zhang Yuan thinks at all.

"Miss misunderstood, the villain went to Shuweixuan yesterday because he was hungry and just found a place to eat.

Since there are many distinguished guests in the mansion today, you are the host, let's hurry over. "

When Zhang Yuan and Zhuo Wenjun arrived at the banquet hall, the courtyard outside the hall was also full of banquets. At a glance, there were almost five or sixty people seated.

Zhang Yuan entered the banquet hall according to the guidance of a servant, found his seat and sat down.

The head of the Zhuo family, Zhuo Wangsun, and another fat man in rich clothes, who should be the uncle of the Cheng family that Zhuo Wenjun mentioned, were welcoming guests at the entrance of the courtyard.

The [-] house slaves in the entire Zhuo Mansion are busy at this moment, and there is endless work waiting for them.

Half an hour later, the sun was already in the center of the sky, and there were almost a hundred people seated in the courtyard and banquet hall. Zhuo Wangsun and the head of the Cheng family invited a person in with great respect.

As soon as this person stepped into the courtyard, everyone stood up and saluted.

This person is the big person of this banquet, the county magistrate of Linqiong County Wang Ji, Zhang Yuan also imitated the others and got up and bowed to the magistrate of Linqiong County.

After entering the banquet hall, Wang Ji asked Zhuo Wangsun.

"Brother Zhuo, why haven't you seen Sima Changqing?"

"Magistrate Wang, the villain has sent someone to invite Mr. Sima, and he will be here soon."

Wang Ji nodded, walked directly to the top seat and sat down, and then began to chat with Zhuo Wangsun and the Patriarch of the Cheng family on the left and right.

When the servants and maids of the Zhuo Mansion saw that Wang Ji had already sat down, they began to serve the dishes. When all the dishes, fruits and fine wines were placed on the table, Sima Xiangru had not arrived yet.

Seeing that the guests were a little anxious during the banquet, Zhuo Wangsun asked Wang Ji aloud.

"County magistrate, do you think we are waiting for Mr. Sima while eating?"

"It doesn't matter. I'm not hungry yet. Let's wait and see."

Another quarter of an hour passed, and the slave of Zhuo's mansion who went to invite Sima Xiangru came back, went to Zhuo Wangsun, whispered a few words in his ear, and then retreated.

Zhuo Wangsun's complexion gradually became a little ugly.

"Brother Zhuo, what's the matter?"

"The county magistrate, the servants in the mansion went to invite Mr. Sima to a banquet, but Mr. Sima repeatedly excused himself by claiming illness. Do you think we should..."

Before Zhuo Wangsun finished speaking, Wang Ji stood up from his seat.

"You guys wait here for a while, I will go to the chief minister to have a look before talking about it."

Zhuo Wangsun and the head of the Cheng family did not dare to disobey Wang Ji, so they had to send a carriage with Wang Ji to Sima Xiangru to invite him.

As soon as these three people left, Zhang Yuan slumped on the cushion like a deflated rubber ball.

Doing the plank for so long made his whole body ache.

Because Sima Xiangru's lateness caused Zhang Yuan's body to suffer, his impression of Sima Xiangru fell to the bottom. He thought that a person with such a high literary attainment would have a good character, but he didn't expect that he was just pretending to be 1 force 1 goods.

Another half an hour passed, and Zhang Yuan finally saw Zhuo Wangsun and his party come back. The three of them walked in stridingly, surrounded by a man in a long robe.

Zhang Yuan hurriedly resumed his sitting posture, lowered his head and said goodbye to Shi Li.

After the four of them sat down again, Zhuo Wangsun called out to start the banquet, and all the guests began to eat the cold dishes in front of them.

As soon as the banquet started, the banquet became lively, but they were all praising Sima Xiangru for his amazing style or outstanding literary talent. Zhang Yuan knew in his heart that these people were all taking pictures of Linqiong County Magistrate Wang Ji's horse in disguise. Shit, how could Sima Xiangru, an idler with no money and no official position, be valued by these profitable businessmen.

No one came to chat with Zhang Yuan, an unknown person. Zhang Yuan was bored for a while, and wanted to see if Zhuo Wenjun saw Sima Xiangru, just like what was written in the history books, he was directly hooked away with people and souls.

After searching for several times, there was no trace of Zhuo Wenjun, until when he saw a screen placed in front of a desk, Zhang Yuan guessed that Zhuo Wenjun should be sitting behind it.

Not seeing the change in Zhuo Wenjun's face is equivalent to missing a big show, Zhang Yuan felt a little pity.

I can only eat the lychee in front of me, which can be regarded as a precious thing, to get through this boring time.

When the banquet was halfway through, Zhuo Wangsun, the host, began to think about some activities to add to the fun.

"Dear nobles and good friends, the government has recently recruited a retainer named Zhang Yuan, who is good at poetry and has outstanding literary talent.

Today, a literary master like Mr. Sima is here, so I want to ask Zhang Yuan to come out and write a poem, and then ask Mr. Sima to comment on it. "

After hearing this, Zhang Yuan's half-eaten lychee fell directly from his mouth to the desk.

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