Straight man of steel

Chapter 3 Hooking up with Zhuo Wenjun

Zhang Yuan, who was trotting all the way to pull the cow, spontaneously had a superior idea in his heart.

After thinking about it carefully, the legs of a little steward are far less comfortable to hold than Zhuo Wenjun's beautiful legs, goose hahahaha.

Zhuo Wenjun can be regarded as the representative of the deviant of this era. As a liberal arts student, although Zhang Yuan doesn't know the technology about steel smelting, he knows the story of Zhuo Wenjun.

She lost her husband in the early years, and then left home to Chengdu in pursuit of love, and returned to Linqiong because of the cruelty of reality, and then Sima Xiangru disliked Zhuo Wenjun because of her sudden rise to a high position. The two letters "Farewell Letter" saved Sima Xiangru's heart.

Such a tortuous and bizarre story casts a mysterious veil over these talented women.

Sitting on the shelf cart, Zhang Yuan, who was waving a long whip and beating the scalper, stared at the carriage at the front of the convoy, thinking narcissistically what he would do if Zhuo Wenjun fell in love with him.

But Zhuo Wenjun is the only person who can get rid of his identity, or Zhuo Wenjun is probably the only person Zhang Yuan can contact now who will not despise him because of his identity.

After thinking about it, Zhang Yuan decided to give it a go.

Adhere to the faith of changing a bicycle into a motorcycle with a fight.

Zhang Yuan cleared his throat, and began to mobilize those beautiful poems from the depths of his memory, and sang them out of his mouth word by word.

"Green grass on the bank of the river, willows in the lush garden.

Upstairs, Yingying is the girl, who is bright and bright at the window (you three times).

E'e red and pink makeup, slender hands.

In the past she was a prostitute, now she is a slut.

The prodigal son never returns, and it is difficult to keep an empty bed alone. "

Zhang Yuan's voice was melodious and long, and Zhuo Wenjun might not be able to hear it. Sure enough, after a while, the convoy transporting the iron billets stopped.

Zhang Yuan watched Zhuo Wenjun walk down slowly with the help of the maid, and then she didn't know what she said to the leader, Li Guanshi, and the maid beside her started walking towards Zhang Yuan.

"Did you recite the five-character poem just now?"

Zhang Yuan pretended to be very frightened.

"The villain has disturbed the eldest lady, so please tell the elder sister to tell the eldest lady that the villain will shut up and dare not say anything, and beg the eldest lady to forgive the villain's sins."

Seeing Zhang Yuan's frightened look, the maid burst out laughing.

"Who said you are going to blame you, come and follow me, the eldest lady wants to see you."

"Then this car?"

Zhang Yuan pointed to the bullock cart beside him, and asked Zhuo Wenjun's maid.

"Don't worry, someone will come and drive the car for you."

Zhang Yuan snorted, and followed the maid in front of him towards the direction of the carriage.

Walking in front of Zhuo Wenjun, Zhang Yuan looked even more respectful, and didn't dare to raise his head, just kept lowering his head.

"The five-character poem you recited just now? Who made it, and why have I never heard it before?"

Zhuo Wenjun didn't believe that any slave doing odd jobs in their workshop could make such a poem.

Oh, by the way, it's not a slave doing odd jobs anymore, it's an apprentice blacksmith now, well, even if it's an apprentice blacksmith, Zhuo Wenjun wouldn't believe it.

When Zhuo Wenjun asked such a question, the tight string in Zhang Yuan's heart was also loosened. He didn't know which dynasty this five-character poem belonged to. He only knew that it must have been in the Han Dynasty. Then you can claim it with peace of mind.

"Let me tell you Miss, this five-character poem was written by the villain a few days ago, and today I escorted the batch of iron billets with Li Guanshi, and I recited it out of joy in my heart.

If you offend the eldest lady, please ask the eldest lady to punish the villain, the villain will never complain. "

Because Zhang Yuan kept his head down, he didn't see Zhuo Wenjun's surprised expression when he said that the five character poem was written by him. However, Zhuo Wenjun showed this expression not because he believed Zhang Yuan, but because he felt that there were slaves doing it. Lied to her to her face.

"Do you have any other poems?"

As soon as Zhuo Wenjun asked, Guanshi Li interrupted.

"Miss, it's getting late, let's go first, I'm afraid that the Wang family will be unable to wait if the time is delayed for a long time."

Zhuo Wenjun said patiently.

"Well, what Uncle Li said is, let's go. This man stays beside my carriage. I still have something to ask him."

"Miss, you can do whatever you want."

Under the command of Li Guanshi, the convoy continued to move forward, while Zhang Yuan stayed beside Zhuo Wenjun's carriage.

"What's your name?"

Although Zhuo Wenjun did not open the curtains on the carriage, Zhang Yuan knew that he was asking him.

"The villain's name is Zhang Yuan, and he is an apprentice blacksmith in the workshop."

Zhuo Wenjun thought in his heart that he would expose Zhang Yuan's lies no matter what.

"Do you have any other poems? Let me read them."

"Hey, cough cough.

Bright moonlight in front of the bed was suspected to be frost on the ground.

Looking up at the bright moon, bowing your head and thinking about your hometown. "

As soon as Zhang Yuan finished speaking, Zhuo Wenjun's exclamation came from inside the carriage.

"Good poem, is this also your composition?"

For the first one, Zhang Yuan took the risk of choosing a five-character poem from the Han Dynasty to read it in order to ensure that it would meet Zhuo Wenjun’s taste. If he could find the original author and confront him face to face, that Zhang Yuan would really rather be killed by a pig.

"The villain dare not lie to the eldest lady. This five-word poem was written by the villain last night."

"Can you read?"

Zhuo Wenjun still didn't believe Zhang Yuan's words.Fortunately, Zhang Yuan is a liberal arts major, and he also practiced calligraphy when he was in college. Although there are not many official Xiaozhuan in the Han Dynasty, Zhang Yuan is still somewhat sure of the official script, especially if he can write his own name. It can be regarded as the age of scholars.

Zhang Yuan can be regarded as a real cultural person.

"I will."

How Zhuo Wenjun in the carriage reacted, if Zhuo Wenjun didn't say it himself, he would never know for the rest of his life, but what he was sure of was that Zhuo Wenjun must be interested in him.

"I remember that you were promoted by Guanshi Li to be an apprentice blacksmith not long ago, and you were probably just a boy doing odd jobs before.

Someone shouldn't teach you to read and write, tell the truth, otherwise I will inevitably let Guanshi Li give you a whipping punishment. "

If Zhang Yuan could not write, he would definitely feel a little guilty when facing the threat of Zhuo Wenjun now, but he could, he really knew how to write official script.But it seems that what Zhuo Wenjun said is also reasonable. If you don't make up a life experience, it's really hard to get over it.

Zhang Yuan knew that Han Dynasty books were more expensive than gold, and no one in the workshop knew how to write his own name except Guanshi Li, who could read a few characters.

Without daring to brew for too long, Zhang Yuan said whatever came to his mind.

"The villain family was originally a branch of the Zhang family in Qingyang. The first emperor of Qin gathered 12 wealthy households in the world and Guanzhong, and the ancestors of the villains moved to Guanzhong. Then the world was in chaos, and my ancestor Gaozu took advantage of the situation. The people in the clan wanted to avoid the war. But when he arrived in Sichuan, his family was in decline when he was young, but my father did not give up on the cultivation of the villain because of this. On the contrary, he had greater expectations, so he taught the villain to read and write from an early age.

A few years ago, his father and mother passed away one after another, and the family couldn't afford the money to bury them, so they entered the Zhuo Mansion as slaves.

Speaking of which, it was because the villain was sorry for his parents' cultivation that he ended up like this. "

After finishing speaking, Zhang Yuan let out a long sigh of relief, and squeezed out a few tears.I don't know if Zhuo Wenjun can believe my nonsense that I made up.As a result, it took a while in the carriage to hear a sigh.

"Hey, so that's how it is. He's also a hard-fated person."

After finishing this sentence, Zhuo Wenjun never heard anything from Zhang Yuan again.

Soon, the convoy arrived outside the Wang's blacksmith shop. Zhuo Wenjun just got out of the car and took a look before getting back in the car.Seeing that Zhang Yuan had the hope of losing his slave status, it was naturally impossible for Zhang Yuan to look directly at Zhuo Wenjun and cause any other trouble.

After the transaction was completed, the ox carts of Zhuojia Iron Works began to drive back, while Zhuo Wenjun's carriage went in another direction.

Zhang Yuan was stunned for a moment, and no one told him where he should go, whether to continue to follow Zhuo Wenjun's carriage, or follow the workshop's ox cart back to the workshop.

After what happened just now, Manager Li was obviously very unfamiliar with Zhang Yuan.

After struggling for a while, Zhang Yuan felt that it would be better to be on the safe side, so he prepared to chase the bullock cart.

Suddenly a pleasant voice came from behind.

"Zhang Yuan, you can stay by my side and do things in the future."

Zhang Yuan turned his back to the carriage, with an incomparably bright smile on his face, the ancients did not deceive me.

(End of this chapter)