Straight man of steel

Chapter 5 I Don't Believe in Science
"He really wrote it all?"

Zhuo Wenjun put down the chopsticks in his hand, picked up a handkerchief and wiped his mouth.

"Miss, he did say that everything has been written, let the servants bring you a message."

It is obvious that Xiaoqing suppressed her supposed liveliness in front of Zhuo Wenjun.

"Okay, let's go and have a look first."

At this time, an older maid beside Zhuo Wenjun asked.

"Miss, don't you take a break?"

"No, it's okay if you don't take a nap for a day. I've finished eating. You guys clean up this. Xiaoqing will follow me."

"Here."

The sun at noon was just right, and Zhang Yuan felt that Zhuo Wenjun would not be able to resist coming to take a look at the degree of his love for poetry. However, some words on the bamboo slips were still wet. Take out the bamboo slips and put them in the sun to dry.

Hearing footsteps outside the yard, Zhang Yuan quickly picked up the bamboo slips from the ground.I thought that I was lucky because I traveled to Zhuo's family. If I travel to other places, I really don't know what kind of temperament my master has.

After seeing Zhang Yuan, Zhuo Wenjun asked directly

"Xiaoqing said that you have already transcribed it, bring it here and have a look with me."

"Here."

Zhang Yuan raised the bamboo slip respectfully with both hands and handed it directly to Xiao Qing. Who would have thought that Zhuo Wenjun would take the bamboo slip directly from Zhang Yuan's hand in a moment of impatience.

As soon as the slips were opened, Zhuo Wenjun was fascinated, and his mouth was still reciting some verses in the middle softly.

"Nowadays, when beauty is thin due to customs, who wants to make white teeth? Looking down at the end of the year, it is difficult to rely on glory for a long time."

I want to finish this song, this song is sad and long.

May it be the southwest wind, and die forever in your arms.Jun Huailiang is not open, what should a concubine be? "

When reading poems, I laughed out loud for a while, and frowned for a while.

Although there were only ten poems, Zhuo Wenjun stood under the sun and read them for more than half an hour. Zhang Yuan and Xiaoqing couldn't hold on any longer, but she still read them.

She didn't roll up the bamboo slips until a drop of fragrant sweat dripped from her cheeks, and then a pair of beautiful eyes began to stare at Zhang Yuan.

"You look up and let me see."

Zhang Yuan lowered his head even harder.

"The villain dare not look directly at the eldest lady."

"I let you lift it up, it's okay."

With Zhuo Wenjun's words, Zhang Yuan really raised his head for the first time and looked at Zhuo Wenjun.

Zhuo Wenjun was also watching him.

Finally, he had a panoramic view of Zhuo Wenjun's prosperous face. Although Zhang Yuan's heart began to agitate, he kept suppressing himself.

If at this time, there was disrespect in his eyes, I'm afraid Zhuo Wenjun would regard him as a filthy person, and all the previous efforts would be in vain.

Zhang Yuan didn't dare to move his eyes, but Zhuo Wenjun didn't have any scruples. Although she was a widow, the atmosphere of the Han Dynasty now ranges from the royal family to the common people. Boyfriend?
Although Zhuo Wenjun didn't go too far, it wasn't so that even a man didn't dare to look at it.

After scanning Zhang Yuan from beginning to end several times, Zhuo Wenjun spoke slowly.

"You have such a literary talent, it's a bit wronged to be my book boy, I will talk to my father, exempt you from slavery, and come to my Zhuo Mansion as a retainer."

Is it that simple, is it that simple
Zhang Yuan originally thought that it would take a lot of effort to give up his slave status, but Zhuo Wenjun gave it up in just a few words, and he can also become a retainer of the Zhuo family. There is no need to worry about the labor tax that the common people should bear.

Zhuo Wenjun's operation made Xiaoqing's eyes almost fall out.

"Missy is so kind and virtuous, Zhang Yuan will never forget it."

Zhang Yuan bowed deeply. He expressed his sincere thanks. With the status of a commoner and his ability to read and write, he dared to say that he was a scholar in front of Emperor Han Jing.

"In the future, you don't need to give such a great gift in front of me. Your talent is already thousands of times stronger than those gentry children who can't read a few words. You live here first, and I will let people buy some furniture later.

Xiaoqing will stay by your side to serve your daily life, and send a few servants who are usually at your disposal.

If you still need anything, you can ask Xiaoqing to come to me or come to me in person. "

……

What else can Zhang Yuan say, the whole person is stupid, okay?

Is it this kind of experience to be next to a rich woman?
He has a bed-warming girl and servants at his disposal.

Is having a comfortable bed the good life?
Zhang Yuan thought so yesterday, but not today.

Zhuo Wenjun had been away for a long time and Zhang Yuan didn't notice it. If Xiao Qing hadn't had the courage to shake Zhang Yuan, Zhang Yuan probably wouldn't be able to wake up from his fantasy just relying on Zhang Yuan.

"Young Master, Young Master, are you okay?"

"Ah? It's okay. I'm beautiful, what can I do.

Uh, no, what did you just call me? "

Xiao Qing was confused all of a sudden, touching her little head and talking.

"Young master? Is the maidservant's name wrong?"

"Don't call me son from now on, just call me brother Xiaoyuan just like noon."

Xiao Qing was so frightened by Zhang Yuan's remarks that his whole head turned into a rattle.

"No way, son.

You were a book boy at noon, but now you are the guest of Zhuo Mansion, you are a noble person, Xiaoqing will never offend you like at noon in the future. "

Zhang Yuan sighed and didn't make things difficult for Xiao Qing anymore.

Wasn't Xiao Qing like this in front of Zhuo Wenjun before?

Zhuo Wenjun's efficiency in handling affairs is quite fast, half an hour has passed, and the small courtyard where Zhang Yuan lives has changed a lot.

Some necessary furniture was placed in the room, and the wing rooms on both sides of the yard were also vacated for Xiaoqing and the four servants who had just arrived.

Zhang Yuan no longer had to worry about his daily needs, so he closed his eyes and looked at the Guangang method and the Quyuanli blueprint that were rewarded to him when he completed the first task of the system.

This was the first time Zhang Yuan looked at these two things, and it might be inappropriate to say that they were things, after all, there was no real thing in front of Zhang Yuan.After a brief look, Zhang Yuan discovered that the so-called pouring method is just a method of smelting iron into carbon steel.

After watching the end, Zhang Yuan discovered that there were two words 'take out' at the bottom.

Zhang Yuan tried and chose to take it out, and then the Guangang method in his mind disappeared all of a sudden.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a piece of silk lying in front of him.

After spreading it out, it was the Guangang method in his mind just now. Except for the two words that were not taken out, everything else was the same.

"Is it still possible to play like this? This does not mean that the game props have been integrated into reality."

Realization of things in the mind is far more shocking than traveling through and the unknown system in the body.

Zhang Yuan immediately tried again to take out the drawing of Qu Yuanli, and then placed another copy of silk on the table in front of him.

Just like his own time travel, Zhang Yuan can't explain this supernatural phenomenon at all right now.

No matter what, just accept it.

But this is much more convenient, otherwise, if you close your eyes and rest your mind every day, in the eyes of outsiders, you may think that Zhang Yuan is just a sleeping pig.

(End of this chapter)