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Zhao Yunting took this opportunity to test Chu Wen. He just opened his mouth and said:

"Among the four verses of Feng Yin, there is one sentence that I don't understand. I hope Master Feng Yin can help me solve this puzzle."

"Just tell me, old man."

"It is to establish a mission for the people. I still don't understand what mission should be established for the people."

The restaurant's opening today was a great success and received very good responses. Chu Wen was very happy and drank a lot of wine with the guests downstairs. He was already a little drunk at this time.

Seeing the old man asking questions, he took advantage of the wine and raised his glass and said:

"When the great way is practiced, the world is for all, so that people are not only kind to their own relatives and their own children, but also have a place to live when old, a place to work when strong, a place to teach when young, a place to rely on when poor, help when in trouble, and a place for the widowed, lonely, disabled, and sick. This is the destiny of the people!"

After saying this, he drank the wine in the glass, revealing some heroic spirit.

After saying this, Zhao Dezhu and Zhao Yunting were both stunned.

The two of them looked serious and remained silent for a long time.

Chu Wen wanted to show off in front of Magistrate Zhao, an honest official. Under the influence of alcohol, he held the empty cup and chanted:

"The peaks and ridges are like gathering, the waves are like raging, and the mountains and rivers are like Yangguan Road."

"Looking at the capital, I am hesitant. I am sad to see that the old palaces I passed by have all turned to dust."

"Prosperity makes the people suffer."

"When the country is destroyed, the people suffer."

As soon as she finished reciting the poem, Zhao Ziyan clapped her hands excitedly and said, "What a good poem! What a good poem!"

This poem was like a bowl of poisonous chicken soup, which made Zhao Dezhu and his father drink their fill.

"What a great way to do things, the world is for all! What a great way to do things, the people suffer when they prosper, the people suffer when they perish! This should be made clear!"

Zhao Yunting stood up suddenly as if he had been injected with chicken blood, his face flushed with excitement.

He picked up the glass, and with trembling hands, he drank the wine in the glass.

"What a great Feng Yin hermit! He really cares about the country. I was not wrong about you. Hahahaha..."

Hearing this, Chu Wen felt guilty.

He just wanted to take good care of the people around him, earn a few million taels of silver, find a few beautiful wives, and seek immortality.

"Old man, sit down, sit down, don't take what the boy is saying seriously."

Chu Wen looked at Zhao Ziyan, whose eyes were full of stars, with a wry smile, and picked up a piece of tofu and ate it awkwardly.

"My friend, there is no need to be modest. If you are not a man with a fierce heart, you will never be able to say such words. Please accept my greetings!"

As Zhao Yunting spoke, he crossed his arms, bent over, and actually saluted Chu Wen.

Chu Wen quickly stood up and helped him: "Old man, what are you doing?"

Seeing this, the good impression Zhao Dezhu had for Chu Wen disappeared by more than half.

He was very particular about etiquette and morality. Seeing that his father gave such a great gift to the boy but the boy didn't even return the gift, he couldn't help but get angry.

Zhao Yunting didn't care. After drinking a cup with Chu Wen, he sat down slowly with a red face and said:

"Alas, just as my friend said in his poem, the country has been peaceful for a long time, but the people are still suffering. I have tried my best but cannot change anything. I am really ashamed of the people and the emperor."

Chu Wen heard this and knew that this old man must be an official. He asked:

"I think the people of Buffalo County live and work in peace and contentment, not like what the old man said."

"Alas, there are only a few Buffalo counties in the world. Even if it is Buffalo County, it is only able to live in a corner because there is no spiritual vein."

"Why is this? Isn't it good to have a spiritual vein?" Chu Wen was puzzled.

"With spiritual veins, there are immortal sects. Those immortal sects draw boundaries at will and turn the people into slaves. The people are controlled everywhere, and what they get is barely enough to fill their stomachs. How can this be good!"

After saying that, Zhao Yunting let out a long sigh.

"Isn't there an Imperial Observatory? Why isn't it being managed?" Chu Wen asked.

"The Imperial Astronomical Bureau can only manage independent cultivators. Those immortal cultivation sects and cultivation families all have their own rules. For the sake of a few mortals, the emperor can't intervene. Alas, the people are suffering."

"Your Majesty? Does Your Majesty have any cultivation?" Chu Wen couldn't help but ask.

"Your Majesty is a man of genius, and naturally has accomplishments, but he also has his own difficulties."

Zhao Yunting said this and drank another glass, his face full of dejection.

Zhao Dezhu felt sad and unhappy when he heard this.

Chu Wen realized that the atmosphere was not right and couldn't drink the wine anymore.

"Let's not talk about this today. Let's just drink. I'll write a poem to help you get in the mood."

He was heard shouting out the door: "Waiter, bring me some pen and ink!"

Zhao Dezhu and his father looked at Chu Wen in confusion, wondering what kind of poem he was going to write.

After a while, the waitress walked into the private room with pen and ink in her hand.

Chu Wen was already half drunk. He stood up staggeringly with a glass of wine, holding a pen in one hand, walked to a white wall, and started writing.

"the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero."

"Success and failure turn empty."

"Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns."

"The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the river bank are used to watching the autumn moon and the spring breeze."

"A pot of turbid wine brings happiness to each other."

"How many things in the past and present are all in the joke."

After writing, he drank the wine in the glass.

After drinking, he still felt unsatisfied, so he simply took advantage of the alcohol and sang in a deep bass:

"The rolling water of the Yangtze River flows eastward..."

The melody started out low and ended up rising, and when it reached the high notes, his throat was hoarse.

After singing Linjiangxian, the stunned Zhao Yunting and his father finally came to their senses.

Zhao Dezhu looked at Chu Wen excitedly. The dissatisfaction he had just felt had long since disappeared with the passionate singing, and only admiration remained.

Zhao Yunting slammed his palm on the table, causing the plates and bowls to clink.

"Great! What a way to say that success and failure are nothing! What a way to say that we are happy to meet over a pot of wine! My friend! Come here quickly! Let's not go home until we are drunk today!"

As he spoke, Zhao Yunting pulled a chair from the side and placed it next to him.

Chu Wen chuckled when he heard that and staggered towards Zhao Yunting.

As a result, he stumbled and almost fell, and Zi Yan hurried forward to help him.

Chu Wen took the opportunity to hug Zi Yan tightly.

Zhao Dezhu's eyes widened and his expression changed immediately, the admiration he had just shown disappeared in an instant.

Under her father's deathly gaze, Zi Yan blushed and helped Chu Wen to sit down next to her grandfather.

Zhao Yunting put his hand on Chu Wen's shoulder and looked at Chu Wen with an auntie smile.

"I never thought that such a talent would be buried in this small county. Come back to the capital with me tomorrow. The emperor will definitely use you!"

"What?"

Chu Wen was confused. "What did you say, uncle? Go to Beijing?"

"That's right! I'm Zhao Yunting, the current Minister of Finance, and I'm here to take you back to the capital!"

After Zhao Yunting finished speaking, he thought Chu Wen would be shocked and bow down, but there was no movement for a long while.

But Chu Wen frowned and said, "I'm not going. I like Buffalo and I'm not going anywhere else."

Now it was Zhao Dezhu and Zhao Yunting's turn to be confused.

Which scholar doesn't want to go to Beijing to become an official and be appreciated by the emperor?

What's going on with this kid?

Zhao Yunting thought Chu Wen was drunk and didn't hear clearly, so he continued:

"Don't worry, my friend. I will protect you after you arrive in Beijing. The emperor will definitely give you an official position."

"I'm not going. Don't say anything, old man. Come on, have a drink."

Chu Wen decisively refused.

He doesn't want to be an official at all. What's so good about being an official? There are people supervising him from above, and he also has to manage so many people below him. It's so tiring.

It was completely contrary to his ideals.

Moreover, the poetic and picturesque scene cannot leave Buffalo, and Chu Wen cannot leave on his own.

The clothes designed by Chu Wen at the front desk are too small, and Liu Jing wears them tight