Datang: My Peerless Talent Has Been Exposed

When I came to the lobby, which had been restored to its normal appearance, I saw, oh, it turned out to be Lao Du, and this was Lao Li's friend, and calling him an old friend was not considered an overstep.

"Old Du, why did you come here alone today? I thought you would come with Lao Li."

Du Ruhui was standing by the wall at the moment admiring Zhang Nuo's framed "Humble Room Inscription", nodding as he read it, looking so intoxicated like drinking nectar that Zhang Nuo was startled when he greeted him.

Du Ruhui turned his head and saw that the shopkeeper Xiao Zhang was coming, and immediately grinned to the ear.

"Shopkeeper Xiao Zhang, you are not kind. I saw the masterpiece you wrote for him in Lao Li's study, and then read the beautiful essay you wrote for yourself. You are obviously a master of both poetry and literature, but you didn't tell me?"

"If I knew it before, my old Du would have to ask you for an answer with a shy face, but it's not too late today, haha, shopkeeper Xiao Zhang, you can't let me go home empty-handed!"

Zhang Nuo also laughed, and this old Du was still talking to himself.

In fact, he doesn't feel much about these things. Poems are ready-made, and they are all in his mind. It is nothing more than writing a few words. How much effort can it take?

So he waved his hand indifferently, and said proudly,

"Don't worry, we are all friends, how can I let you go back empty-handed, let's eat and drink first, and tell me what you want later!"

Du Ruhui grabbed Zhang Nuo, who was about to go into the kitchen to make some side dishes, and said with an apologetic smile,

"No, don't worry about eating and drinking, you can come any day, and you won't die of starvation if you don't eat for a day, but your excellent writing is not common, you write it for me first, let me have my eye addiction, it doesn't matter if I eat or not!"

Seeing that Lao Du was quite resolute, Zhang Nuo nodded indifferently. While telling Gouzi to go to the backyard to get a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, he asked,

"Old Du, tell me, what do you want to write?"

Du Ruhui pondered for a moment, then said slowly,

"A few months ago, when the Turkic soldiers approached the city, I only hated myself as a powerless scholar who could not fight the enemy and stained the battlefield with blood."

"Besides, every time I think about this late at night in the past few months, the more I think about it, the more I feel aggrieved, so I hope that I can ask for a military poem from shopkeeper Xiao Zhang, which can be regarded as a solution to my depression."

Zhang Nuo nodded after hearing this, thinking that Lao Du is still an old cynical youth, he usually seems to be joking, but unexpectedly he is also a passionate young man.

Zhang Nuo closed his eyes and began to think silently. Military poems and frontier poems are simple, but which one to put out still needs to be considered.

At this moment, Gouzi had already brought all the four treasures of the study. Du Ruhui saw that Zhang Nuo was thinking with his eyes closed, so he hurriedly stepped forward to take them, spread them neatly on the table, and started grinding the ink himself.

Not long after, Zhang Nuo finally found a poem in his heart that fit Lao Du's wishes. Although it was not a famous poem written by Li and Du, as a military poem, it seemed to meet Lao Du's requirements.

Zhang Nuo, who already had a plan in mind, opened his eyes sharply, picked up the writing brush at the side, dipped it in ink, and wrote it on the paper without any hesitation, all in one go.

"The beacon fire shines on Xijing, and I feel uneasy. Yazhang resigns from the Phoenix Tower, and the iron cavalry circles the Dragon City."

"The snow is dark and the flag paintings are withered, and the wind is full of drums. It is better to be a centurion than a scholar."

Seeing Zhang Nuo stop writing, Du Ruhui hurried over, but just seeing Zhang Nuo for the first time, Du Ruhui couldn't help shouting,

"It's better to be a centurion than to be a scholar! Shopkeeper Zhang is amazing!"

Chapter 50 Differences among nomads

Du Ruhui finally got his wish and got Zhang Nuo's entry into the army!

"The words are good, and the poems are even better. It almost expresses my old Du's heartfelt words. Shopkeeper Zhang is amazing!"

Du Ruhui was obviously extremely satisfied, and praised Zhang Nuo without any disguise.

Zhang Nuo looked calm, just kidding, buddy, what is the level of poems that future generations can remember?

Those are all famous stories that can be passed down through the ages!

If it weren't for the fact that Lao Du is more honest and nice to speak, would it be Lao Du's turn to do such a good thing?

Just kidding!

You must know that he hasn't fully paid for his hacks now, there are only so many poems in his stomach, and if one is taken out, one will be missing.

At this time, Du Ruhui carefully rolled up the entire page, gently put it aside, and waited to take it away when he returned home later.

The biggest harvest of this visit has come, Du Ruhui is very happy, and the whole person is much more relaxed.

Sipping the fine wine that Zhang Nuoxin made, Lao Du leaned back in his chair so chicly.

In particular, the sentence in the humble room inscription on the wall, "There is no messy ears without strings and bamboos, and there is no hard work without copybooks" really speaks to his heart.

This little shopkeeper here is simply a holy place for laziness.

The cinnamon wine made by Zhang Nuoxin is a perfect match with the slightly greasy meat. A mouthful of meat and a sip of wine, and chatting with the well-informed shopkeeper Xiao Zhang from time to time, it is comfortable and comfortable!

However, there is also a downside, that is, the new wine developed by Zhang Nuo is a bit easy to get drunk.

No, after just one bottle of wine, Du Ruhui's face was already flushed.

Although he was not so drunk that he was in a coma, his voice was much louder.

I don't know if it was stimulated by Zhang Nuo's alcohol today, or the blood in Zhang Nuo's heart was aroused by Zhang Nuo's marching in the army today, or if he is the Minister of the Ministry of War and is concerned about military affairs. Du Ruhui sighed while chatting,

"Brother Zhang, the Turkic people are just a bunch of white-eyed wolves who can't get enough to eat. Don't think they retreated this year, but as long as there is a chance, they will definitely rush over and bite us hard."

Zhang Nuo also drank a lot at the moment, but as a man who drank [-]% baijiu in later generations, this [-]% liquor only made him a little excited.

Zhang Nuo has a very bad habit, that is, he becomes talkative after drinking, and the more he drinks, the more talkative he becomes. If he is at the height of his drinking, he will stop chatting with someone whenever he sees him, and he can't even talk. kind of.

Although it hasn't been completely over at the moment, this feeling of being slightly drunk is actually the most comfortable, so when Du Ruhui lamented the war in the northern border, Zhang Nuo brought his historical knowledge and internet trolls with him The contribution jokes are a bit ready to move.

"Old Du, you don't have to worry about that. Those high-ranking officials and ministers in the imperial court are not the ones who are far-sighted and take the first step to see the next step. You, a small businessman, don't need to worry about it?"