Da Jin

When Sima Yu was fighting wits and courage in Luoyang, Zhou Fuli was not idle.

Under the big elm tree in the yard, tables and stools are neatly arranged.

Taking advantage of the good weather, Zhou Fuli was practicing calligraphy.

"Little bench, how is my handwriting?"

"The handwriting of the little sage is very beautiful, it is the most beautiful handwriting that the little bench has ever seen." The little sycophant, the little bench, stretched out his mouth and said, in fact, what characters does he know.

Zhou Fuli smiled, "Little Bench, is your father's injury healed?"

The small bench rolled his eyes with a smile, "My father took the doctor's medicine, and now he can get out of bed and walk around. It won't be long before he can go up the mountain to cut firewood."

This period of time is definitely the happiest time for Little Bench. Not only can he have enough to eat, but his father's illness is also cured, and his mother won't cry alone in the middle of the night.

Children generally can't sit still, but he can be happy for a long time just sitting there quietly watching Zhou Fuli practice calligraphy, always with a satisfied smile on his face.

At this time, a voice came from a few children on the side, "It's your turn to grind the small bench, will you push it?"

Several children were lining up in the yard to grind the mill, grinding the sun-dried locusts into powder, and then putting them into burlap bags. They had already ground several burlap bags.

The mill was bought by Zhou Fuli, and it was specially used to grind locust powder.

The little bench got up and ran towards the stone mill, "Little saint, I'm going to grind the mill."

Zhou Fuli shook his head amusedly. These children thought pushing the stone mill was very fun, and they lined up in the yard to play, and no one would let anyone else.

Children's fun is really not something adults can understand.

Zhou Fuli handed the written words to Zhimo who was grinding ink on the small stool next to him, "Put it away."

Zhimo took it in a straight-forward manner, did the little sage finally burn the writing?In his opinion, this is normal. The little sage has burnt a lot of words in the past few days, and piled up several pots of ashes.

Zhou Fuli has consciously strengthened his speaking and writing practice over the past few days. Now, as long as he pays attention, his speaking speed is almost the same as that of a normal person, and his ligatures have recovered to a point.

After all, they are all things that his body knew before, and the bits and pieces of the past are also stored in his brain, plus the muscle memory is much more magical than imagined.

Zhou Fuli glanced in the direction of the firewood room again, counting the time, within ten days, his duck eggs should be hatching soon.

Everything seemed to be going in a good direction, and it was all in his plan.

However, Zhou Fuli frowned and looked at an invitation card on the table, and it was Sima Yu who signed it.

"What does it mean that this dog suddenly sent himself an invitation?"

Shouldn't Sima Yu be busy using the method he taught him to enrich the small treasury and harvest public opinion?

The children's fund in Luoyang, which is making a lot of noise, has even heard of it in a remote place like him. Every day, many foodies come here specifically to eat skewers at the small bench and their shop, and spread the news of Luoyang.

Zhou Fuli frowned. If it was someone else's invitation, he could find a reason to refuse it, but this is the emperor's invitation.

Picking up the invitation, "I didn't write a specific reason, just such a lonely invitation for myself to go."

They don't offend each other now, and to put it further, I barely helped him solve two troublesome things, so I shouldn't embarrass myself at this time, right?

Perhaps it was to convince himself, Zhou Fuli thought this way, this is the era when imperial power is supreme, and most of the time he can't help himself.

Zhou Fuli thought, his speech has almost returned to the level of a normal person now, and his writing can be seen by others. As long as he is not allowed to recite poems on the spot, relying on his understanding of his life in his mind, he does not have to walk as fast as he did at the beginning. struggling.

As for Sima Yu, a scumbag student, it is impossible to invite him to some poetry banquet. Sima Yu avoids these things, so he doesn't have to worry about encountering such a scene.

"It seems that you can't avoid it, so let's go." Zhou Fuli said helplessly, "Just slowly integrate myself into this world."

He understood a truth from the very beginning, blindly escaping must not work, and he must integrate into it.

Now that I have decided to go to Luoyang, some things still need to be explained clearly.

For example, the duck eggs in the firewood house, and the locusts drying in the yard are waiting.

These children are doing it in the first place, so let them pay attention at most.

Zhou Fuli asked Xiaobaneng and Tiedan to take the lead and lead these children to get these things done while he was away.

The little bench and Tie Dan were overjoyed, they felt that they had reached the pinnacle of their lives, and their little chests slapped.

……

Early the next morning, Zhou Fuli took Zhimo and asked Uncle Zhang and Aunt Lin to prepare the carriage and headed for Luoyang.

The little milk dog Haitang was also taken care of by a group of children.

After leaving Luoyang for nearly a month, Zhou Fuli had a different feeling when he came back here again.

Regarding this ancient capital city, Zhou Fuli hadn't had time to see it yet. Although he was already familiar with the city in his stored memory, it was a memory after all, and it was quite different from seeing it with his own eyes.

It was clearly sunny in the morning, but Zhou Fuli felt that the ancient city in front of him was a bit oppressive as the sunset and the western mountains. If the locust plague on the heads of the people of Dajin was not resolved for a day, they would not be able to truly open their hearts.

When the carriage drove into the city, it became more energetic, the bustling crowd, the cries of vendors...

The carriage was about to drive towards the palace, but was stopped by a grim-faced old man taking small steps.

"Little sage, the nobleman is waiting over there, please move over to the servant's house."

Although the old man was wearing casual clothes, Zhou Fuli knew him. The old man who had been with Sima Yu was surnamed Hong. Although he was so old that his face was wrinkled, as if he was about to enter a coffin at any time, even Zhou Fuli's teacher left Prime Minister Yong wanted to call him Eunuch Hong. He was an old senior in the palace. He not only followed the old emperor, but even the ancestor emperor was served by him, and now he is by Sima Yu's side.

Zhou Fuli was a little surprised. The place where Sima Yu invited him was not in the palace?

This is interesting, I don't know what kind of gourd Sima Yu is selling.

However, Eunuch Hong came forward, Zhou Fuli didn't need to be suspicious, and bowed, "Please lead the way, Eunuch."

Eunuch Hong stepped aside, not daring to accept the gift.

It is said that Zhou Fuli is the dogma of scholars and a monument of etiquette, so this Eunuch Hong is definitely the one with the strictest rules in the palace.

Stopping in front of a shop, Zhou Fuli moved his nose. There was no disturbance on the surface, but he was a little surprised in his heart. Could this shop be...

Sure enough, as he walked into the shop, the hot smell came from the shop. This is a skewer shop.

So His Majesty, the majestic Jin, invited him to meet at a skewer shop?this……

And look at this crowded and noisy scene, even the diners didn't drive away?

The business is really booming, even hotter than the small bench and their shop. That's right, this is Luoyang, where people come and go, and the flow of people has increased many times.

But what the hell is Sima Yu doing?

Zhimo and Uncle Zhang were left below, while Zhou Fuli went up to the second floor with doubts.

No. [-] Tianzi on the second floor, as soon as you walk in, the noisy sound and the unique pungent smell are less.

As soon as he entered the private room, Zhou Fuli saw Sima Yu's head raised high like a proud rooster.

Zhou Fuli: "..."

What is this dog doing?

To be honest, when Zhou Fuli walked in like a breeze and a bright moon, Sima Yu shrunk his neck subconsciously. He always felt that the originally stuffy air had cooled down.

However, today he came to show off to Zhou Fuli, he was bullied every day, and today he finally turned around, how could he show weakness.

Without waiting for Zhou Fuli to salute, Sima Yu went straight to the point, eagerly, "Teacher, what do you think of this shop I opened?"

He raised his head so that his nostrils were turned upside down, for fear that others would not know that he was here to show off.

Eunuch Hong at the door cooperatively opened the curtain so that Zhou Fuli could clearly see the lively scene of people crowded in the shop.

Eunuch Hong was also a little emotional. The old emperor handed over the little emperor to him. Seeing that the little emperor has been weak and bullied everywhere for the past three years, he felt uncomfortable, but he also knew his duty. He can only watch from the sidelines.

Now that the little emperor has finally accomplished something, especially the children's fund, who is not surprised and inexplicably surprised now, and he is also deeply gratified.

If we say which one of the Great Jin is the most loyal to the imperial family, it is definitely not the ministers at the top, but the old man with a wrinkled face. Since His Majesty has appointed Sima Yu as the current emperor, even if Sima Yu is really incompetent, He also supports it wholeheartedly. It doesn't matter if you say he is stupid and loyal, or you can say that he is good at everything, he is such a person.

It's really similar to Zhou Fuli in the past. When he admitted his death, ten horses couldn't pull him back.

Eunuch Hong also understood why the little emperor didn't even care about the small talk, and was so eager to show off in front of Zhou Fuli. In the little emperor's heart, Zhou Fuli was a mountain, a mountain so perfect that it seemed to have no merits.

So as soon as the little emperor made some achievements, he immediately wanted Zhou Fuli to see him, wanting to be recognized by the other party.

I have to say that the little emperor is still a little too immature. He is the majesty of the Jin Dynasty, the most honorable person in the Jin Dynasty, so why does anyone need to admit what he does?

Zhou Fuli looked at the haughty Sima Yu in front of him, looking like a sand sculpture who was about to praise my uncle, the corner of his mouth almost twitched.

Then I looked at the crowded diners outside, the water stains stepped on the ground, the messy skewers in the corner, and the pungent smoke in the confined space. Winding...

If it is in modern times, let alone diners in such an environment, it is estimated that they will be reported and fined to the point where their mother will not even admit it if they do not survive a day.

Zhou Fuli really wanted to praise Sima Yu against his will. Really, how could they have eased their relationship?

But... from the moment he stepped into the shop, he couldn't bear it anymore.

This shop can last for a long time. His name is written upside down. Don’t think that the recipes are so complicated. Don’t think that the chefs in ancient times didn’t have many brushes. Zhou Fuli is sure that the recipes will be speculated in a short time. come out.

Don't others dare to grab Sima Yu's business?Ordinary people really dare not, but those royal family members, even some wealthy families?Everyone dared to fight against Sima Yu in the court, let alone a mere business.

When competitors appear, it will be strange if the shop can continue to operate as it is now.

Zhou Fuli felt that his skin was thick enough, but talking nonsense with his eyes open was really...

Amidst Sima Yu's excited expression, Zhou Fuli's cold and brief voice finally came out.

"Messy, smoky, filthy, useless."

He really didn't want to use too many words to attack the little emperor, Zhou Fuli was afraid that he would not be able to bear it.

The voice blew towards Sima Yu like a piercing cold wind, and Sima Yu's expression was frozen on his face, looking very funny.

One... useless?

As if some mechanism had been touched, Sima Yu glared at Zhou Fuli as if he wanted to eat someone, and his eyes were red.

If Zhou Fuli was a piece of meat now, he would definitely tear it to pieces before eating it.

Why?He managed to accomplish something that everyone praised, but Zhou Fuli still looked down on him as always.

For the past few days, he had always thought that Zhou Fuli should be facing him, otherwise he wouldn't have given him advice, but now he gave him a sap all of a sudden, and his tail that just raised up fell into the mud in the ground.