Chapter 196
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"It seems that Lao Li and the rest have messed up the cooperative!"
Zhang Feng was lying on a recliner by the door as he listened to Gouzi, whose face was covered in snot, spittle flying everywhere.
Zhang Feng couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
"Brother Zhang Feng, let me tell you! Early this morning, I saw signs hanging at the entrance of a few banks opened by the officials. I asked Lao Xiu to take a look, and he said that it was a closed day. At the entrance of the shops, the people looked as if they were possessed. Their eyes were bloodshot. "
"And I heard from the guards at the entrance that there were thousands of people outside the city gates last night. They heard that Chang 'an was distributing money, so they came overnight."
"But I don't know why, but the officials didn't care about it. They acted as if they didn't see it. I heard that the banks in Ping An Lane gave out about a few million taels of silver yesterday!"
"Tsk tsk, I don't know how many steamed buns can be bought with a few million taels of silver. I heard that one steamed bun costs five copper coins!"
In the world of children, they were not interested in anything except for eating, which was considered to be very clear on the subject.
But at this moment, Gouzi was also dumbfounded.
To him, a few million taels of silver was money that he had never seen before. How much money did it cost him to force a bank to close down?
But these words had a different meaning in Zhang Feng's ears.
"Gouzi, go and find Lao Xiu. Tell him that I want to drink with him!"
Zhang Feng waved his hand. Gouzi heard this, wiped his nose with his tanned arms, and then hurried away.
He didn't even wear grass shoes.
He waved his hand and let the little boy beside him enter the house.
Zhang Feng then slowly went to the kitchen and brought a big pot of steamed buns and a big basket of steamed buns. Under the burning gaze of Zhu Zi and the others, Zhang Feng put the pot of steamed buns and the basket of steamed buns on the table.
"Don't fight. The older ones, let the younger ones come one by one. That, little girl, why are you hiding behind? Here, take this lamb leg. "
Xiao Ya, who was hiding in the corner and didn't dare to step forward, suddenly had a greasy and steaming bone stick in her hand.
Xiao Ya smiled sweetly. She took two steamed buns from the basket and ran away in a hurry.
Zhang Feng shook his head slightly.
He didn't care about it.
But inadvertently, he saw the old Elementary Scholar stroking his beard and smiling at the door. Behind him, he stared at Zhu Zhu, who was holding a large piece of meat and eating it with relish. Zhu Zhu's eyes flashed with a fierce light.
"Come on, dog, there's a big pot on the stove. Bring it up and let's eat together!"
"Alright!"
Hearing this, Gou 'zi ran away with a smile on his face.
"Hahaha! Brother Zhang Feng, you're really … This old man thinks that he's well-read, but this old man admires your actions! "
"If there were more people like you in the world, then our Tang Dynasty would not be afraid of being strong and prosperous! Where is the chaos of war in this world? "
"That day will come!"
Zhang Feng smiled.
"Come, come, come. Old Elementary Scholar, please sit!"
"It's too boring to be alone, so I came to drink with you to relieve my boredom. Damn Zhu Zhu's father, I can't drink with him. That guy was born to be a slave!"
"And Old He, too. He always wants to find a wife for me. Sigh! You're still the best! "
Zhang Feng sighed.
He took a jar of wine from the counter and two wine cups and sat opposite the old Elementary Scholar.
The old Elementary Scholar looked at Gou 'zi, who was holding a big pot of meat and eating it with his head lowered. He chided with a smile, "Eat slowly. No one is going to fight with you. Aren't you afraid of choking to death?"
"Hahaha! No way! My mother said that I'm easy to feed! "
Gou 'zi wiped his mouth.
He grinned.
The old Elementary Scholar smiled.
She took the wine cup that Zhang Feng handed to her and took a sip of it.
"Your wine is still the best!"
"This wine is like you. Although it's clear, it's extremely mellow. Why don't a young man like you want to enter the imperial court and become an official? Instead, here … "
"Hey! Old Elementary Scholar, you're here too! "
Zhang Feng was speechless.
"The matter of becoming an official is not urgent. It's not something that can be rushed. It depends on fate!"
The old Elementary Scholar was excited.
"With your abilities, you …" Ye Zichen was stunned.
"Me! I just want to drink today and enjoy today. If I can settle down in tens of thousands of rooms, then I will definitely bless the poor people of the world! That's the life of an immortal! "
Hearing this.
The wine cup in the old Elementary Scholar's hand fell on the table with a 'bang'. He asked with a trembling voice, "Was that a poem you recited just now?"
"This … was done by you?"
"Er …"
"This is a poem written by a senior. I was fortunate enough to hear it. But that senior is no longer in this world."
"Sigh!"
The old Elementary Scholar's eyes dimmed slightly.
"What a pity!"
"To be able to recite such a good poem, he must be a great scholar. Do you know the name of that person?"
Zhang Feng shook his head.
He could not say that the person who wrote this poem had not been born yet, could he?
Wouldn't that be sending the old Elementary Scholar away?
Zhang Feng shook his head and said, "Old Elementary Scholar, let me ask you. Do you know what happened on the street?"
"Yes!"
The old Elementary Scholar's wrinkled face was filled with seriousness.
"This matter has been spread all over the neighborhood. I also went to take a look."
Zhang Feng heard this and asked, "What do you think of this matter?"
"What do you think?"
The old Elementary Scholar shook his head slightly.
"A failure, a complete failure!"
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