After finishing the conversation with Cheng Chumo and the others, Zhang Feng left.
However, Li Chengqian and the others also successfully removed the task that Zhang Feng gave them.
Last night, they thought for a long time. If they were to draw water from the waterfall, it was almost impossible to accomplish. Now that such a thing had happened, Zhang Feng was not in the mood to teach them what was called the wind water method.
After all, if these students who had nothing better to do were not taught well, then everything they did before would be in vain.
This was the biggest problem.
When Zhang Feng arrived, Yu Shinan and the others burst into laughter in Li Yuan's bamboo house.
The most important thing was that they seemed to still be discussing Zhang Feng's new poem. At the door, three young men wearing linen shirts were standing neatly at the door, reciting the Tao Te Ching over and over again.
Zhang Feng did not care about anything, directly shouting outside the door, "Student Zhang Feng greets several teachers."
When the few people heard this, they suddenly burst into laughter again, "You see, we were just talking about this kid, and he came. Come in, the door is not locked."
When Zhang Feng saw this, he pushed open the door.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw that on the screen in the middle of the room, there was a piece of writing that had just been done, the ink had not yet dried.
This was the poem that Zhang Feng made last night.
Yu Shinan pointed to the poem on the screen and said, "This was written by you last night?"
"Yes, I said it last night, but I did not write it!"
When he heard this, he asked, "Then how did the people in Chang 'an know now, this was also done by you?"
Hearing this, Zhang Feng poured out his grievances.
"Wronged, this student is wronged! This is all because of those damn people, spreading false information. Yes, it was the three bastards outside the door who eavesdropped and spread it out. "
When Yu Shinan heard this, he pointed to a futon below, motioning Zhang Feng to sit down, then he said, "Now, your poem is completely popular. Last night, these three boys relied on your poem to earn three Beggar's Chicken and ten pounds of braised meat, do you know?"
My poem is so worthless?
Zhang Feng's eyes instantly became round.
When Yu Shinan saw this, he laughed and scolded, "So, you think the poem was sold cheap?"
"This was spread from their hands, do you know how much the second hand earned?"
"How much?"
"Three hundred thousand strings!"
"H-!"
Even if Zhang Feng had a hunch, he was still shocked by this number.
Which nouveau riche nouveau riche wanted to buy this?
Come to me!
I don't want more, even if you give me one hundred thousand, I can make a hundred eighty poems for you in one night!
"Don't be so greedy, do you think this is a good thing?"
When Ouyang Xun saw this, he glared at Zhang Feng and scolded him.
In an instant, Zhang Feng immediately put away the greed on his face.
"This student understands!"
Ouyang Xun nodded, "But your poem is excellent. As for the matter of Yu Yu 'er, we don't care. You just need to pay attention to the influence. But Old Man and others give you a piece of advice, stay away from this person, or you won't even know how you died!"
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This woman was so awesome?
Zhang Feng didn't know how to ask, so he just nodded.
"That's enough. There must be a reason for him to come here. Boy, the Old Scholar just went to the waterfall. You call him and we'll discuss the friendly match between Chang 'an University and the Imperial College."
"Oh."
Zhang Feng behaved like an obedient child.
As soon as he went out, he saw the three people at the door and waved his hand, "Go and call the Old Scholar for me."
Then Zhang Feng directly went back to the small bamboo house, regardless of whether they were willing or not.
The few of them acted as if they didn't see him. They sipped their tea as they surrounded the piece of calligraphy and commented on it.
After a while, the Old Scholar hurried into the bamboo house. At this time, they sat down reluctantly. After sitting down, Yu Shinan looked at the Old Scholar and said, "Brother Zihuai, you should tell us about the situation at the foot of the mountain."
The Old Scholar looked at Zhang Feng and said, "I have told Fengzi about the situation at the foot of the mountain yesterday. The current situation is that we can either form our own Cuju team or change the method. Brother Boji and I have discussed it in Chang 'an University. If it doesn't work, we can use Fengzi's military knowledge. Aren't Old Yu and the others training now? When the time comes, we can call people from their place and win for sure. "
Yu Shinan and the others stopped smiling and stroked their beards. After a while, Ouyang Xun said, "Although it seems like there is no problem, military knowledge still belongs to generals and is biased towards our academy. Therefore, the Old Man thinks that it is better to have a Cuju team."
"What do you think? Didn't you just compose a poem last night? We are all Confucian scholars. Why don't we compete in poetry? "
"I think so. His talent in poetry is unparalleled. Moreover, if we can win the Imperial College, Chang 'an University and our White Deer College's reputation will soar again!"
The few of them discussed heatedly. On the contrary, Zhang Feng felt that he had come to the wrong place.
Once you've discussed this matter, just let me know and it'll be fine!
Do you want me to sit here and listen to you argue?
Do you have to?
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