Straight man of steel

Chapter 4 Brother Xiaoyuan is too polite

Zhuo Wenjun asked Zhang Yuan to leave just like that, Zhang Yuan didn't know if Guanshi Li would feel uncomfortable.

After all, he regarded himself as his son an hour ago, so he didn't know what mood he would be in now.

When we returned to Zhuo Mansion, it was already very late at night. Although Zhang Yuan went out from here, he had completely lost all the memories of the previous master on this body, so he still felt very strange. Later, Zhuo Wenjun still didn't talk to Zhang Yuan anymore, he just ordered his maid to find a place for Zhang Yuan and then left.

Looking around everything, Zhang Yuan suddenly felt relaxed.

"Oh my god, I haven't seen such a comfortable place in the past three months. It's a single room, not bad."

There were also two sets of clothes that could be changed and washed beside the bed. Zhang Yuan immediately changed out of his stinky coarse linen clothes when he saw it.

For the first time in such a long time, Zhang Yuan felt that he was alive like a human being. The numbness he felt when he was in the workshop really made him have enough.

"What the hell, if Zhuo Wenjun asks me to accompany her, what should I do with my blacksmithing task?"

After finishing the ironwork today, Zhang Yuan was so tired that he didn't even check the task progress on the system.

"How Steel Is Made: Cutting Iron Like Clay: The Number of Strikes on Metal Products Using a Blacksmith's Hammer (230/[-])
Rewards for completing the task: water blowing method technology and detailed explanation of blueprints. "

After seeing this progress, Zhang Yuan's heart was almost half cold.

"It's only a quarter, Grandpa, I have just been promoted to become an apprentice blacksmith, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to complete this task if I get cold.

snort, snort, snort"

Zhang Yuan, who was worried about the inability to complete the system task a second ago, fell asleep with his head tilted after touching the bed.

The next day, the sun was shining on Zhang Yuan's buttocks and he woke up. There was nothing in the room except the bed. Zhang Yuan subconsciously wanted to wash his face. After seeing the surrounding environment, he immediately gave up.

It seems like he hasn't washed his face in three months. He even took a shower outside the room when it was dark and raining. Fortunately, he didn't travel through the winter, otherwise he would get a fever after taking a bath like this. Yes, in this era, it might just die.

When I came last night, it was already dark, Zhang Yuan hadn't seen what the Zhuo Mansion looked like before, so he opened the door to have a look.

"I'll go, this is more than a hundred times stronger than that workshop."

The wooden piles and the walls were all painted with paint, together with the black tiles on the roof and the small courtyard in the middle, it looks like an old Beijing courtyard.

"It's great, no one calls me to work, no one urges me to get up, this kind of life is what I want."

Today's weather is much better than yesterday's. The sun is shining on his body, which makes him feel comfortable. Zhang Yuan, who just woke up, suddenly feels the sequelae caused by swinging the hammer yesterday.

The muscles on the arms began to be extremely sore, thinking about maintaining a healthy body is the kingly way.It happened that there was a big rock in the middle of the yard, so Zhang Yuan just lay down on it, enjoying the hard-won comfort.

Not long after, he fell asleep again and had a dream.

In the dream, he seemed to be in a sea of ​​flowers, and there was a girl in a white dress in the middle of the sea of ​​flowers. Although he couldn't see her face clearly, Zhang Yuan knew that this girl must be beautiful. Zhang Yuan ran towards the girl, but how could he run? He couldn't even get close to the girl until he tripped over a rock under his feet.

"Made, that wicked person put a stone in the flower field."

"you're awake?"

As soon as the familiar voice came out, Zhang Yuan realized that he was dreaming just now, and then someone seemed to kick him off the rock.

"Miss, the villain hit iron for the first time yesterday, and his whole body was sore and unbearable, so he rested for a while, please don't blame me, Miss."

Zhang Yuan got up quickly, lowered his head and begged Zhuo Wenjun for forgiveness.

"Okay, I just remembered that I didn't tell you what to do in the mansion yesterday. I think you have a good literary talent, so stay with me and be a book boy."

Zhuo Wenjun's book boy is much higher than those blacksmith apprentices. He seems to have become a high-ranking servant. Once this identity is revealed, he feels superior.

"Thank you, miss, for your appreciation."

"Mr. An, stay here, I will ask Xiaoqing to prepare some letters for you, today you will stay in the room and transcribe your poems one by one, and give them to me tomorrow.

I will also ask Xiaoqing to bring you the meals. Remember that the Zhuo Mansion is very big and there are many rules. Don't walk around in the mansion without my permission on weekdays. "

Although he has become a book boy, Zhang Yuan is still very respectful in front of Zhuo Wenjun.

"Here, the villain knows it all, Miss, don't worry, the villain will not cause trouble for the eldest lady."

After Zhuo Wenjun left, her personal maid named Xiaoqing took three servants and moved a table and written letters into Zhang Yuan's room.

After Zhang Yuan thanked the maid several times, he began to arrange these things.

Thinking that there is no chair but only a cushion, Zhang Yuan moved the table to the bed, saying that the table is actually about the same size as the coffee table of later generations, and it is not very high, so it just fits on the bed.

The slips were all newly cut and woven together. Although Zhang Yuan knew how to write official script, this was his first time writing on the slips.

After carefully transcribing the two five-character poems he chanted in front of Zhuo Wenjun yesterday, Zhang Yuan encountered difficulties.

Copying poems has to be done with a certain degree. If Zhang Yuan copied all the poems and songs in his mind, Zhuo Wenjun would not be scared to death, and he would just kneel on the ground and let Zhang Yuan lick it comfortably.

Although Zhang Yuan also wanted to do this, but after thinking about it, as a top ten young man in the new century, he naturally had to understand the truth of the long flow of water.

"Then let's copy ten of his poems first, how can I copy them, let the poems of those predecessors be carried forward in my hands.

Yes, that’s it, carry it forward.hey-hey. "

After thinking about it, Zhang Yuan picked up the pen and began to transcribe on the letter.

Copying poems is also learned. Cao Cao's poems like Duke Zhou vomited and nourished the world and returned to his heart must not be copied. If they are copied out, they will die, and the Zhuo family will have to die with him.

Since Laozi's poems cannot be copied, let's copy his son's.

Writing on bamboo slips was tiring and troublesome, but as Zhang Yuan gradually became familiar with it, his speed gradually increased.

By the time Xiaoqing delivered his meal at noon, he had finished copying his poems.

"Xiao Qing, is Missy in the mansion now?"

Xiaoqing is not very old, probably two years younger than Zhang Yuan, he should be very lively, and not so defensive towards others.

Hearing Zhang Yuan ask her where Zhuo Wenjun was going, she didn't ask why, and told Zhang Yuan directly.

"Yeah, Missy is eating right now, and she might take a nap after eating."

After finishing the millet porridge Xiaoqing sent in one gulp, Zhang Yuan wiped the corners of his mouth.

"Then trouble Xiaoqing, after you go back to the eldest lady later, bring me a sentence, just say that all the poems and essays have been transcribed, and ask the eldest lady if you want to read it now."

"Brother Xiaoyuan is being polite, Xiaoqing doesn't think it's troublesome, I'll go back and send a message."

Xiao Qing had been gone for quite a while, Zhang Yuan was still immersed in Xiao Qing's voice, Xiao Yuan's brother, and did not recover.

(End of this chapter)