The Great Wilderness Helping His Wife

"We invite you, but we just want to learn more about the customs and culture of Jin. Do you really think that you are a great Confucian in the world?"

"I don't have the knowledge of great Confucianism, but I have learned ten percent of it!"

"If you really want to have that strength of character, don't accept money if you are offered!"

"Fortunately, you are still a businessman, don't you know the truth of doing business with a smile when you receive the money?"

"You took the money, and you still want to come and be an ancestor?"

"I, Zhao Ritian, just turned eighteen this year, and I have written hundreds of poems. You, an old dog, want to be my teacher?"

Fang Yiru was so angry that he trembled all over, pointing at Zhao Hao's mouth tremblingly: "You, you..."

Now, the other two gentlemen couldn't stand it any longer, and immediately scolded him.

"Zhao Hao! You are too arrogant, don't think that you will be defiant after writing two poems."

"Mr. Fang is a highly respected gentleman in the state of Jin. How can you allow your words to slander him?"

Zhao Hao chuckled: "I'm telling the truth just to slander him? You said he was a man of virtue, but I only saw that he was self-respecting, relying on the old to sell the old, judging his superiority by his birth, and taking money to do nothing. You said he was respected, I only saw him covered in money, hiding in our barbarian land to make money! Can the so-called high morality be said by words?"

These words left the two old men speechless.

Young people from several countries were also blushed by what they said, but they couldn't find any words to refute.If he was really highly respected, how could Fang Yiru be dispatched to a barren country by his family?

The black-faced man was also very excited, and wanted to say a few words with momentum.

But after holding it in for a long time, I finally choked out those four familiar words.

"My son is a great talent!"

Zhao Hao smiled at his fans, and then shouted: "Where is Lao Yang!"

As soon as the voice fell, a figure fell from the wall.

Lao Yang bowed slightly: "Master, here we come!"

Zhao Hao sneered: "Go to the study and bring all the poems I wrote before!"

"Yes!"

Lao Yang responded lightly, then jumped up and disappeared over the wall.

After only three breaths, he jumped out with a stack of thick papers in his arms.

Zhao Hao took it, and walked up to Fang Yiru, shaking the paper in his hand: "I'll let you count, how many songs are there!"

Fang Yiru's face was extremely exciting, but he still said stubbornly: "What if you wrote more poems in the past? Huangkou, do you dare to compete with the old man for poetry?"

"cut!"

Zhao Hao looked at him sympathetically: "If everything in the past doesn't count, why do you use that mere reputation as a scholar of the Jin Kingdom to go around? If everything in the past doesn't count, doesn't that mean that all beings are equal? What's the difference between being a bitch?"

Fang Yiru was furious: "You..."

Zhao Hao interrupted him directly: "If you want to compete with me in poetry, you can! But you at least prove that you are on the same level as me! I will post these poems on the wall of Zhen Guofu.

Fang Daxiu can rest assured, I will paste a blank sheet of paper next to each poem, as long as you can write or have written a poem of similar quality, fill it in the blank, and when you fill it up, I will When will I fight poetry with you!

I'll give you a hundred days, before you fill it up, don't even think about leaving the capital of my deserted country. If you can't fill it up in a hundred days, I want you to kneel in front of the Zhenguo Mansion and shout 'Invincible in the Huangguo Literary World'.Don't take chances, our Zhen Guofu has this strength! "

Fang Yiru looked at the thick stack in Zhao Hao's hands, and couldn't help feeling a little weak in his calves.

So many poems!

You let me fill it up in a hundred days?

He dared to come to Zhen Guo Mansion to be a teacher, so he was naturally quite capable. He dared to compete with Zhao Hao in poetry just now, so he naturally had a few proud poems in his hands.

So what if Zhao Hao is as talented as he is?

Can writing a few poems in a short period of time be better than mine?

He made a lot of calculations, but he didn't expect Zhao Hao to see through his thoughts at a glance.

More than 100 poems!

How long does it take to make this?

Fang Yiru was about to go crazy. He was about to say something when he saw the black-faced man approaching again.

"You, what do you want to do?"

Fang Yiru hid behind the other two gentlemen, for fear that the black-faced man would hit them again.

The black-faced man looked at him like a fool: "What are you doing? Get your money back! We asked you to come over as a teacher, but you didn't teach anything, so you knew how to show off. Why? You think this daughter belongs to you? "

Fang Yiru: "..."

Chapter 87: Have we lost money? (four more)

"Oh!"

The gate of the Zhen Guo Mansion was closed, the carriage was taken away, and the people of Huangguo also dispersed with a smile, leaving only a group of people from the five Central Plains countries standing still.

"What a shame!"

Fang Yiru stood there, his body trembling violently.

The others also looked at each other in blank dismay. They originally wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to suppress Zhao Hao's arrogance. It would be even better if they could suppress the literary world of Huangguo.

Unexpectedly, he was so scolded by a yellow-mouthed child that he was speechless and couldn't even lift his head.

Hit, but nonetheless.

Scold, but scold.

even money...

The other two gentlemen touched their empty pockets and couldn't help but wry smiles.

Three hundred gold...

Although it is not particularly much, but compared to the labor paid, it is already a sky-high price.

"Mr. Fang, let's go first!"