Farming in another world to make a fortune

Yu Wenliang was young and vigorous, and immediately blushed when he heard the intentional stabbing words, and wanted to step forward to reason.

Yu Zhou stretched out his hand to block him quickly, then turned his head slowly, squinted his eyes and looked up at the speaker, his expression was indifferent, and there was no sign of irritation in his eyes.

This way of looking at people, whether it is the person being looked at or in the eyes of bystanders, feels extremely contemptuous.

The man didn't achieve his goal of ridiculing Yu Zhou, instead, he was stared at like this, he couldn't swallow his breath, and immediately shouted: "Why do you have long eyes, can you look at people well?"

Yu Zhou replied unhurriedly: "Why is your mouth so long, can you speak well?"

He finished his words, and suddenly there was an unscrupulous "噗呲" sound from beside him.

Yu Zhou turned his head and saw a scholar in white clothes holding a folding fan in one hand and covering his stomach with the other, bending over with a smile.

"Tao Jiang, what do you mean?" the person opposite Yu Zhou asked with a dark face.

"I said Cui Tong, you are too domineering, aren't you?" The scholar named Tao Jiang straightened up, "Just now you were allowed to satirize others sharply, and others were not allowed to refute, but now you can't even laugh at others. gone?"

Only then did Yu Zhou know that this person was called Cui Tong, but after thinking about it, he couldn't think of anything related to Cui Tong, so he remained silent.

A person who wants to find fault doesn't need you to talk at all, and you don't even need to give him an extra look, he will just keep talking.

Cui Tong is like this.

After he glanced at Yu Zhou contemptuously, he sneered and said, "Tao Jiang, do you know who he is? Just help him speak."

"Oh~ You know this brother so well, but tell me about it. Tao would like to hear more about it." Tao Jiang held the folding fan in his right hand and patted the palm of his left hand, putting away the folding fan as if listening attentively.

Cui Tong raised his chin triumphantly, "He is the same gentleman as me, can I not understand him?"

This time, without waiting for Tao Jiang to say anything, someone else said, "I never heard that Mr. Tang has a student named Yu."

"Of course not Mr. Tang," Cui Tong said, "I don't know if you remember, but before Mr. Tang, I paid homage to Mr. Kong, but Mr. Kong passed away two years ago."

Someone next to him who remembered nodded, "So he was a student who was with you before under Mr. Kong's school?"

"Exactly," Cui Tong said, "he studied under Mr. Kong for more than two years and almost three years. Not only can he not finish reciting "The Analects of Confucius", but his writing is like an earthworm crawling. I don't know how he knows that we are here. Those who hold the climbing meeting here only know that if such a person is allowed to participate, it does not mean that any mountain villager can sneak in and treat the climbing meeting that we value as something."

As soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of a few more rigid scholars beside him immediately changed, "The ones who can come to participate in the climbing meeting are all their own favorite students recommended by the gentlemen in our town. Of course, we can't let everyone in."

Cui Tong nodded, looking like he was giving alms, "That's why I said just now to let him quit and chop some firewood to go back, so we don't have to be bad guys to chase people away."

Yu Zhou didn't speak all the time, just waiting for him to give more information. Now that he felt that it was almost done, he tilted his head and asked with a smile, "Brother Cui is not a fortune-teller by Zhenxi Bridge, how do you know that I don't have a husband?" Recommendation? Did brother Cui learn from that fortune teller?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Cui Tong was furious. He was going to be an official, so how could he be confused with the fortune teller by the bridge.

"Brother Cui, calm down," said the scholar who echoed Cui Tong and said that no one could be allowed in. "He's just pissing you off."

Cui Tong came back to his senses, still angrily, "Then you mean you have a husband? If I don't know all the gentlemen in the town who are qualified to accept students, I know ten of them, but I haven't heard of anyone I accepted a student like you."

"His husband is my grandfather." Yu Wenliang finally seized the opportunity to speak.

"Your grandfather is—"

Cui Tonghua didn't speak, but was interrupted by Tao Jiang, "It is estimated that some brothers don't know this little brother, so I will introduce myself to you. He is the grandson of Mr. Yu Wenshi, Yu Wenliang."

"You...how is it possible!" Cui Tong's eyes widened.

Yu Zhou smiled, "Mr. is the elder of our clan, so there is nothing impossible."

He has been studying with his husband for nearly half a year, so he naturally knows how knowledgeable his husband is, but he didn't expect that he is quite famous in the eyes of this group of scholars.It seems that after going back, I have to thank my husband for giving him the opportunity to slap him in the face this time.

"Although sir is very important, it still depends on the students themselves whether they can get grades." It was the scholar just now who said such incendiary words.

Yu Zhou frowned slightly, not understanding why this person targeted him so much.

Cui Tong seemed to be woken up, and said with a smile: "Brother An is right. Some people can't write correctly for a few years. I don't believe that after two years, they will be able to be outstanding."

Yu Zhou shook his head, "Brother Cui is also a scholar, you should know that you should look at me with admiration for three days, you and I haven't seen each other for two years, but you still look at me with the eyes of two years ago, such ignorant behavior, is a mountain villager Hearing it will make you feel contemptuous.”

"Whether it's worth looking at with admiration or not, don't you know if you compare it?" Some people who watch the excitement don't think it's a big deal, "Today is a climbing meeting, and it's not a meeting of strong words. You each compose a poem, whether you are superior or inferior Is there a verdict?"

Yu Zhou glanced at the speaker, cupped his hands and said, "Yu thinks that Xiongtai's idea is very good."

Having said that, it is estimated that Cui Tong will not get any more information related to the past, and it is really not good to continue arguing like this. It really should be resolved immediately.

So he looked at Cui Tong again and asked, "What do you think, brother Cui?"

"Bijibi, will I still lose to you?" Cui Tong raised his chin, pointed to the ginkgo tree not far away, and said, "Let's use those two ginkgoes as the theme and write a poem for each."

Tao Jiang took a step forward and said, "Ginkgo isn't you just now..."

Yu Zhou shook his head at him, signaling that he doesn't care.

When he came over just now, he happened to hear that these people gathered together to discuss the matter of using ginkgo to write poems, and some of them even wrote it.

But since Cui Tong wants to have an advantage in this aspect, he doesn't have any psychological burden to take out the poems he wrote before as if he just wrote them.

After Cui Tong accepted the competition, the book boy he brought took out the pen and ink, and placed it on the big stone next to it.

Yu Zhou and Yu Wenliang planned to rub He Yunqi's pen and ink later, so neither of them brought these things. At this time, He Yunqi hadn't come yet, so it was inevitable to be a little embarrassed.

Seeing that the two of them only turned their heads to look at the ginkgo tree, Tao Jiang came up to him after pondering for a while and said, "Do you need me to lend Brother Yu a pen and ink?"

Yu Zhou cupped his hands, "Thank you Brother Tao."

"It's a trivial matter." Tao Jiang waved his hand, then turned his head and told the book boy to set his pen and ink.

Yu Zhou walked around the ginkgo tree a few times, and when Cui Tong started to write, he followed back to the place where the pen and ink were placed.

Tao Jiang was originally watching from Cui Tong's side, but when he saw that Yu Zhou was also starting to write, he came out of the crowd waving his folding fan, and squeezed in front of Yu Zhou.

Yu Zhou didn't have the time to pay attention to these things. He thought about it, and according to the scenery he had just seen and his feelings, he slightly changed a poem about ginkgo that he had written before, and then wrote it on paper.

As soon as he finished writing a sentence, the onlookers turned their heads and looked at the people around them, with amazement in their eyes.

Tao Jiang let out an exaggerated gasp.

Someone who was familiar with Tao Jiang couldn't help but said, "Tao Jiang, what are you doing? Don't disturb Brother Yu's train of thought."

Tao Jiang pursed her lips, and said in a loud voice on purpose: "I'm just surprised. If a character like Brother Yu can't say it properly, just like an earthworm, how many of the people present dare to say that they can write well?" ?”

Someone said unconvinced: "Brother Yu's handwriting is indeed good, but it's not as exaggerated as you said."

One of them praised and the other rebutted, let alone the one who praised, even the one who refuted, indirectly affirmed Yu Zhou's good handwriting.

Cui Tong next to him couldn't help shaking his hands when he heard it, and couldn't control his gaze and began to look this way.

It's just that Tao Jiang seemed to have arrived long ago, waving a folding fan and standing between the two of them, completely blocking the words written by Yu Zhou.