Zheng Lang couldn't listen and said, "Everyone, we are a man, what are you going to care about with a lady?"

All the boys closed their mouths.

It was not Lou Yan, but Gao Yanei. But he was in his twenties and had a group of friends who were older than him. Do you want to ask your brother for help? Is it okay? His father must not peel off himself!

Cen Dalang said angrily: "Or like this, don't he like to go to Mingzhulou? We lie on the roof of a house at the entrance of an alley on his way back. When he comes back, we will send a ten thousand stones to the fullest."

The two little loli had already been scared away.

Wu Sanro's mind was more "delicate" and said, "No, we climb the roof of others, will they let us climb?"

"Or come with a back rope!" Niu Erlang said with a fierce light coming out of his eyes.

This is a legend. In a few remote areas, some criminals were holding a rope in their hands to seek money. When they saw the object coming, they passed by him. They suddenly stretched out the rope, tied the other party's neck, dragged it on their backs, and dragged it more than a dozen steps. If this person is blocked, he will die immediately.

It was just a rumor, but no accurate case was heard. Moreover, it was the actions of adults. With these teenagers, could they move that adult Gao Yanei? They were so angry that they could enjoy their mouths.

After talking nonsense for a while, several people left.

Zheng Lang studied with peace of mind and had another task.

Whether it is for the sake of elegant pleasure or for the sake of carving silk, you must learn painting. In fact, once you decide, these are only the reasons for him to learn. How can you not like calligraphy and painting if you like to collect it? In order to identify real calligraphy and painting, he collected a lot of information on his hard drive, including genuine pictures of masters from various generations and techniques, such as the use of brushes, ink, cracking texture, outlining lines, layout, and dyeing of paintings. But in his previous life, he was just a hobby, and he had no chance to practice.

How could he collect the original works of everyone?

But I like these elegant and slutty things very much. Unlike my previous life, the money I had in my hands was very pitiful and I had to fight for survival every day. There was no need for this life.

As the profits of the cloth shop improve, the family can maintain a well-off life.

"It's better to be a landlord." I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

While practicing calligraphy and painting, he did not forget to learn. He also had to understand history in collections. If he didn't understand, he could not distinguish between real and fake. His economy was really pitiful and could not afford to buy large-scale physical books, so he downloaded "Ciyuan". Not all ancient characters were collected in it, and most ancient characters and collections were collected in this book.

Cui Youjie's efforts failed, which prevented him from studying in Juyang Academy, but this book "Ciyuan" became his good teacher. If you don't understand something, you can understand 90% of the meaning after reading it from your mind. Learning is actually a very dry and irritable process, but for his very homeless and slow personality, it is not a problem.

A year passed in the blink of an eye.

During this year, he had almost never gone out, but was forcibly dragged out by several "good brothers" on the Dragon Boat Festival. He still owed them a meal. As a result, several teenagers actually ate more wine during the banquet. They ate too much wine and were also a playboy. When watching the boat, they had a conflict with others.

Then he started fighting.

To capture the thief, the king was the youngest in the middle, but the most famous one, who dared to wield a knife. A group of people had not yet fought against each other, and rushed towards Zheng Lang first. Zheng Lang saw that the form was not good, but we had an adult's heart, but only a body that was not dry. The hero did not suffer any loss in front of him and ran away. That's it. He was beaten up a few times and ran to his house for several days.

Only once, he made his fame reach another level.

The empress came to persuade him, and my uncle came to persuade him. After repeated assurance, we would never go out again this year. But because of this, we had another chance to go wrong.

Originally, due to Cui Youjie's request, Yan Shu would have some concern. He heard about several couplets in Zhengzhou in Yingtian Mansion and finally heard about them. He was hesitant in his heart. There were two possibilities. One might be the painstaking efforts his uncle spent to his niece. He was a scholar and finally had some knowledge. If he thought about these absolutes for a few months, it would be possible. In that case, there was no need to make any adjustments. But the other possibility was, what if this son was really a rare genius?

It’s not that there is no such thing as myself, and for example, the minister Chen Pengnian, who had not long passed away, wrote a ten thousand words "The Emperor's Ordinance" at the age of thirteen. If such a talent is, what’s the harm in giving him a chance?

I was unsure of my mind, not afraid of being a talent, but I was afraid of not being a talent. I had a little reputation in the Song Dynasty. No matter who I met, even if I was a peddler, I would spread it all over the world. If I continued to be the original playboy who used a knife, my reputation would be devastated in my life.

Not long after, I heard the Dragon Boat Festival fight. What would it look like when it was reported to Yingtian Mansion? It was a 100,800-mile distance from the facts.

After hearing this, Yan Shu sighed, Cui Youjie was kind-hearted, but this boy couldn't teach him anymore!

Zheng Lang occasionally went to the village entrance and was rolled a lot of eyes. He had a good attitude. In the future, I would not be a phoenix, but also a white swan, so why bother? In the end, I didn’t have much meaning. I was just a swan, and I was unwilling to come to me and was beaten by others.

After turning around once, I actually locked myself at home.

You said you were a white swan, you must have white feathers and strong wings. Before they grew, you could only be an ugly duck.

Spring is coming again. During the Spring Festival, the seven good brothers were crazy and did not disturb him. It was almost Qingming Festival, and I thought of the little brother whom I forgot once again and visited him.

Seeing a few people coming, the ladies wanted to rush out with brooms.

However, the skin is thick and the quality is good, so I pretended not to see it and rushed straight into Zheng Lang's study.

"Langko, we're here to see you."

"Tsk tsk, do you really want to learn from Zhou Chu?"

I have been here three or four times last year, and every time I see Zheng Lang reading, writing, or painting.

"Si'er, come and make tea."

Sier was dissatisfied with burning tea and pounded it in the small wood stove with a "slap" sound.

"Si'er, your temper is getting worse and worse, this is not good," Zeng Silang said unhappily.

"Langcoson, you need to discipline me."

Si'er listened to her brothers talking nonsense, with a gloomy face and didn't speak.

"She is just a child's house, don't worry about it." Wu Sanro said.

"Yes, let's give her this experience. Lang Gezi, this year, the new magistrate will hold a poetry club on the banks of the Caishui River during the Cold Food Festival."

"Oh." Zheng Lang responded curiously. This poetry club not only refers to the society that writes poetry, but also a society that writes poetry.

"Langko, let's go together."

"The Empress is very careful, you should go."

Several people looked at each other. The new magistrate hosted a poetry club, and there were many people. I heard that many young ladies from good families in the city and the leaders of brothels would go there in person. They also wanted to join in the fun. But no matter who they were, there was not much in their stomachs. Going forward might cause some problems to the dissatisfied people, which was embarrassing.

Zheng Dalang studied hard at home for the past year and a half, but how many people didn't know what they had read. But when he saw the words he wrote and the paintings he made were very beautiful. It should be pretty good. He pulled him up and the few people had courage in their hearts.

Wu Sanro advised again: "This is a poetry club. There will be many young people who will recite poems and essays when they enter the poetry club. You will have a better understanding of it. Several empresses will not object."

Zheng Lang thought for a moment, and his heart was a little moved. His mind was filled with famous poems and lyrics from later, but those who could have their own hard drives and keep their fragrance forever were all young women in yellow silk and grandson Yujiu (excellent and wonderful words). He didn't know what poems or fu they would write. This was also a good opportunity to study and observe. Besides, Cai Shui was not far from his home. So he said, "Okay, I promise you."

ps: Caishui is Caihe, the gap between Chu and Han strife in the past. I will immediately give the first little **.
Chapter completed!