A noble son from a poor family

After the pen name, I threw the brush casually, only to hear a snap, the brush fell steadily into the quiver ten steps away from the corner, and then there was a burst of applause, and everyone applauded. It turns out that the literati of this world, the favorite game is to throw a pen and hit the pot, especially after the splendid article, everyone has to throw a pen and hit the pot to celebrate, I heard that this is a special significance, as for what the meaning, the rumor is too absurd, this will not be said.

Suddenly, knock, knock, knock, three thunderbolts in a row, the brain buzzing and tinnitus of the direct shock, stunned, and then look outside the window, the originally gloomy sky, at this time it is torn open, the sky inside is clear, sprinkled with sunshine, warm sunlight from the window in, the attic is bright and gentle, everyone looks at all this, face to face, face to face is very strange.

The article is out, the quiver hits, the sky thunders, and Jiuzhou is the same. Old Man Yun looked at all this, as if he had thought of something, and his heart suddenly chuckled.

Old Man Yun looked at Chu Yunhao, who was still standing there admiring his poems in the rest of his life, just looking at his staggered figure, occasionally unsteady, and a little drunk and dazed. Looking at the little marquis again, the little marquis was still concentrating on playing with the short knife that Chu Yunhao put on the table just now, but he couldn't see anything.

Chu Yunhao admired it very much after writing the poem, and I have to say that the original owner's handwriting is still very good. Just now, he was also very satisfied, this is not that he is vassal, or the favorite leisure time of Grandpa Yue in the previous life of Huaxia is to throw a pen and hit the pot, he just paid tribute to Grandpa Yue on a whim. As for the sudden thunder, he didn't take it seriously, was it raining with thunder, it was too normal, what was there to be surprised about.

When Chu Yunhao came back with a poem, he saw that this little marquis couldn't put down his short knife, so he said with a smile: Little marquis, I like this knife so much, I'll give it to you next.

Brother Chu Xiong, this is true. Xiao Hou Ye happily raised his head and said, this knife just cut the corner of the mahogany table like cutting tofu, the incision is flat and it is not like words, the shape of the whole treasure knife is a bit similar to the recurved scimitar in the hands of the snow hiding people, the whole knife body is as smooth as autumn water, just cut down such a hard mahogany table corner, still does not collapse or roll the blade, this is a real treasure knife undoubtedly. As for the thunder just now, he also thought of the rumor that has been passed down through the ages, although he was a little mindful for a while, but he was soon relieved, after all, in history, there are too many people related to this, and now there are some so-called talents in Dajin who say that they were born in response to this rumor, in fact, most of them are just putting gold on their faces, after all, it is not without coincidence, make an article, throw a pot, and then thunder, although this kind of thing is not encountered by everyone, but there will always be a few lucky people, is it possible that they are all people who should be praised, hehe, jokes。

Of course, the treasure knife is given to the hero, the little marquis gallops on the battlefield, and kills the ghosts of the Shaluo people crying wolf, it is a famous young leader in my Dajin, this treasure knife is given to the little marquis, it is the master of the choice, and it is very suitable. Chu Yunhao said with a smile, in fact, this is not a sycophant, this little marquis is indeed a young man who fought on the battlefield at a young age, and has quite a lot of military merits, not to mention the name in Anqing County, in the entire Great Jin, it is also a very dazzling existence in the later generation.

Brother Chu Xiong, although you are willing to cut your love, but you have no merit, then buy this knife in the future. The little marquis said.

By all means, I treat the little marquis as a brother, so I give the treasure knife, if the little marquis wants to give money, then the little marquis will treat me as an outsider. Chu Yunhao pretended to be displeased and said.

Hahaha... , good, good, refreshing, come, drink and drink, Brother Chuxiong, this brother, I have made it. The little marquis laughed and raised his glass, and everyone drank happily.

Little Hou Ye, I'll play a trick for you. Chu Yunhao said, took the knife from the little marquis, Chu Yunhao first folded twenty copper coins, and chopped the copper coins in half from the middle, and then, Chu Yunhao pulled out a few hairs, put the knife across his chest, the knife edge was upward, threw up the hair and blew, and the hair broke as soon as it was next to the blade.

When the little marquis saw it, the smile on his face was even stronger, but he was shocked in his heart, this is the real hair-blowing and broken hair, and the iron is like clay. I'm afraid that in his own house, the treasure knife that his father treasured is not so sharp.

Next, the little marquis asked about the origin of this knife, and Chu Yunhao had no choice but to make up nonsense, saying that his father was a blacksmith, and this was a piece of extraterrestrial meteorite that his father accidentally obtained, and he used his whole life to build a treasure knife. He was originally reluctant to give it away, but the little marquis fought on the battlefield, killed the enemy for the country, and was a hero in the world. Chu Yunhao seemed to be very reluctant when he said this, but with a resolute and awe-inspiring look, the little marquis was almost moved to tears. The atmosphere has been created here, and the knife has also been offered, Chu Yunhao was thinking about asking the little marquis for help, but he didn't think that the little marquis was one step ahead and asked him to help.

It turned out that since the defeat of the Great Jin Dynasty in the south, there have been too many nobles and royal families who have followed the south, so there is a problem of reconciliation of interests, after all, these people are all meat-eaters, and the cake is only so big.

The royal families in the south are basically the descendants of more than a dozen princes who were divided by Jin Taizu back then, but most of the royal families in the north inherited the unification of Jin Taizu and the descendants of the emperor of Jin Taizong. Although the southern royal family and the northern royal family are both descendants of Jin Taizu, they were also the common ancestors two hundred years ago, and the relationship between the two is very distant from the current royal family.

In particular, the current practice of the royal family is trying to deprive the southern royal family of its status and interests, and let the northern royal family participate, which simply chills the southern royal family.

For example, the position of the lord of the city, the southern royal family has been handed down from their ancestors for nearly 200 years, but now, they have to re-compete with the northern royal family according to the regulations of the royal family, and the winner can hold the throne for ten years, and then re-compete for the position of city lord after ten years.

Don't underestimate this decade, many of the southern royal families who were defeated back then have long been obscure, and now in his army, there are many children of the royal family who were defeated that year, the little marquis sighed, this, he knows best.

It's just that the mountains and rivers of the world belong to the Son of Heaven alone, the duty of the city lord is to be in charge of the mountains and rivers of the realm of a jurisdiction, although the mountains and rivers do not have the government's good land to pay taxes to money, but there are many profit channels, a single timber control This item is a huge amount of money every year, if what mineral deposits are excavated, copper, iron, silver, tin, etc., although these have to be reported to the Son of Heaven, the Son of Heaven is alone, but as long as it is in its own jurisdiction, how can it not be plucked, if you find any salt mine salt well, it is even more to count the money with your eyes closed.

Also here in Anqing County, there is just such an iron mine, which can be described as the fat difference in the position of the city lord, such a place, others must be greedy, and they must defend it even more. Two days later, it was the time when the royal family sent by the Zongren Mansion competed with their own family for the position of city lord, and when the time came, the civil and military competition, the sword and sword, Chu Xiong and such a talented person, I believe that he should get good results in Wenyidao.

So, the little marquis expressed his family's current predicament euphemistically, and begged Chu Yunhao to help, as for the remuneration, Chu Yunhao can mention it at will, he must try his best to be satisfied.

Chu Yunhao didn't want to get involved in the internal disputes of such a royal family, but when he thought about it, if he didn't help this little marquis keep his position as the city lord of his family, he was afraid that it would be difficult for him to do this well, and now he had invested a lot of energy in the little marquis, and he had basically been approved by him. Immediately, Chu Yunhao just dissected the stakes in his heart, and immediately agreed.

In the end, after the banquet was dispersed, the little marquis repeatedly invited Chu Yunhao to go back to the city lord's mansion with him, and stayed there, Chu Yunhao shirked on the grounds that he still had important things to do, and asked the little marquis to send someone to the Fulai Inn to find him in two days, and he would definitely arrive.

Before leaving, Chu Yunhao, the little marquis, and Mr. Yun, all three of them stopped in front of the poem full of red rivers, Chu Yunhao wanted to appreciate Grandpa Yue's style again, and the little marquis kept nodding when he saw it, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Mr. Chu, although the old man really wants to buy this poem, but the old man also knows that the spirit of this poem has the weight of Mount Tai, the male of Kunlun, and the non-yellow and white things can be measured. Mr. Yun looked flattering and said a little embarrassed.

A poem, a thousand taels, I drop a god, is it your old Mr. Yun who is crazy, is this world crazy, or I can't understand it. Chu Yunhao didn't answer immediately, he really didn't know how to describe all this, he didn't know whether to be happy or laughing, ridiculous or.

That, Mr. Chu don't think about it too much, I also know that this poem should be hung in front of the world, in order to boost the blood of our people, and promote the spirit of our people. Old Mr. Yun looked at Chu Yunhao with a strange expression, thinking that he had misunderstood what he meant, and hurriedly explained carefully.

Brother Chu, Mr. Yun as a collector, this is where he makes a living by collecting literati Mobao, and secondly, it is also an encouragement to the literati Junyan, why not have the best of both worlds, if Brother Chu thinks that the bid is too low, then you can also help Mr. Yun a little. The little marquis said with a smile on the side.

I'm going to sell it to you, I'm going to sell it to you, I swear, I never thought I could sell it for money, let alone sell it to you.

All the way back to the inn, Chu Yunhao was floating when he walked, there was no way, anyone who was inexplicably stuffed with ten silver tickets of one hundred taels would be like this, because all this was too magical.