The young man in green clothes said it was lukewarm and hot, and the wild Taoist was a little helpless. He had offended Su Ziji. Even if he had made a warning before, these gods took the initiative to help and ran around with all their hearts, but they still had a knot that they had not resolved.

When the Ye Taoist handed Su Ziji a stove, he shook off the hot towel on the stove: "Young master, wipe your face with a hot towel."

I shook open another oil paper bag, which contained beef and fennel beans, but it was a wine item.

"Young Master, you are a scholar. Now you have won the case again. You can expect from Juren and Jinshi in the future."

"And what about me?" Ye Taoist said bitterly: "Since I was young, my teacher taught Qimen Dunjia, to observe the celestial phenomena and observe geography."

"I thought that after I came out, I would find a wise ruler, and I would like to support my wife and son. I didn't want peace in the world. I would return to the world. Although I had the skills to kill dragons, I could only follow the loach and make a living in the mud."

As he said that, he took out a porcelain bottle, poured a glass of wine in front of Su Ziji, and raised his hand and mumbled, doing it first: "I had no choice at that time. I had something to offend. I hope I would forgive you for my apology and punishment."

"You are a mere wild Taoist, who actually learns the dragon-slaying technique?" Su Ziji said in a mocking tone. After thinking about it, he drank the glass of wine: "Forget it, although you and I have a small conflict, it has not caused any major damage. It's even for your help these days."

"... Thank you, Young Master." The wild Taoist sighed secretly, picked up the porcelain bottle, poured a cup for him, and drank it all by himself. His pale face turned bloody: "What's wrong with being down and out, what's wrong with being down and out?"

"That Zhang Dacuo who died suddenly is still a seed of dragon and snake!"

"Puff..." Su Ziji almost squirted the wine to the opposite side, quickly avoided the side, couldn't help but cough, pointing: "Are you kidding, Zhang Dacuo, a mere gang leader, or a dragon and snake seed?"

"Young Master, why are you laughing at?"

"The Great Wei Dynasty has suppressed many dragons and snakes for five hundred years, and the so-called dragons and snakes are not as strong as you think. Once you lose the time, you will degenerate into loaches and climb in the mud. Isn't it natural?" The wild Taoist sighed: "The ancients argued that whether the times are the times, or heroes are the times. In my opinion, there must be a time before there will be a great success. This is the emergence of heroes."

"When the Taizu of this dynasty defeated the heroes and the world was peaceful, it would lay the foundation for hundreds of years of energy. This is how the heroes changed and created the time."

Su Ziji was shocked and couldn't help but look at him. He originally thought that the Wild Taoist was a liar in the world, but he actually looked down on him, but as soon as he said these few words, he could tell his level.

The times create heroes, or heroes create momentum. Originally, the world was debated endlessly, and no one said he would accept anyone. Now he was incisive and incisive, and Su Ziji would never dare to underestimate him again.

Su Ziji sat down slowly, and had changed color. He poured a glass for the Ye Taoist. The Ye Taoist picked up the wine glass, swallowed, and said nothing for a moment.

But seeing the rain outside the car blurred, after a long time, the wild Taoist sighed softly: "I was with the loach, and I was over forty years. Although I couldn't do anything, I was just making a living. My hands were still a bit dirty. Seeing that I knew my destiny by fifty years, I didn't think so much. In fact, this time I helped me not only to apologize to the young master, but also to find a way out for myself."

"Young master can study and have a bright future, but there are always some trivial matters to do, so you can leave them to me."

"I just want the young master to become an official in the future and just be given a seat."

"..." This is what I said, "I'm going to say goodbye." Su Ziji was speechless. Looking at the car, there were raining rain outside and couldn't help but smile: "Sir, aren't you afraid that you will bet wrong, and you will lose all your money?"

The Ye Taoist turned his face slightly and glanced at Su Ziji. The old-fashioned blue shirt was worn by the boy. For a moment, it seemed to have an indescribable charm. He smiled and said, "That's what I think is that I deserve to be miserable."

"Okay, I really need people!" Su Ziji smiled, his tone no longer cold and hot, and became softer: "If you help me, I will definitely give you treatment. I will not only let the ox plow and not let the ox eat the ingredients."

The wild Taoist really breathed a sigh of relief before he wanted to speak. Suddenly the car was shocked and asked the coachman: "What's wrong, why did it stop?"

"I arrived at the pier, but there was only a section of the road. The official was building roads and canals, so I had to walk over."

Su Ziji looked at it and found that there were indeed people digging roads and canals that were built hundreds of meters of roads, and several tolerances were patrolling. This was very normal. Men who were over a certain age must serve labor every year, engage in local bridges and road construction, rivers and canals, and transfer to Caogu, etc., and they were not exempted from corvee until they were 50 years old.

If I had not passed the exam, I would have to be in labor service at the age of fifteen.

As soon as I got out of the car, a middle-aged man came over a small pavilion.

"You are the head of Su Case?" The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Su Ziji, and bowed, saying, "My son ordered me to send you an invitation to invite you to participate in the literary meeting in the city."

The middle-aged man went to the Suzhou house first and was told by the neighbors that the sacrificial ceremony would go to the capital city, so he waited at the wharf, and now he finally waited for someone.

Su Ziji took it into his hand, opened it and smiled immediately: "It turns out to be Mr. Zhang. Is this a reading club? Please rest assured, I will definitely attend the meeting on time."

Su Ziji casually gave the invitation to his newly accepted younger brother Ye Taoist, and took a few steps to explain to Ye Buhui: "The one who invited me is Mr. Zhang Modong and Zhang, who we met on the pleasure boat."

"Is it him?" As a chess player, Ye Buhui had some impression of Zhang Modong. He had good chess skills, especially after waking up, he seemed to have been opened to his spiritual orifice and made rapid progress.

"This young master Zhang is a good person." Thinking of Zhang Modong's good background and being very polite from the beginning, Ye Buhui nodded and did not object to Su Ziji's intercourse with such a person.

"Yes, it's really considerate." In order to take care of him, the mourning man, the so-called literary club pointed out that it was just a reading club and there was no entertainment.

The cultural conference held by Zhang Modong was seven days later, and he went to the Senate of Fucheng.

Su Ziji carefully selected and participated in two county cultural meetings these days, and paid back all the money he owed, and finally he was free of debt.

He is already kind to others. As long as he is not an enemy, even a beggar, he will not speak ill. Even if he is a scholar now, he will be polite to Tong Sheng and even Bai Ding, who have helped him, and will patiently tell them some of his experiences.

Because he was a son-in-law mourning, no one invited Su Ziji to attend the literary party, but he did not enjoy the fun of drinking and enjoying it. It was just a reading club. Those who came naturally had ambitions for the imperial examination. Su Ziji's experience was exactly what they needed.

After two literary meetings, Su Ziji's reputation spread among Linhua County students.

Su Ziji knew very well that if he became an official in the future, his connections and reputation would be of such a way. As for the prince's bloodline, he could prepare for the future, but never regard it as a fact first.

Besides, even if it is the prince’s bloodline, isn’t there anybody else?

On the contrary, the more people are needed, the Wild Taoist will accept it calmly.
Chapter completed!