Of course, this article spread throughout Chang'an as fast as possible. Some people praised it, some gritted their teeth and scolded Zhou Yang for insulting the scholars like this. However, they could not find any rebuttal, and it was futile.

When Master Yan read this article, he was like drinking mellow wine, and he was so happy that he tasted it again and again. I don’t know how many times he tasted it. However, the more he tasted it, the more he tasted it, the more he tasted it, the more he became more and more exciting it became.

A burst of rapid footsteps sounded, and the master Yan knew that it was the store owner who came and shouted loudly: "Shop owner, serve wine!"

"Get a drink!" An unpleasant voice came from outside the house. Then, the door was pushed open heavily. A middle-aged man stood at the door with an unhappy look on his face: "You have not paid off the money for the meal you owe, and you still want to drink?"

"Shopkeeper, how can you not have wine without such good articles? Come on!" Master Yan shook his head and was immersed in the wonderful realm of good articles like mellow wine. He did not see the unhappy face of the store owner.

"Money! Come with the money!" The shop owner stretched out his hand to the master's father Yan: "You have owed three months of money for the meal, will you pay it back?"

"Shopkeeper!" Master Yan woke up and said embarrassedly: "Shopkeeper, please give me some time. You will be rich soon, and you will be rich soon."

"You have been saying this for several months." The store owner was very angry: "If you hadn't been for the sake of being a scholar, you would have been blown away long ago. If you didn't pay for the meal for three months, I'm not your father and mother, so I can't support you in vain."

Take a tough attitude.

He was short-speaking and soft-handed. The Lord's father Yan didn't pay the house for several months, and he felt inappropriate. However, he was short of money and wanted to pay but had no money. He stuttered: "The store owner is not that I am lazy, but that I have no money. Otherwise, I will write you some articles and make you a prosperous business."

"You still write?" He didn't mention it, but when he mentioned it, the store's face became even more ugly and turned blue: "Who can read the shit you wrote? You packed it one by one and I'm very popular. Apart from you, how many customers come to the door? If you don't pay, just get out!"

"I'm a good article, not a bullshit!" Master Yan defended: "As long as I know my article, I will make you a huge profit and enjoy it."

"One person knows it? It's been three months, and no one knows it." The store owner had a gray face.

"I have been studying abroad for decades, but no one knows it." Master Yan was moved and said it, and then he realized that something was wrong.

Sure enough, the shop owner went crazy and grabbed Zhufu Yan's luggage, which was just a few rolls of bamboo slips, and smashed it into the yard. Zhufu Yan pushed it out in a few seconds, and with a clatter, the door was closed.

The master's father Yan hurried forward, picked up his rolls of bamboo slips, and kept wiping them, as if the book slip was ten thousand taels of gold, and he cherished them very much.

"Go away!" The shop dragged a thick stick and came over with great momentum.

Master Yan was determined not to leave, but when he saw the stick in the shopkeeper's hand, he felt relieved and had to carry the bamboo slips and walk away quickly.
Chapter completed!