Zeng Ada returned to the county government to report to Yu Wenhuaji and reported that Gao Bufan had accepted seventy taels of gold. Yu Wenhuaji just nodded and sent Zeng Ada away, but the second child Yuwen Zhiji was a little unwilling.

, said angrily: "Brother, is seventy taels of gold really cheap for that kid Gao Bufan?"

Yu Wenzhi and this person are used to being domineering. Recently, Zeng Ada, his subordinate, was beaten by Gao Bufan. He also failed to get the little beauty and the big green horse. Now, Gao Bufan has made seventy taels of gold. Naturally, he can't swallow this breath.

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Yu Wenhuaji scolded with a cold face: "You still have the nerve to say that? If you weren't so pushy, I would have lost these seventy taels of gold."

Yu Wenzhi said politely: "Brother, you are not at a loss. Didn't Supervisor Zhao send you two thousand taels of silver? They are all from the Flying Eagle Racecourse, so brother, you are not at a loss, and you are making a profit!"

Yu Wenhuaji said angrily: "How much money you make is up to your brother and I, but you are just a prodigal boy. You are in your early thirties and you can't stand it. When my father stretches his legs, I won't bother to do it anymore."

Ignore you and fend for yourself."

Yuwen Zhiji blushed after being scolded, and said in embarrassment: "It's just seventy taels of gold. How dare you be so arrogant? I'll pay you back when I return to Luoyang!"

Yu Wenhuaji sneered: "Don't think that I don't know what your plans are. If you have the ability, don't take out your mother's coffin book."

Yuwen Zhiji's momentum weakened and he muttered: "If you don't pay, don't pay. Don't think that you are the only one in the family who can make money. I'm just too lazy to earn it. Just wait. Sooner or later, I, Second Master Yuwen, will impress the world."

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"Then I, Uncle Yuwen, will wait and see." Yu Wenhuaji snorted coldly.

Yuwen Zhiji was just enjoying his life. Without his eldest brother Yu Wenhuaji’s support, he was afraid that he wouldn’t even be able to afford the travel expenses back to Luoyang, so he didn’t dare to carry on. He changed the subject and said, “It’s his grandma’s.

Thinking that that boy Gao Bufan is so talented at poetry, this time he really benefited from fame and fortune.

Well, he was still in the limelight in front of the Gongsuns. Once the Gongsuns' music comes out, this guy will probably become even more famous. It is said that Chu Gong Yang Xuangan likes people who can write poems the most. If Chu Gong likes him, then he will be more famous.

Coupled with the support of the Changsun family and the Gao family, this kid may become a prosperous person."

When Yu Wenhuaji heard this, his heart moved, and a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "You are so good at poetry. The better your poetry, the easier it is to become a corpse."

"What do you mean?" Yuwen Zhiji looked confused.

Yu Wenhuaji glanced at his incompetent second brother and did not explain. He just said calmly: "The matter here is over. Let's pack up and go back to Luoyang tomorrow."

Hearing this, Yu Wenzhiji lost his voice and said: "So soon? I haven't had enough fun yet. Brother, how about we stay a little longer and return to Luoyang before winter?"

Ever since he met Dou Xianniang on the street the day before yesterday, Yuwen Zhiji had been attracted to this guy. At this time, he was sending people to investigate openly and covertly. He had just gained some insights, so naturally he couldn't bear to leave so quickly.

Yu Wenhuaji sternly scolded: "Don't just play with women. With the foundation of our Yuwen family, if you are willing to put some thought into your economic career, you won't achieve nothing like you are now."

Yuwen Zhiji saw that his elder brother seemed to be really angry, so he didn't dare to contradict him anymore. He lowered his head and said, "Okay, listen to your elder brother. Let's start back to Luoyang tomorrow."

"It's not us, it's you who set off back to Luoyang!" Yu Wenhuaji corrected.

"What about you, brother?" Yuwen Zhiji asked hurriedly.

Yu Wenhua said calmly: "The emperor will personally conquer Goguryeo in the spring of next year. Now that the emperor has arrived in Jiangdu, brother, I will naturally go south to meet him."

Yuwen Zhiji's eyes lit up and he said almost drooling: "Then I also want to go south to Jiangdu with you, brother."

Jiangdu, also known as Yangzhou, is the most prosperous city in the Jianghuai region, and it is also a land of lavish fireworks. Moreover, the Wuyue area has been rich in beauties since ancient times. The women from the Jiangnan water towns are not only fair and beautiful, but also gentle in temperament, Wu Nong said softly.

, Yu Wenzhi has long wanted to see it.

Yu Wenhuaji poured cold water on his head and said: "You don't have any official position. If you see a fool, just go back to Luoyang."

Yuwen Zhiji blushed and said, "Then I'll go and ask dad to go to the head office. Dad will definitely be accompanying the emperor now."

Yu Wenhuaji's face darkened, and he was about to have an attack. Yu Wenzhiji couldn't help but trembled, and said angrily: "Okay, I won't go, I will go back to Luoyang tomorrow."

Yu Wenhuaji's face brightened slightly at this moment, and he ordered: "Bring me back what you have learned from this inspection of the racecourse."

Yuwen Zhiji was overjoyed. He knew that his eldest brother had made a lot of money this time under the guise of touring racecourses around the country, at least tens of thousands of taels of silver. It would be appropriate for him to receive some hard-earned money at that time, so he patted his chest and said:

"Don't worry, eldest brother, I'll take care of it, second brother."

Yu Wenhuaji warned: "I have made a list of all the things. If they are lost or missing a penny, I just ask. I will bring the things back to the housekeeper and put them in the warehouse. Of course, you will benefit from them."

Yuwen Zhiji naturally agreed wholeheartedly and asked for help with packing.

Let's say that when Gao Bufan and his son returned to the racecourse, they first went to the backyard to meet their mother, Chen. The father and son had a very tacit understanding and did not reveal that they had been assassinated by a dead soldier, so as not to worry Chen.

When Mrs. Chen learned that her son had become famous at the dinner party, won the top poetry prize in one fell swoop, and earned a huge fortune, she couldn't help but be so happy that she chanted Amitabha several times in succession.

Gao Bufan didn't give up until he wrote down the original poem.

Although Gao Bufan has no intention of taking the imperial examination, he must not be illiterate, so reading and literacy is still a must. Gao Bufan started reading and practicing calligraphy at the age of five after traveling to the Sui Dynasty. There are still traditional and simplified Chinese characters.

The difference is that even if you recognize it, you may not be able to write it, not to mention that you still use a writing brush, so learning is necessary.

Although he didn't work hard on it, Gao Bufan was still good at writing calligraphy for ten years. He transcribed the two poems "Wine to Ask the Moon" and "Silent Night Thoughts" and gave them to Ming Cui.

Then he quickly ran away because he noticed that the pretty maid was looking at him

Her eyes were burning, and she couldn't help but lean against him. The plump and vague squeeze actually made him feel itchy. If this continued, he felt that he was going to break his skills tonight, but the man in black with a grimace told him

Don't get close to women until you have mastered the technique.

Although the pretty maid Mingcui got Gao Bufan's handwriting, she didn't seem very happy. She stamped her feet in annoyance and asked another maid with a bitter face: "Xiaolan, is she ugly?"

Xiaolan immediately said with righteous indignation: "No, sister Mingcui is the smartest and most capable among the servants, and also the most beautiful. Anyone who thinks sister Mingcui is ugly is blind."

Only then did Ming Cui regain her confidence. She happily rolled up the two words and framed them. She comforted herself and said, "Young Master is still young now. He will naturally understand when he gets older."

As for why Gao Bufan suddenly became able to write poems and wrote such good poems, the whole family was not surprised, and even took it for granted. He probably really regarded Gao Bufan as the reincarnation of Kunpeng. Since he was the reincarnation of a divine bird, then

Naturally extraordinary, what’s so surprising about being able to compose poetry?

Therefore, the ancients were sometimes really naive, especially in the legends of ghosts and gods. They were particularly easy to believe in them. Otherwise, there would not be such sayings as "The Great Ancestor Killed the White Snake" and "The Mud Horse Crossed King Kang".

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After dinner, it got dark. Gao Bufan left the small courtyard and took advantage of the moonlight to go to the knife training place in the back mountain. He quietly waited for the arrival of the man in black with a grimace. However, because he had to attend a dinner party last night, he missed the appointment.

One night, so he was not sure that the man in black with a grimace would show up tonight.

Gao Bufan waited silently for half an hour, but the man in black with a grimace did not appear. It was estimated that he would not come again tonight, so he prepared to leave. However, at this moment, a black shadow appeared behind Gao Bufan like a ghost.

Gao Bufan seemed to be aware of something, and turned around to look. Sure enough, he saw a man in black with a grimace standing silently in the shadow of the trees. He couldn't help but said happily: "Senior, are you here? I was not at home last night because I had something to do, so I left a note at the window.

, I wonder if senior has seen it?"

The ghost-faced man in the night gave a faint hum and asked: "How do you manage to find me every time?"

Gao Bufan smiled and said: "It's completely intuitive!"

"It seems that your kid's six senses are indeed much more sensitive than ordinary people. For a guy like Zeng Ada, even if I break his neck behind him, he won't know what happened." The man in black said with a grimace.

Mentioning Zeng Ada, Gao Bufan immediately woke up. During the day, he could vaguely feel the movement of Zeng Ada's blood energy, so he asked the man in black with a grimace for advice.

The grim-faced man in black lost his voice after listening to Gao Bufan's narration: "What? You said you can feel Zeng Ada's blood?"

Gao Bufan nodded and asked doubtfully: "Senior, is there anything wrong with this?"

The man in black with a grimace stepped in front of Gao Bufan. When he checked his hand again, he found that Gao Bufan's right hand vein gate had been grasped by him. Gao Bufan was shocked in his heart. The opponent's movements were so fast that he lost his temper even a little bit.

He didn't have time to react, and he couldn't feel the blood flow of the man in black with the grimace at all.

However, the horror in the heart of the man in black with the ghost face at this moment was no less than that of Gao Bufan, so that he did not let go of his hand for a long time. The eyes behind the ghost mask stared at Gao Bufan unblinkingly, his eyes looked like he had seen a ghost.

In general, he was really shocked by Gao Bufan's progress. It had only been two days, monster!

Gao Bufan was a little embarrassed by being stared at. He thought something was wrong and asked weakly: "Senior, what's wrong?"

The man in black with a grimace let go of his hand, regained his composure on the surface, and said calmly: "There is nothing wrong, very good. I will teach you the second half of the technique tonight, and you can continue practicing."

"Senior, this technique is so miraculous. I only practiced it for two days, and the effect is so remarkable. Was it the same when I practiced it back then?" Gao Bufan asked tentatively.
Chapter completed!