Zhang Yang nodded, "My teacher taught me a lot of poetry back then. You can try it."
Cheng Chumo nodded blankly.
There are only two true brothers in Chang'an City, one is Cheng Chumo and the other is Li Tai.
If you don't help them, who can you help them, especially in life-long matters?
Cheng Chumo put all the bags containing garbage on a wooden cart, and tied the hemp rope around his shoulders.
"Chu Mo, I'd better help you pull him away. This looks very strange."
"No, just one person from a certain family is enough." As he spoke, Cheng Chumo stepped forward and pulled the car away with a squeak.
Zhang Yang looked confused when he saw this scene.
Bu Qu, who followed Chu Mo, explained: "Knowing how powerful the county lord is, how can we ask others to help with this kind of thing?"
Zhang Yang nodded, "I admire Brother Chu Mo's masculinity."
There are some things that I can help with, and there are some things that I can't help with, especially those with strenuous work. Cheng Chumo has all the strength, so he needs outsiders to help with this kind of thing, which makes him look very useless.
The good men raised by the tough folk customs in Guanzhong are admirable after all.
After finishing the autumn tax collection, Zhang Yang found that he was free and made a rare meal of dumplings when he returned home.
Xiao Wu and Xu Hui ate with difficulty. They were not like Master, who could take one bite at a time.
This dumpling is very big.
I rarely eat dumplings at home, and I heard from my teacher that they can only be eaten on special days.
In fact, dumplings are not difficult to make, they just consist of dough and pork.
There are many rules in the teacher's house, and the two girls followed them without asking any questions.
Listening to her husband's narration, Li Yue said doubtfully: "That is General Cheng Yaojin's family matter, we can't say more."
Zhang Yang sighed: "In the past, Chumo never asked me for anything."
After finishing the dumplings in the bowl, Li Yue quickly put down the bowl and said, "I can give you a few suggestions, but husband, please don't talk too much."
Seeing Zhang Yang's solemn look, his aunt standing aside said: "Cheng Dajun has always been difficult to deal with, and many ministers in the court suffered because of it."
Li Yue smiled and said: "I have never seen anyone who can make my husband suffer."
She was very happy, with some provocation in her eyes, and even thought that her husband would definitely suffer in front of General Cheng.
When he thought of Cheng Yaojin, Zhang Yang felt embarrassed. Four years ago, after meeting Cheng Yaojin, everything went wrong for ten and a half days.
It seems that the eight characters in fate are in conflict with each other.
Zhang Yang finished the dumplings in his bowl and said, "A man should face difficulties head on."
After court early the next morning, Zhang Yang returned home to tidy up and brought some salted duck eggs and pickled radishes.
Li Yue asked again: "How about bringing some newly harvested wheat from Lishan Mountain?"
There wasn't much wheat prepared at home, so Zhang Yang waved his hand distressedly, "We won't need any wheat."
"Well, my husband is going to visit me for the first time, so it would be better if I bring something light."
Zhang Yang carried a basket of salted duck eggs in one hand and a can of pickled radishes in the other, and went out alone.
After the scorching summer, at this time of year, Zhuque Street has returned to its former liveliness.
Zhang Yang came to the door of Cheng Mansion and politely said to the people in front of the door: "If you still want to report to the general, I would like to ask Zhang Yang, the Minister of Imperial Affairs, to see you."
"Just come in!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a loud shout came from the courtyard.
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Yang bravely walked into the house. What he saw was a spacious courtyard, similar to Qin Qiong's house, with mostly weapons placed around it.
At this moment, a man was scratching the back of Cheng Yaojin, who was hunky-backed.
"General, does this make you feel better?"
Cheng Yaojin frowned, "Push further down and use more force."
"Why."
After scratching the song for a long time, Cheng Yaojin still looked displeased, and finally waved away the song.
He came to the edge of the door alone, leaned his back against the door and rubbed hard.
After a while, Cheng Yaojin straightened his clothes and felt much more comfortable, "This is what you brought with you when you came to Cheng Mansion."
Zhang Yang then put down the salted duck eggs and pickled radish, "I thought they were some household items, so I brought them to the general."
Cheng Yaojin picked up the jar of pickled radishes, opened the lid and put them into his mouth one by one.
"How is the general's health lately?"
"Okay!" Cheng Yaojin chewed a radish in his mouth, "You usually hang out with Chu Mo, so I'll let you go. The child of Li Daoyan's family has been sent to the army for more than a year. It's time to let his child return.
Home."
Zhang Yang nodded, "Actually, I have one more thing to do when I come to Cheng Mansion."
Cheng Yaojin slurped the juice sticking to his fingers and said, "Say."
"I heard that General Cheng wants Master Kong Yingda to give his granddaughter to Chu Mo?"
"So what?"
"General, as the old saying goes, a man who is too strong will never be sweet."
Cheng Yaojin put down the earthen pot with some disgust in his eyes, "It's too salty."
Zhang Yang looked impressive. This was originally used to serve food. How could he eat it like this? He thought that the old Cheng family had a strong family style, which was not incomprehensible.
After pouring a sip of wine into his mouth, Cheng Yaojin still looked at the boy in front of him, "Even if the melon is not sweet, I still have to chew it! Isn't it the same as melons?"
What kind of bastard reasoning is this? Zhang Yang cheered up in the face of this old man, "Even if Mr. Kong Yingda promised his granddaughter to Chu Mo, will Chu Mo's future life be good? Will he have to be in a state of chaos all day long?
"
Cheng Yaojin said in a deep voice: "If others had interfered with my old Cheng family's business, they would have been dead in the wilderness by now."
"Hahaha!" Zhang Yang said loudly: "General, you said at the beginning that our two families should get along well and move around more in the future, and now you want to leave me dead in the wilderness. It's really unpopular."
Cheng Yaojin poured a bowl of wine and brought it to the table, "Drink it! I'll talk to you later."
Don't give in when dealing with warriors! Zhang Yang took the wine bowl and drank it in one gulp.
"Okay!" Cheng Yaojin shouted, "That kid is ignorant, so I have to find a sensible person to control him. Should I just let him run amok? What kind of place is this Chang'an city? One day, I will be old and can no longer control him.
If he gets into trouble, who will help him? Naturally, he needs to find someone who is sensible and can take care of the old Cheng family."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "It turns out that the general, like me, is worried about Chu Mo's rest of his life."
Cheng Yaojin filled the drink again and said, "Drink!"
Zhang Yang took a deep breath and drank another bowl.
"It doesn't have to be Kong Yingda's daughter. If you want to take care of this matter, I have a condition. If you don't agree, you will never interfere with the old Cheng family's family affairs again."
Zhang Yang wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, "General, please tell me."
"Assign the punishment to the Foreign Affairs Academy."
"No problem, don't worry, General, I will take good care of him." Zhang Yang bowed a little and took care of the three brothers of the teacher's family, and then took care of Li Shimin's group of naughty children. One more Cheng Chumo is not much.
"Then can we let Chu Mo's marriage..."
"Of course she is Kong Yingda's granddaughter."
"Didn't you just say..."
"That's your right to interfere with my family affairs."
Damn, this old bastard! Zhang Yang gritted his teeth secretly, he is really difficult to deal with.
"Hahaha!" Cheng Yaojin suddenly laughed and said: "Shuangli! This is how you dealt with the Tibetan envoys back then."
"Wa hahaha!"
The old man was still laughing.
Zhang Yang held his forehead in pain, feeling like he didn't want to take care of it... he should listen to his wife.
If there is really no other way, let Chumo elope with the restaurant girl.
"General, it's not good!" Two people rushed over.
Cheng Yaojin frowned and said, "What's wrong?"
Buqu replied: "General Cheng fought with others and has been taken into Dali Temple."
Seeing Cheng Yaojin looking at him, Zhang Yang also frowned, "What's going on?"
"Back to the general, I returned to the county because the young general wrote a poem, and the poem was heard by Gao Shilang, and there was a quarrel and he took action."
After the words fell, Cheng Yaojin was quiet for a long time, "Which high minister?"
"Returning to the general is a high performance."
It would have been fine if he had beaten someone up and paid for it, but it happened to be Gao Jingcheng, Gao Shilian's son.
Zhang Yang asked again: "Dare I ask, did you do it just because of a poem?"
"It was because Mr. Gao felt that this poem could not have been written by the young general, that the quarrel broke out, and the young general started fighting with the other party, and he did so harshly.".
Zhang Yang bowed slightly to Cheng Yaojin and said, "General, please go to Dali Temple and bring me back."
"That's fine."
Zhang Yang hesitated for a moment and then said: "Lead the way."
Bu Qu loudly said: "Here."
Who knows that we are all brothers! Zhang Yang hurried through the crowd and walked to the front of Dali Temple, when someone happened to meet him.
The other party smiled and said: "Shilang Zhang, why did you come to Dali Temple?"
Seeing Changsun Wuji a little surprised, Zhang Yang saluted and said, "Why is Zhao Guogong here again?"
Changsun Wuji stopped and stood in front of the steps, "I heard that this kid Gao Jixiu got into a fight with others and entered Dali Temple. This kind of thing can't alarm Duke Xu, so I let me go."
Zhang Yang also smiled and said: "What a coincidence. There was a fight between Chu Mo and Mr. Gao, and General Cheng asked me to go and take the people back."
Both of them smiled bitterly.
"Master Zhang, please go first."
"Mr. Zhao Guo please come first."
The two of them shook their heads helplessly and walked into Dali Temple together.
At this moment, in the main hall of Dali Temple, Sun Fujia was listening to the two people arguing that they were both high-ranking ladies and not easy to mess with.
When he saw someone coming, he hurriedly saluted and said, "Mr. Zhao Guo, you are finally here."
Seeing that it was Zhang Yang, Sun Fujia was stunned again, "Secretary Zhang?"
Zhang Yang bowed and said, "I'll take care of Chu Mo's affairs."
Hearing this, Cheng Chumo, who was standing here, nodded secretly, "He is indeed a good brother of a certain family!"
On the contrary, Gao Feng was in a much more embarrassed state, with bruises on his face and covering his bleeding nose.
With someone in charge, Sun Fujia immediately felt relaxed.
Changsun Wuji stepped forward and said, "Tell me, what happened?"
Gao Jinxing pointed at Cheng Chumo, "He was the one who hit the person first."
"You fart!"
Cheng Chumo's loud voice was even worse than that of Cheng Yaojin, and it echoed in the main hall for a long time.
Zhang Yang stepped forward and said, "Mr. Zhao Guogong, I know the whole story of some things."
"Master Zhang, please speak."
Even when facing Zhang Yang, Changsun Wuji was so respectful, which made everyone present feel suspicious.
"It was because Chu Mo composed a poem, and Mr. Gao heard it by chance, and felt dissatisfied, so he took action."
As soon as he finished speaking, before Gao Jingcheng opened his mouth, Cheng Chumo immediately replied: "Yes! That's it! It's because this kid is dissatisfied that he takes action."
The clay figurine was also very angry. Gao Xingyi held the cloth that was used to stop the bleeding from his nose and said, "Cheng Chumo! Let me ask you, how do you, a rough man who can't even write well, make your life just like the first time you met!"
"Hahaha……"
Seeing Zhang Yang laughing, Changsun Wuji asked in confusion: "Why is Mr. Zhang laughing?"
Zhang Yang added: "It turns out that this poem was indeed written by Chu Mo. If Mr. Gao has heard this poem elsewhere, please ask Mr. Gao to call the person who composed the poem, and we can confront him."
Gao Xiuxi was speechless again.
Changsun Wuji looked at Cheng Chumo and said, "What Mr. Zhang said is inappropriate. Is this Chumo capable of writing poetry? I don't believe it either."
"Actually, Chu Mo has also written other poems." Zhang Yang cupped his hands and said, "For example, he raised his head to look at the bright moon, lowered his head and thought about his hometown..."
"Hiss!" Changsun Wuji took a breath of cold air.
"There is still grass growing in Liliyuan, which grows old and flourishes every year." Zhang Yang paced back and forth and continued: "The past was so dirty that I can't boast about it, but now my debauched thoughts are boundless, the spring breeze is so good that horses are hoofed, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day..."
The main hall fell into silence, Cheng Chumo picked his nose and remained unmoved.
Zhang Yang blurted out lines of poetry at random, and Gao Xingyi's eyes widened.
Even Changsun Wuji was speechless for a while, exclaiming in his heart What a poem! What a poem!
"I even read the sword while drunk, and dreamed of blowing the trumpet company..."
Patting Cheng Chumo on the shoulder, Zhang Yang sighed with emotion, "Chumo is a person who doesn't like fame and wealth. Under his seemingly rough and brutal appearance, he is actually very delicate on the inside."
After straightening his somewhat messy collar, Zhang Yang continued, "I have always been silent, sighing every time, and composing poems, but I don't want to tell anyone except me. In fact..."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Looking up sadly, Zhang Yang's eyes seemed to be swaying with tears, "You may not know, but Chu Mo is actually a great poet of our Tang Dynasty..."
There was silence in the main hall...
Zhang Yang pretended to wipe away his tears and said, "Mr. Gao, do you admire Chu Mo for being so talented? Is there anything else you want to say...?"
Gao Xingcheng stood there for a long time without speaking.
Zhang Yang whispered: "Zhao Guogong, how do you think this matter should be handled?"
Changsun Wuji came to his senses on the spot, "What do you think Mr. Zhang is?"
"Everyone knows that Chu Mo has a bad temper..."
"Didn't you just say that he has a delicate heart?"
"Aw..." Zhang Yang explained with a smile, "Occasionally delicate, sometimes violent, great poets are all like this."
Changsun Wuji was speechless again.
"Youdao is that our Chang'an City has simple folk customs. Even if we look down upon it, we cannot do such things as tarnishing people's reputations. Even if I hear such words, I will fight against them. In my opinion, both sides of this matter
Everyone has their faults, but Mr. Gao’s fault comes first, what does Zhao Guogong think?”
Changsun Wuji nodded, "Follow it, why don't you apologize to Chu Mo?"
Gao Xingcheng endured the grievance in his heart and said, "I have offended you so much. I apologize. I was rude."
While apologizing with gritted teeth, Zhang Yang turned to look at Chu Mo.
Cheng Chumo snorted coldly, "In that case, a certain family won't care."
Seeing the dispute in front of him resolved, Sun Fujia smiled like a loving father, "That's very good."
Zhang Yang fumbled with Chu Mo's sleeves and took out some scattered copper coins, "These coins are used to treat injuries. Chu Mo is also a reasonable child and won't care about it."
Putting the money into Changsun Wuji's hand, Zhang Yang added: "It's okay once or twice. From now on, Mr. Gao, you have to be careful about what you say. You can't beat others in a fight. Don't be impulsive, otherwise you won't get beaten again."