Chapter 769: Dong'a Shi Shucheng, the poems are famous... (please subscribe and vote)
"What are rumors? They are the most popular gossips in the market."
"The thing he tinkered with, from my father's point of view, can only be seen by those scholars, but if it is the common people in the market, they will definitely not be happy."
"This thing is not as interesting as the "Three Character Classic" he made by himself, right?"
"Yes, yes, dad, you are so right. After what you said, dad, I think it is too polite and does not relieve my anger at all."
"Yes, yes, I think so too."
Hearing the compliments from the boss and the second child, Cheng Yaojin couldn't help but beam with joy.
He continued to spit and poke at the sample with his carrot-thick fingers.
Cheng Chumo on the side quickly poured another glass of wine to soothe his father's throat and continued to flatter him wildly.
When Cheng Yaojin finished his comments, Cheng Chuliang, who had been squatting beside him for a long time, couldn't help but say.
"Dad, since you think the third child is all a problem."
"Why don't you change it for him? It will make those ignorant gentlemen even more disgusting."
Cheng Chumo on the side couldn't help but feel happy and slapped his thigh.
"Dad, what I said is right. Those guys don't want to deal with our old Cheng family anyway."
Hearing the second child Cheng Chuliang's suggestion, and the eldest Cheng Chumo's agreement, Cheng Yaojin smacked his lips.
"Well...it's not impossible, but Third Brother, how about daddy checking this thing for you?"
Cheng Chubi, who was drowsily asleep, heard this and turned over with a sigh and continued to sleep soundly.
"Boy, come on, what are you two doing here in a daze? Why don't you prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone for dad.
Let you two little babies see what I can do by abandoning civility and embracing martial arts..."
"???" Cheng Chumo and Cheng Chuliang looked at their father in confusion, feeling that something was wrong with this sentence.
However, seeing their father's glare, the two brothers quickly started busy following their father's instructions.
The housekeeper, Uncle Fu, was shocked when he heard that the master was actually going to write the ink himself, and he quickly helped himself.
It has been many years since my father abandoned literature and took up martial arts, and the opportunity to write and draw has been extremely rare. However, as the heirloom of poetry and calligraphy, the current head of the Cheng family, the old Cheng family, has rarely had the opportunity to do so.
The whole Cheng family had to support me no matter what, so I didn't have much time to spare, so I had pen, ink, paper and inkstones ready.
The housekeeper Fu Shu, the stewards Cheng Ji and Cheng Ping were all standing in the hall, and the eldest and second young masters were also squatting beside them.
Then I saw Cheng Yaojin, who had been holding a brush all year round, picked up his brush and started writing with concentration.
"In the Tang Dynasty, Li was the emperor, and he was famous all over the world; the eldest son, Xian, was the queen, and his mother Yi people yearned for him.
Dong'a Shi Shucheng is famous for his beautiful poems and poems; Shanyang Lao Yuchi is the best at seizing rice..."
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In the early morning, Cheng Chubi slowly opened his eyes, but at this moment, he was still dizzy, so he quickly lay back down.
Damn it...if it weren't for the fact that there was no industrial alcohol in this era, Cheng Chubi would have doubted whether he had drank fake wine at the poor man Wu Wang's house.
This is definitely not a matter of stamina, it is definitely a problem with the quality of the wine, or the methanol content in his batch of grape wine may be too high.
After all, the wines in this era are all artificially produced, without mechanization, and it is normal for them to contain impurities. At most, the impurities are high or low.
Just as Cheng Chubi was lying on the bed, thinking wildly, he heard a knock on the door.
After Cheng Chubi shouted, he turned his head and blinked his red eyes several times before he saw clearly that it was Uncle Fu, the housekeeper.
"Uncle Fu, why are you here?" Cheng Chubi grinned and gestured.
"The master, the eldest son, and the second master have all gone on business. The master specially told me to ask the little man to come and ask the third master about you."
"The things you brought back yesterday are left to the villain to handle?"
Cheng Chubi rubbed his forehead to avoid serious matters. He glanced at the tribute paper that had been spread out on the table not far away.
"That's right, Uncle Fu, this matter must be the same as last time. Don't let others know that it was passed down by our old Cheng family."
I saw the butler, Uncle Fu, smiling confidently, patting his chest and saying proudly.
"Haha, don't worry, Third Young Master. What kind of business does our old Cheng family do? There will definitely be no mistakes in this trivial matter."
"Hmm, thank you for your hard work, Uncle Fu. By the way, what time is it?"
"Now, there are still three quarters to noon." The answer given by the steward Fu Shu made Cheng Chubi stunned.
I leaned on the couch feebly and said, "Come on, it seems that you are not late today, but you may be absent from work for a long time, but today you have to go to the Imperial Medical Office."
As long as you take care of others, is it possible that Zhang Yiling and others can also check their own attendance?
While thinking wildly, Cheng Chubi once again closed his eyes peacefully and continued to sleep.
The housekeeper, Uncle Fu, sighed helplessly when he saw the third young master falling asleep again with his head on the pillow.
I had no choice but to pick up the tribute paper and leave the house quietly.
In a short time, this tribute paper was turned into several copies, and the steward Cheng Ping took it.
Looking at the housekeeper, Uncle Fu, he looked at me with a look that said, "You can rest assured when I do the work," and left quietly.
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Cheng Chubi slept until past noon. He woke up from hunger and ate something. Only then did he feel that his body had finally recovered.
Then he hurriedly drove back to the Imperial Medical Office.
At this moment, Zhang Yiling was playing chess with Wang Yiling, and the two of them were having a great time fighting each other.
Wang Yiling hesitated for a long time and then said slowly and calmly while stroking his thick gray beard.
"Maybe our Cheng Taichang has something to do today, so he didn't come to our Imperial Medical Office to play cards."
Hearing these words, Doctor Zhang couldn't help but make a puff and grin, and then he said it seriously.
"Perhaps something big has delayed it, otherwise Cheng Taichang is still very conscientious in his work, no matter it's windy or raining."
"Speaking of which, it's true that Cheng Taichang would come to our Imperial Medical Office to play cards every once in a while, and he would do one big thing after another."
"Then, how else can you win the emperor's favor?" Wang Yiling sighed.
"It's a pity that all the places in our Imperial Medical Office this year have been reserved.
If I had known that Cheng Taichang was going to teach Hua Tuo Ke's medical skills, I would have left a place for my sweet grandson."
Zhang Yiling nodded with deep sympathy and couldn't help but sigh.
"Yes, the two boys in my family also yearn for our Cheng Taichang's skills. They want to learn Cheng Taichang's ability to treat diseases with a knife all day long."
I don’t know how many poultry in the house were poisoned by those two bastard boys. Even the egg-laying hens in the house were not spared. It was a headache.
"...Who wants to learn from Cheng how to use a knife to treat diseases?"
At this moment, Cheng Taichang's voice was heard coming from the direction of the public room door.