To be honest, Wu Jie thinks that Butler Song is a good person. At least the last time he came to quit the wedding, he was polite to him and looked ashamed of doing something wrong.

This person is kind and not annoying.

Wu Jie knew Moth's temper, and he couldn't say anything bad later.

Don’t want to embarrass the old man, Wu Jie pushed open the gate and walked in, and smiled and said, “Butler Song is here, what wind blows you over?”

"Ah, it turns out to be Mr. Wu." Seeing Wu Jie come in, Butler Song was very surprised and bowed repeatedly, and replied: "Of course, it was the wind that was soaring and the apes were blowing over the old slave."

Wu Jie smiled: "You know this poem too, butler Song is a gentleman."

"How could you not know that the poems of the young master have now shaken the entire Chengdu Prefecture. People say that the poems of the young master are not only in Sichuan, but even if you look at the whole world, they are also first-class." Butler Song was a little excited: "I don't know what the poems of the young master are, but my husbands who listened to the book in private talked quietly and said that the song "Linjiangxian" is comparable to the uncle. As for the seven-character quatrain, I'm afraid it's better than him. Who is the character of the uncle, the young master, even he is better than him, so it's naturally amazing."

Before Wu Jie could speak, the moth next to him screamed in surprise: "Ah, my young master's poems are so good. Mr. Song, you are not a tyrant? I only know what kind of poetry meeting the young master went to your Tang family that day and attended, and what the specific situation is, but no one heard of it."

The moth was full of resentment towards the Tang family. Wu Jie had to go to the poem meeting at that day because he received the order from the magistrate. After he came back, he fell asleep. He never mentioned it once.

Moth didn't care much about this, so he didn't ask.

"How dare I?" Butler Song couldn't help but jumped and sweared: "If Lao Nu has a false statement, let the thunder in the sky take me away."

His expression became more and more excited: "The talented men from all over Chengdu who attended the poetry meeting that day, together with the master and the professor of the prefecture, came. As for the uncle, he was a famous scholar all over the world. Everyone was very impressed by Mr. Wu's poems and unanimously elected Mr. Wu as the first name of the poetry meeting that day."

"Ah, the first place, the whole Chengdu Prefecture... or even the whole Sichuan?" The moth opened his mouth and couldn't speak: "Then why haven't I heard anyone talk about this in the past few days?"

Wu Jie also felt strange and looked at Butler Song with confusion.

Butler Song smiled and said, "Miss Moth, the more than 60,000 families in Xinjin County have more than 600 reading and literacy. Most of them are genius with status..." After saying that, he kept silent.

Wu Jie immediately understood that those who could participate in such literary gatherings were considered to be figures with status and status throughout Chengdu Prefecture, and were in the upper class. He and Moth walked in the streets and alleys all day long, and they were all ordinary people. Ordinary people did not care about the trends in the literary world, poetry, songs and essays.

In fact, the gentry, scholars and ordinary citizens of the Ming Dynasty were people from both worlds, so it was normal that they did not hear the news of that poetry meeting.

There are more than 60,000 households in Xinjin County, with a population of 300,000 to 400,000, and there are only 500 or 600 people who can read. The literacy rate in the Ming Dynasty was really low and it is incredible.

Now that I have gained a reputation for one poem and one poem, I have squeezed into the mainstream society. If I can get fame and fortune and get into the ruling class, my future will be very good.

In this way, even if you travel thoroughly to this world in the future, it will be ten thousand times better than being a mediocre white-collar worker in modern times.

Thinking of this, Wu Jie felt very happy and asked, "Butler Song, what are you doing here this time?"

"Old slave, old slave..." Butler Song looked embarrassed and said a few words, but couldn't continue.

"If you have something to say," Moth was a little unhappy and said, "If you have nothing to do, please go back."

After saying that, he raised his broom and acted as a gesture to sweep the yard and drove Butler Song out.

Wu Jie suddenly remembered something, grabbed Mochizi and smiled and said, "Don't rush to drive Butler Song, he has one more good thing he hasn't said."

"What a good thing, I think he has nothing good." Moth said angrily.

Wu Jie: "Butler Song is here to give me money. Moth, have you always loved money? I forgot that at the last poetry meeting, the Tang family offered a reward of 100 taels of silver, saying that whoever can get the first name was his. Unfortunately, Wu Jie got the first place."

"Who loves money?" Mori raised his nose and became happy: "There are such a good thing, why haven't I heard you talk about it before? It's been ten days since the Tang family thought about sending money over. Do you want to pay for it?" As he said that, he spread his hands and chased Butler Song to ask for money.

Butler Song was busy and said, "Miss, don't be anxious." It was because we servants were not considerate and delayed for a while. Please forgive me. Why don't you give me money today?

He hurriedly took out a bag of silver and handed it to Moth.

Moth took it happily and waved impatiently: "Thank you, Butler Song, the silver has been received, you can go back."

"The old slave has another word to say to Mr. Wu." Butler Song looked at Wu Jie pitifully.

Wu Jie was also surprised. It was more than ten days later, and the Tang family sent someone to give me the rewards. Things didn't seem so simple on the surface.

His expression turned up and he grabbed the unpleasant moth: "Butler Song, please say something if you have something to do."

Butler Song: "Actually, the young man came to Mr. Wu's place this time to invite the master to study at our Tang family's Muma Mountain Room."

"Reading, I, Wu Jie, don't have this idea yet." Wu Jie waved his head, smiled faintly, and refused.

To be honest, it doesn’t make sense to study at the Tang family now. Perhaps, Yang Zongzhi is a tutor with real talents and knowledge. After studying under him for a few years, he can learn some real skills.

The problem is that my relationship with the Tang family is not awkward, and I went to meet the Tang family, who was full of anger every day, and wasn’t it boring to ask for it?

Even if you have to learn real skills, you can't find any information on the computer. Besides, you can't finish reading the books in the library in your entire life, so why bother to sit in the classroom like a dumb goose and be hit by the teacher with a rifle.

What exactly is learning? It’s not just about entering the imperial examination. There are eight-legged essays and exam questions in hand, so you can’t pass any level. If you study simply because of your interest, Wu Jie is more willing to study by himself, at least it is much more efficient than being hurt in class.

The most important thing is that the government test is about to begin, and it is too late to memorize the test questions. Who has the time to go to school to see the stinky face of the Tang family?

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Chapter completed!