On the last day of Lantern Festival, there are no fewer people in the street market than when they first started. Whether it is the city or the literati, they will come out to enjoy the last fun of the annual Lantern Festival when they have time.

Chen Yue took Luo Liang and Gong Fu to stroll around the market, and from time to time he turned around and smiled and said a few words to the two behind him. This way of bringing the relationship between the two is a compulsory course for every qualified boss. He is easy to use and does not feel any effort.

Chen Yue did not have much pressure on the banquet tonight. Although the guests who his grandfather attached so much importance to were always of some origin, he had seen much more of the world than such a big one in his previous life. Besides, he cooked cooking at night. As the "ancestor" of cooking in Hangzhou, he set the standard for cooking. As the standard for cooking, he did not make any problems as long as he did not shake his hands and knocked the salt jar, he thought there would be no problem.

He bought the dishes with good looks along the way. The two of them would naturally come forward to carry them for him. He was happy and relaxed. There was no need to do this by himself. While getting closer, it would not be without a master-servant relationship.

When it was almost noon, Chen Yue took the two to find a restaurant with a very good store for lunch, which was the first benefit they had joined their subordinates.

After entering the door, I saw that the lobby was quite spacious, but most of the good places were picked by people, so I asked the waiter to find a seat to sit down and asked the two of them to order their own dishes. Today, they always have to have a good meal.

Luo Liang and Gong Fu usually don’t have a chance to come to such a restaurant for dinner. They couldn’t help but feel a little excited. They looked around and went to see if there were any fresh dishes.

"Brother Luo! Brother Gong San! What a coincidence today, you two can also make a profit for food?"

The two turned around and looked at the table next to the window, five or six people were sitting. One of the tall men was waving his hand to call them. It turned out that Hao Li, who lived next to Luo Liang's house, was familiar with both of them.

Seeing that he was an acquaintance, Luo Liang smiled and said, "Why are you a farmer who has money to drink at such a restaurant today?"

Tianshelang means "farmer" in ancient times, and it is not much different to later generations to curse people as "rural bullies". However, the two of them have a good relationship on weekdays, and it was a joke at this time. Hao Li was not upset and walked to the two and turned to introduce him to the table: "They are all working in the Chen family in Nanfeng Lane."

He pointed to the people next to him and said, "This is my manager, and he is the manager today." After hearing this, the two hurriedly saluted him, and the manager Ding smiled and nodded in greeting: "Since they are all familiar with each other, why not sit here and eat together."

Gong Fu said: "Thank you, Manager Ding, for your kindness, but today my young master invited us to drink, and he is still waiting there."

Hao Li asked first before Ding Ye spoke: "Which young master is it in your family?"

"It's the fifth brother, right, just sit there." Gong Fu pointed in the direction of Chen Yue.

Hao Li looked in the direction he pointed and smiled, "It's the fifth brother of the Chen family who told you about General Yue's military affairs the day before yesterday. Can you continue to talk about it in the past two days? The killing of Qin Hui is really hateful."

After hearing the story told by Chen Yue that day, Luo Liang and Gong Fu naturally couldn't help but show off. At this time, entertainment activities were poor, and a group of acquaintances sat down to set the dragon gate formation was a common pastime. Hao Li had heard them say it once before.

Gong Fu rolled his eyes when he heard what he said: "General Yue was killed by Qin Hui, so there is no future text. Yesterday I told the story of the Three Kingdoms." It seemed that he had completely forgotten that he was also begging to continue listening to the following text that day.

Hao Li was slightly disappointed. Just as he was about to speak, a lukewarm voice came from the next table: "Then have Chen Shangwen not been able to copy other poems in the past few days? He didn't dare to come out for several invitations to the literary meeting. It turned out that he was working as a storyteller at home."

Someone said to the table next to him: "I'm afraid that Mr. Storytelling has copied the jokes, and I made some general's story to fool the servants. Now I can't continue to tell them anymore, so I used the stories from the Three Kingdoms to stir up the rice."

Several people looked at each other, and there were seven or eight people sitting at the tables over there, all dressed up by students.

Manager Ding was the manager of Ding Ye in the front yard in Linhuyuan that day. He could recognize half of them. Cheng Bolun, who came to West Lake literary career, was among them. When his family was unhappy with the other side, he had no need to get up to salute, frowned and lowered his head to drink.

Luo Liang and Gong Fu did not recognize who each other was, so they glared at them. Gong Fu pointed at them and said, "Who are you? How dare you slander my young master so much!"

The student who had spoken out first did not look at him and said coldly: "Hmph, when the students in Wushan gather here, everything in the world can be judged. Why can't you tell me that person?"

"That's true. If you don't accept it, ask Chen Shangwen to come over and say he will wait for me. Just say that Tangyu Lake in Wushan is here to wait for his guidance."

A few people next to him immediately started to shout, each calling out their names, threatening to come over and try the high and low.

On the evening of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Cheng Bolun from Wushan Wenhui took a few poems from his fellow disciples to the West Lake Wenhuihui to "kick the hall" and was swept by Chen Yue's poems in recent days. It can be said that these people were disgraced, so naturally they could not help but hold grudges. If Ang Lee and others did it, they would have nothing to say, but with Chen Yue's former reputation, how could they accept it?

Tangyuhu said: "Even if Chen Shangwen disdains to talk to us about poetry, he can tell his servants about the Three Kingdoms, so he comes to give some advice on the historical materials of the late Han Dynasty to let us open our eyes."

Zheng An also spoke among the group of people at this time: "Why do you have to be so polite to Brother Tang? Then Chen Shangwen must have no words to copy. How many posts have we handed over these days? Did he dare to come out once?"

Luo Liang couldn't stand it. He had just heard of "The River Going East" yesterday. He had long lost a trace of suspicion about his young master and said angrily: "My young master is naturally talented, but he just doesn't want to tell you!"

"Ha ha!"

"I am very talented but I don't want to say it out loud, so I laughed so hard."

"Hahaha, what a talented person who doesn't want to say it."

The students seemed to have never heard such a funny joke before. The people in the table burst into laughter, which attracted everyone in the hall to look at each other and came to find out what happened.

Hao Li quickly pulled the corner of Luo Liang's clothes aside and whispered: "Brother Luo, don't be impulsive."

Ding Ye didn't want to look at the faces of the people there, so he paused his chopsticks and looked up and said, "Even if your young master made a good word, it would be not easy to write another song "Flowers thousands of flowers and trees at night in the east wind". If the trouble is too big, he is forced to do nothing, and the words he took out are not as good as before, this name of plagiarism will be settled."

As an outsider, he was willing to say this in public as a very kind reminder. Luo Liang calmed down a little, turned around and was about to walk away.

Zheng An said coldly again: "What did we say to the two servants? I lost my identity. I am afraid that Chen Shangwen has already slipped away at this time. I, Zheng An, put my words here. He dared not come out for a day, so I decided that his poems were copied in one day!"

Luo Liang could no longer bear it, pointed at Zheng An and scolded: "Zhi Mom! You..."

"Tsk, is it angry or is it guilty? Haha!" Zheng An didn't care. The other party didn't dare to come up and do something with him anyway. The more angry they got, it would be more beneficial to him. Last time he had already suffered a loss by being angry by Chen Yue. At this time, he thought of giving back to him with his own way.

"The river flows eastward and washes away all the eternal heroes." Gong Fu's character was a little worse. He was not good at arguing with others. In desperation, he read the song "Nian Nujiao" out in one breath. As soon as he said that, he regretted it.

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I will update first, today I will also like to thank Geng Xiaoqiang for his reward again.
Chapter completed!