Traveling to another world and becoming a local owner

"Well, in that case, then fine! I will just recite two poems casually. If there is anything wrong, I hope you can correct me." Zhang Ling was also furious when he heard this. He knew that if he didn't shock the other party today, it would probably never end.

"The hut is in a human environment, without the noise of carriages and horses.

Ask Jun Henenger? My heart is far away.

Plucking chrysanthemum under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

The mountains are getting better day by day, and the birds are returning.

There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it. "

Tao Yuanming's "Drinking" shocked everyone, and Wang Huan's expression was a little stiff. He opened his mouth slightly but could not speak.

"Good, good, what a great sentence, 'Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the southern mountains. This scene is so desirable. I wish I could build a hut with Brother Zhang and accompany him, work from sunrise to sunset, and rest from sunset to sunrise, so leisurely and comfortable.'" Xia Wenshan, who had been silent all the time, suddenly stood up, stroked his hands excitedly, a blush appeared on his fair face, and he seemed a little excited.

Seeing him like this, Zhang Ling couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end and goose bumps all over his body. He felt a chill and quickly moved his butt back, trying to get away from this person.

"Brother Zhang is truly a man of great talent. We are ashamed of ourselves. This poem is just like the last two lines, 'There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten the words to express it.' For a moment, we did not know what words to use to describe it. We only felt that the artistic conception was profound and fascinating."

Zhang Ling glanced at Wang Huan, who was speechless with shock, and continued to recite:

"In Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, there are peach blossom fairies in Peach Blossom Temple.

The Peach Blossom Immortal planted peach trees and picked flower branches for wine money.

If you are sober, you only sit in front of the flowers; when you are drunk, you have to sleep under the flowers.

Before and after flowers, day after day, drunk and sober year after year.

I hope that the old people die in the wine room, and they don't want to bow in front of the cart.

Cars, dust and horses are rich in interest, and wine cups and flowers are poor in fate.

If the rich is better than the poor, one is on the ground and the other is in the sky.

If the poor and the lowly are compared to a carriage and a horse, he has to drive me free.

People laugh at me for being too crazy, but I laugh at them for not seeing through me.

I don’t see the tombs of the heroes of Wuling, I don’t have wine or flowers, I just hoe the fields.”

This poem "Song of Peach Blossom Cottage" by Tang Bohu was one of his favorite poems when he was in school. When the poem was finished, the room was silent.

Zhang Ling was stunned and looked a little confused. Everyone stood there in a daze, all of them looking dumbfounded.

"Plop", someone dropped the teacup in his hand, waking everyone at the table up.

"Wonderful! Wonderful! Brother Zhang's literary talent is not even a fraction as good as yours. I'm sorry for offending you before. I hope you can forgive me." Wang Huan, who had a look of arrogance before, was the first to speak. He bowed his hands and bowed below his knees, which was the greatest etiquette between literati except for the master-disciple etiquette.

Seeing this, Zhang Ling hurried forward to return the greeting.

“Young Master Wang, please don’t be like this. Our acquaintance is destiny, so don’t mention the past anymore.” After Zhang Ling returned the gift, he quickly helped him up, and the two of them sat down.

"I never thought that Brother Zhang, at such a young age, has such great literary talent. We are far behind him. Could this poem have a name? We are eager to know it."

"This poem is named 'Peach Blossom Temple'. It was inspired by a dream I had a few days ago. I wrote it immediately after waking up. I hope you guys don't laugh at me." Zhang Ling touched his nose and said embarrassedly.

"Brother Zhang, what are you talking about? I have been well-read since childhood and have occasionally produced mediocre works, but I am proud of myself. It is really ridiculous. Compared with Brother Zhang, I am really ashamed." Zhou Yixing spoke sincerely and made up his mind to make friends with him.

"Yes, Brother Zhang is so talented that we are ashamed of ourselves. We are fortunate to meet you today and we must not leave until we are drunk!" Xia Wenshan also complimented him.

"Thank you for your compliments, my friends. This is just a naughty work that is not worthy of being published in a formal setting. Please stop making fun of me." Zhang Ling blushed for the first time and waved his hands quickly. After all, he was taking someone else's poem and claiming it as his own. It felt very awkward, just like cheating in an exam and getting full marks by copying.

"Lingzi, I didn't expect you to be so capable! Not only can you brew the immortal wine in your dream, but you can also compose such a good poem! No, no, I won't go back tonight. I'll go to your house and squeeze in. Maybe I can have a good dream." Liu Jie was so shocked that he couldn't speak. Listening to the compliments from everyone, although he didn't understand the artistic conception of the poem Taohua An, it was much better than the poems and songs he had heard before. When he heard that it was a dream again, he immediately had such an idea.

"Um, Brother Jie, we are all so old, how can we sleep in one bed? I don't have that hobby." Zhang Ling had a look of disgust. It was not that he thought the other party had any bad habits, but mainly because he was too fat. If he lay on his bed, he would have to sleep on the floor.

"Oh? Brother Zhang dreamed about how to make wine?" Zhou Yixing became interested upon hearing this and asked immediately.

"That's not the case. You went to my winery to try it yesterday. Even my father thought it was the most delicious wine in the world. You don't know, that wine is not ordinary. It is as clear as spring water, but with a strong aroma. It is icy cold at first but feels like fire when it goes down the stomach. It is simply incredible." Before Zhang Ling could answer, Liu Jie, who had been silent for a long time, spoke up immediately.

"Oh? There is such a magical wine in the world?"

"Of course. This is the magic wine that the white-bearded old immortal taught my cousin in his dream. Of course it is magical." Liu Jie was a simple man to begin with, and he said with pride and complacency.

"Really? The magic wine is really made?" Zhou Yixing asked excitedly.

Just as Liu Jie was about to speak again, Zhang Ling immediately stepped on him under the table to stop him. Then he smiled and replied, "Because of the poor conditions at home, I just tried to make a little bit, so I came to the county today to buy some young and strong people to help make wine."

"Oh! I see. I wonder when this Huangliang fairy wine can be brewed again so that we can have the chance to taste it." Zhou Yixing realized that he had almost violated a taboo in his haste, so he quickly changed his words.

"In the next two or three days, if you have time, you can come to Wangshan Village in Pinghe Township to find me. I will definitely host a banquet for you."

"Okay, okay. I'll come to your house and bother you. The food is here. We won't leave until we're drunk today."

"Okay! I won't leave until I'm drunk..."

"Don't go home until you are drunk..."

Everyone drank and talked happily, and the banquet lasted for nearly two hours. Zhang Ling had a limited alcohol tolerance, so he didn't drink much, but Liu Jie drank with everyone and was drunk as a puddle of mud.

Zhou Yixing ordered the inn to find a carriage, and Zhuzi and Shunzi took great pains to move him into the carriage.

"Please stay, everyone. Zhang Ling would like to thank you all for your hospitality. If you are free in the next two days, please come to my home for a small gathering. That's goodbye." Zhang Ling stood beside the carriage and bowed in farewell.

Zhou Yixing and the other two also returned the greeting. After exchanging greetings for a while, the carriage slowly drove away.

The driver drove the car southward from the main street. When passing by a bookstore, Zhang Ling got off the car and bought a few best-selling books and storybooks, as well as some writing brushes, inkstones, and paper. Fortunately, the previous host left more than 20 taels of private money, and he brought it with him before entering the city in case he didn't have enough silver.

After buying things, he went straight out of the South City Gate and rushed towards the Liu family. The space in the carriage was originally quite spacious, but Liu Jie was lying in it, almost occupying the entire area of ​​the carriage. Zhang Ling had no choice but to let his fat body squeeze him, looking like he had no desire to live, while the Liu family's servants followed on foot on both sides of the carriage.

When he arrived at Liujia Chong, it was already past the hour of Shen. After instructing Zhuzi and the other two to carry Liu Jie home, he took a car directly back to the village. Wangshan Village and Liujia Chong were separated by a wasteland, and it didn't take long to reach the village. Before he got home, he saw a large group of villagers gathered at the door of his house as if they were watching a commotion.

Seeing this, Zhang Ling hurriedly got off the carriage and took out the few copper coins left in his pocket and gave them to the driver. Because it was the inn's carriage and Zhou Yixing had sent it, there was no need to pay extra money for the carriage. The driver happily accepted the reward, helped take down the books, paper and pens in the carriage, and left.

Zhang Ling was carrying things in both hands and was about to squeeze into the crowd when he saw Daniu's father who was about to go home. He quickly asked, "What's wrong, Uncle Li? What are you all doing at my door?"

"Young master is back. It's nothing. The villagers have never seen the world, so they all came to your house to see the newly bought maids." Old Li smiled and felt a little embarrassed.

"Oh, I thought it was something else? Has Daniu gone home yet?"

"That bastard, I came here to call him back, but he insisted on waiting for you to come back." Old Li scolded with a smile, but he was not angry at all.

"Well, I may have to trouble him with something later." Zhang Ling suddenly remembered the steamed buns promised yesterday. He thought that if he told Lao Li that he wanted to keep Daniu at home for dinner, he probably wouldn't agree, so he said so.

"Well, okay then, young master, just let this brat do whatever needs to be done. If he dares to talk back, just beat him. I'll go back first." Old Li said a few words with a smile, then went home.

"Please make way, please let me in first." Zhang Ling, holding things in both hands, shouted to the villagers who were gathered in three layers inside and outside.

When everyone saw that he was back, they hurriedly made way for him as if they had seen a jinx. Zhang Ling was embarrassed, but it made it easier for him to go in.

"The young master is back!" Xiao Cui was watching a few hired women washing clothes in the yard. When she looked up, she happened to see Zhang Ling carrying large and small bags.

"Master is back?"

"Master, you are so kind to us. We are willing to work like slaves for you and never be able to repay you..."

"Third child, come and kowtow to the young master..."

The women who were busy with their work in the courtyard hurried forward and knelt down, muttering words of thanks. The women with children pulled the children beside them and kowtowed to Zhang Ling.

"Dear sisters-in-law, there is no need to do this. Get up quickly, get up quickly." Zhang Ling hurried forward and pulled up the women and children who were kneeling on the ground in front of him one by one.

"If it weren't for the young master, we don't know where we would have been sold to, and my three-year-old child might have starved to death. Young master, you are our great benefactor." The woman who had been whipped in the pawnshop before was now in tears. She changed into a coarse cloth dress that was covered with patches.

"Yes, young master, if you have any instructions in the future, just tell us. We will be willing even if you die." Another slightly thinner woman also echoed.

"There's no need to be like this, everyone. Now that we're here, we're all family. As long as I have something to eat, I won't let you go hungry. You guys go ahead and do your work. I'll go check on the others." Zhang Ling felt a little reluctant as he looked at the haggard faces of the crowd. He simply said a few words and left.

"Young master, those girls are doing needlework in the side yard. Madam said that the family consists of only women, so she asked for a back door to be opened in the backyard wall. Daniu is directing the five men to build a straw hut in the open space behind the yard." Xiao Cui followed Zhang Ling and briefly recounted what was happening at home.

"Okay, I understand. Sister Xiao Cui, you go ahead and do your work. I'll put these things back in the room and then go find Daniu and the others." Zhang Ling walked straight towards the west wing where he lived without stopping.

He threw the things on the table in the room and went straight to the backyard.

There was a two-meter-wide gap in the courtyard wall. A dark-skinned man was stacking dismantled blue bricks, another was grinding the corners of the wall, and the other three were setting up a shed outside the wall.

The five young men were working very hard. When they saw Zhang Ling coming, they put down their work and greeted him.

"Everyone keep busy, I just came over to take a look."

Upon hearing this, several people smiled and agreed, then continued to work.

"Daniu, where is Ye Qingmei? Is her mother feeling better?" Daniu was carrying a tree trunk that he had cut down from somewhere, and Zhang Ling asked immediately when he saw him.

"Miss Ye has gone back, Brother Ling. She said she will come to see you tomorrow. Her mother is feeling better now, but she is still too sick to speak." Da Niu put the wood on his shoulder on the ground, patted the dust off his hands, walked up to Zhang Ling and said.

"Didn't the doctor at Cirentang say that it could be cured? Why isn't it getting better?" Zhang Ling couldn't help but feel confused when he heard that.

"He was a quack doctor who only cared about money. When we came back at noon, we happened to meet Miss Ye's father on the road. He was pushing Aunt Ye towards home in a small wooden cart. After the father and daughter met, they hugged each other and cried for a long time." Daniu had a sad expression on his face as he recalled what happened at noon.

"and then?"

"Then Uncle Ye told us that the doctor at the Ciren Hall said that ten taels of silver could only save Aunt Ye's life, but could not cure her illness. If she wanted to be cured, another twenty taels would be needed. Uncle Ye didn't have much money, so he could only wait for the person to wake up. The doctor prescribed some medicine and asked him to take Aunt Ye back."

"This is ridiculous! It is said that doctors have kind hearts. How can there be such a greedy and mediocre doctor?" Zhang Ling said as he punched the newly built wooden frame nearby, almost knocking down the wooden stake.

"Brother Ling, isn't Miss Ye engaged to you? If it doesn't work out, just ask Grandma Zhang to get some money for the betrothal gift. Their family is quite pitiful. If Aunt Ye dies, Miss Ye will have to observe mourning for three years, and she will be an old maid by then."

"Well, I'll find a way to deal with this. Is this straw hut built for them to live in?" Zhang Ling sighed and asked.

"Yes, the frame has been built. We just need to lay some hay and put wooden boards around it. It will probably be finished by tomorrow."

"Well, you guys go ahead and do your work. I'll go back to my room and rest for a while." Zhang Ling waved his hand. He felt a headache and went straight back to the west wing.

The money in the family was almost gone, so he had to find a way to make some money as soon as possible. Now there were more than 30 people in the family, and the daily expenses were not a small amount.