Chapter 1077
"Come on, raise your legs."
"Yes, it's like this. You have to straighten your waist and lower your knees as much as possible."
"Yes, one big, two big, cheating on the left, shaking hands, yes, flinging clothes, squinting eyes slightly...Go on, take a cross step, I didn't let you paint a snake! You are a fool, you are in the end Will you take a cross step?"
"Yes, once again, turn around. After turning around, you should kneel down on your right knee immediately and put your hand on your left knee. Go..."
In the brewery, Zhang Feng taught several people over and over again.
Outside the door, the old steward of Zhang Shan's mansion, Zhang Fu, listened very strangely.
Such voices have spread throughout the Street Market since early this morning. If they hadn’t heard the rumors that Zhang Feng had a fight with the four Great Confucian leaders last night, Down the mountain in anger.
Zhang Shan originally came in person, but in the end he couldn't wait and left, leaving Zhang Fu to wait for Zhang Feng at the door and ask about Zhang Feng's specific situation.
But it wasn't until the evening that Zhang Feng took Cheng Chumo and a few people out of the brewery in sweat.
Fortunately, Zhang Feng's white robe hasn't changed at all. By then Cheng Chumo and the others will feel uncomfortable.
Since last night, Zhang Feng has put them on short shirts, and they are also made of top-quality silk. White meets black, and there is a row of Zhang Feng on the chest called the row. Buttoned clothes.
It looks awkward.
As soon as Li Chengqian and the others came out, their servants hurriedly put robes on them. At first, Li Chengqian and the others were indeed a bit repulsive, and even some felt ashamed. After all, they were short. Shirts are all dressed up by lower-class people. At this time, they are wearing them, and they are still going to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival, which can't help but make a few people even more unnatural.
However, under Zhang Feng’s repeated insistence, everyone clenched the teeth and persevered. After all...
This thing is also made of top-quality silk. There are still some differences in the burlap.
There is no future for myself and the others. Once Zhang Feng loses power in this Mid-Autumn Festival poem, they all know what the ending will be. To be fair, this dance is indeed a bit nondescript, but once you accept the dance posture If it’s true...
Of course, all of this must start from Zhang Feng. If it weren’t for Zhang Feng from the very beginning, he would instill his set of values in everyone. They dare not agree with the thoughts of visual enjoyment and so on.
After all, Zhang Feng takes this matter very seriously, and not only that, Zhang Feng will also play in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting tomorrow night, and this is what made them feel at ease.
Otherwise they will always think that this is a plan compiled by Zhang Feng to make them foolish...
Little Tavern is a good place.
Although the place where I live is a bit unbearable to look at, the food here is still different from that on the mountain. After all, I can eat the food cooked by Feng'zi once again, which is also a joy of life.
At this time, Zhang Feng and the others also discovered Zhang Fu. Zhang Feng wiped the sweat from his face and allowed a few people to move around freely before entering the little Tavern to welcome Zhang Fu.
As soon as I sat down, Zhang Fu laughed and said, "Noble Son Zhang, what are you doing in Winery?"
Zhang Feng gave a haha without explaining What? Instead, he asked: "Steward Zhang seems to have been waiting for a long time? Is there any major event?"
Zhang Fu nodded: "Indeed, early this morning, Lord heard that Noble Son last night I quarreled with the four Great Confucians on the mountain, what can I do?"
Zhang Feng thought for a while, this must be a good thing Yu Shinan and the others did, nodded: "Yes, last night, Indeed, some quarrels occurred."
hearing this, Zhang Fu's face couldn't help but change. ,
"Noble Son Zhang, but for the Iron ore business?"
Zhang Feng didn’t even bother to talk about this with old steward at this time, and asked: "What can I say, It's better to just say old steward straight."
Zhang Fu laughed and realized his identity.
"Before Lord, because of this incident, a lot of people went out, but Lord learned about it today, so he came to find you in person. But he saw that your door was closed and you were still having beer. That strange noise came from the factory, and I realized that Noble Son Zhang was preparing for tomorrow’s Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Fair... So Lord meant that he wanted the old man to ask, how is Noble Son preparing? If it doesn’t work. , Lord has already gone personally..."
Zhang Feng hurriedly said, "The youngster has already made plans for this matter. If Lord Zhang is willing, please refrain from contacting during this period of time, otherwise you will be culprit. I'm thinking about it."
Zhang Fu hearing this, he had to sigh.
"Well, in that case, the old man has a letter from Lord personally to me, addressed to Duke of Chen. Lord and Duke of Chen had a lot of fate back then, so Cheng promised Lord to help him in the future. If this is the case, the old man will not stay much. It is just that Duke of Chen seems to be a guest in the Sixteenth King’s Mansion at this time. If the uncle has time, please go back and have a look. Maybe Can I help..."
Duke of Chen?
Hou Junji?
What is this old youngster doing in Cháng'ān at this time?