The blind man didn't make any special moves, just lightly pressed Li Muyun's face a few times and then took his hand away, and after the excitement on his face, he didn't restrain at all, but became even more excited.
Almost trembling, he said to Li Muyun: "I have been old and touched my bones for decades, and I didn't think that I would have the opportunity to see the existence of lion bones at an age when I was about to enter the earth."
"Hey, you said it clearly, what is a lion bone" Li Muyun was a little creepy by this old man.
"Alas, as the so-called bones were born without relying on their ancestors, they are all independent in starting a family and starting a business, and they are waiting for the fortune to come, and it is even more difficult to count the clothes in their later years.
My lord, this life is destined to be glorious and rich, and to glorify the ancestors. ” The old blind man didn't explain what a lion bone was, but he gave Li Muyun a comment, and then knocked on the blind cane in his hand and walked outside the county office.
But halfway through, he suddenly stopped, opened his mouth as if he had something to say, and hesitated for a long time before saying: "My lord, be careful when you go out during this time, there may be a bloody disaster within ten days" After speaking, without waiting for Li Muyun to say anything, he left on his own.
But at this time, Li Muyun was still thinking about the criticism in front of him, so he didn't care about the so-called blood light disaster at all, so he didn't stop him, and when he thought about it again, the old blind man had already disappeared.
This bone was born without relying on his ancestors, he was completely independent in starting a family, and he waited for the fortune to come, and it was even more difficult to count Yilu in his later years. is just twenty-eight words, but it almost depicts a person's life, Li Muyun has six degree certificates, although there is no literature department, but he can also understand that the last two sentences should mean that the city wall can't stop luck when he comes, and the first two sentences say that he can't count on his family at all.
On the whole, this old blind man's approval is quite accurate, but I don't know if someone deliberately tricked himself into it.
But thinking that this blind man was caught by three fat men from the side of the road like catching dolls, Li Muyun was also relieved.
If someone can arrange such a coincidental thing, it is estimated that even if he understands it, it will be useless, because this method is higher than his rank, and it is impossible to prevent it if he thinks about it.
And just when Li Muyun was thinking about it, Sanfat finally brought someone back, this time it was more reliable, and what he brought back was a gentleman who wrote, that is, the kind that wrote letters for people in the legend.
"Mu Yun, how about it, it's okay this time."
The three fat men came to Li Muyun's side in a few steps, as if they had completed an amazing thing.
"Go to the signing room and find some paper to write the notice."
Li Muyun ignored him, and just pointed to the distance.
"Why am you looking for a few little officials again, can't you use Lao Tzu as a donkey to call together," the third fat man muttered.
But despite this, he didn't dare not go, and was glared at by Li Muyun, and immediately ran out like a leg, and came back with a large bundle of notice paper in less than a moment.
These things are all standing supplies in the county government, and a lot of them will be sent every year, but there are too few things in Sanyin County, and I can't use a few in a year, so there are a lot left.
With a "bang", a large bundle of paper was put on the table by the fat man.
Li Muyun beckoned to the gentleman who was writing: "Come here" "My lord, what do you command?"
Mr.
Writing was a little nervous.
"You come to write a notice, just say that I have a lot of grain here, and I need to transport it to Lijia Town, which is thirty miles away, and all those who come to transport grain will transport a stone of grain to a bucket as a reward.
That's all."
"That's it," the gentleman who wrote was a little embarrassed.
How unreliable is this county order to write such an unreliable notice, why is there no literary brilliance at all.
"Then what do you want, isn't it good to be simple and direct, I'll let you write Guan Guan Ju Dove, there are a few people who can understand it in Hezhizhou" Li Muyun glared at the gentleman impatiently, and said angrily.
"Uh, yes, yes" The writing gentleman was speechless by Li Muyun's words, so he could only nod his head again and again, and then stepped forward and picked up a pen and wrote on the paper.
But don't say it, although this guy is a little down, but the handwriting is really good, at least Li Muyun didn't know anyone after watching it for a long time, so angry that he slapped the table hard: "What did you write to make Lao Tzu play, Lao Tzu asked you to write it simply, I didn't let you write the book of heaven, mother's rewrite" "Yes, yes, yes" Mr.
Writing was frightened, and hurriedly changed a piece of paper to write again, and this time the girl used the official script of the Eight Classics, which was finally understandable.
If you want to say that these literate people in the Tang Dynasty can't change their habit of showing off, they can't change their habit of showing off.
The more famous is Li Bai, the little old man, you said that the emperor asked you to write a preface, you can write it, and if you are satisfied with him, is everyone comfortable, of course, if you don't want to write, it's okay to pretend to be drunk.
But if you have to say that the Son of Heaven can't get on the boat, you claim that the minister is a fairy in wine, don't you say that you are looking for a disease?
The emperor is looking for you, if you don't go, you won't go, you have to sigh, although it can be understood as a literati, but have you considered the emperor's feelings People say that seeing an official is disrespectful sooner or later, it is a disease, not to mention the emperor Therefore, the literate people of the Tang Dynasty were a little too idealistic, and their literary talents were good, but they lacked some tactfulness.
Let's get back to it.
But said that after the writer finished writing what Li Muyun asked him to write, he did not leave, but wrote more than a dozen copies at the invitation of a certain marquis, and at the same time, he graciously retained, and accompanied the three fat men to post more than a dozen notices all over the city, and when he returned to the county office again, it was already dayfall.
"Adult, can the villain go" After running for an afternoon, Mr.
Writing, whose legs were a little trembling, asked Li Muyun for instructions.
"Where are you going" Li Muyun glanced up at him: "From today onwards, you will be my secretary, understand?"
"Ah, secretary," Mr.
Writing was stunned.
"There's a house in the backyard, let's find a room by yourself" Ignoring the writer, he waved his hand and motioned for his subordinates who had come back to take him to the back office.
Since Li Muyun arranged for someone to arrest the shrew, Sun Liang rationally chose to move, and not only that, but the goods also ran to the prison to eat and live with his wife, and it seems that he doesn't plan to come out.
So the current back office is empty, no one lives at all, after Li Muyun settled Mr.
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Writing, then looked at the guy dressed as a small guy in front of him, and reminded the old thing: "You just said that your lord agreed, then can you tell me, when will my grain arrive Lao Tzu's patience is limited, don't force Lao Tzu to tear up the ticket":