Chapter 53: The Divine Child Makes His Move, Who Can Compete With Him?

  "Who is so bold." Wang Xie half-drew his waist knife, and Liu Zhang and the other officials also curiously looked at the crowd. A 7 or 8 year old child emerged from the crowd with his hands behind his back. The small stature, tender white face, and childish eyes all made these officials astonished, really unable to imagine that the words just now came out of his mouth.

  Children are innocent and unsuspecting.

  "Where did this rascal come from? Take him out!" Wang Xi shouted loudly, and several bodyguards were about to step forward when Liu Zhang raised his hand to stop them.

  Liu Zhang looked at Zhou Bu's red lips and white teeth, Gan Luo twelve worshiped Qin Xiang, Xiang Tong seven years old as Kong Shi, many strange talents in the folk, Liu Zhang did not despise him because he was a child, said to Zhou Bu: "Child, you are a talented person, but unfortunately your vision is short-sighted. When encountering wind and cloud, you become a dragon, sitting in the west of Chuan, it's not necessarily impossible to enter the Central Plains. I am a member of the imperial family, treacherous officials dominate, supporting the great Han dynasty, why should we still hide our swords?"

  "As soon as the wind and clouds meet, they transform into dragons." Fa Zheng and others were even more astonished, their own master actually had such talent. With just this one sentence, he could already be called a literary master of the world.

  Some scholars and sons heard that there were also officials from the Pastoral Department, so they came to watch, in order to have a general estimate of the exam questions. If the literary talents of these high-ranking officials are not worth mentioning, can the exam questions be very difficult?

  But now that they have heard Liu Zhang's words, these scholars' minds are immediately filled with doubts. They had not thought that a prefect like Liu Zhang, a cruel and violent man, could have so much talent. But when they heard the couplet, they were shocked, and now that they have heard these two lines of poetry, they are even more astonished. If the prefect is this accomplished, what about the literary officials he has hired? The examinees can't help but feel anxious about the exam questions.

  "Jinlin is not an ordinary object in the pool, once it encounters wind and cloud, it changes into a dragon. I really didn't expect Governor Zhou to have such talent. It seems that my trip to Yizhou this time was not in vain. However, as a humble craftsman, let me tell you a principle, sir."

  "I forged a sword with too little charcoal, and the sword was soft, unable to kill the enemy. With more charcoal, the sword became brittle, easy to break when entering flesh. And if there's even more charcoal, the sword will shatter into pieces, becoming useless iron. This sword from Yi Province, the governor added too much charcoal."

  The officials and scholars looked at each other in dismay, if such words came from the mouth of an old man with a white beard, he would be considered a high scholar. But since they came from the mouth of a child, they brought even greater astonishment than Liu Zhang's two absolute sentences. Except for the ironworkers who were self-satisfied, the rest of the craftsmen were baffled, and the officials and scholars were stunned.

  Fa Zheng burst out laughing and stepped forward, saying: "Young friend, you know the principle that what is too rigid will easily break. Do you realize that what you are doing now is precisely this? A child like you will surely die young."

  "Haha." Zhou Bu Yi not only didn't refute Fa Zheng, but instead burst into loud laughter: "I had expected this a long time ago. I am just one person, but if the Governor dies, the consequences would be much more severe than my own death, as he commands millions of people and has countless civil and military officials under his command."

  "You..." The crowd of civil and military officials heard Zhou Yu curse Liu Zhang, they were shocked and angry, some of the guards had already drawn their swords to attack, but Zhou Yu remained calm and composed.

  Liu Zhang stopped his subordinates' actions, looking at this old-fashioned child, carefully searching through his memories in his heart, but he couldn't think of Zhou Wuyi's character. Suppressing the surprise in his heart, he said to Zhou Wuyi: "Thank you, young brother, for your teachings. This official will definitely remember today's words. I just don't know if you came here specifically to teach me or if there is another purpose?"

  "I have come..."

  Just as Zhou Buyi was about to continue, an old man rushed out of the crowd: "Zhou Buyi, come back quickly, don't make trouble, can't I just give you half of my food?"

  "I don't want your food." Zhou Bu Yi glanced at Zhang Zhong Jing and said to Liu Zhang: "I came here to protest. Why do you only give food to those who are taking the exam and not me? I've traveled thousands of miles to get here, it's not easy! I'm starving, oh no!" Zhou Bu Yi covered his stomach and squatted down.

  The people around were first stunned, then burst into laughter. If it weren't for Zhou's words, everyone would have forgotten that he was still a child.

  Wang Fu bowed to Liu Zhang and said: "Your Excellency, we have only arranged for the food of the examiners and examinees, which is not thoughtful. Please forgive us."

  "What sin to forgive? This is right, however." Liu Zhang thought for a moment and said: "Prepare a sum for this child, the money will be counted on... Fa Zheng's head, who made him lead that little kid to curse me."

  "I... " Fa Zheng has always been careless with his life, that little salary is not enough for himself to spend, let alone bleed, the old man is very reluctant.

  After Zhang Zhongjing took Zhou Buji away, Fa Zheng excitedly bowed to Liu Zhang and said: "Congratulations, my lord, on obtaining this heavenly gifted talent."

  "Congratulations, Your Excellency." Wang Fu and others all bowed down together.

  Liu Zhang watched the departing figure of Zhou Bu Yi, shook his head and said: "This Zhou Bu Yi is a rare prodigy, unfortunately those words just now showed both his talent and his shortcomings. Let's observe him for now."

  The examination venue was covered with many large greenhouses on the west side, which were temporary residences for candidates. Outside the greenhouse, there was a large locust tree, and several middle-aged women were serving rice and dishes to the candidates under it. Zhou Buwen took a bowl of suite rice back to Zhang Zhongjing's side.

  Two men sat on the stone steps, Zhou Bu Yi eating and complaining, "Old man, I've followed dozens of masters, but following you has brought me the most suffering."

  Zhang Zhongjing picked up a piece of meat and threw it into Zhou Bu's bowl, saying: "You should be content with what you have. Jingnan is still at war, many civilians can't eat their fill, many are fleeing in distress. You now have food, drink, and a place to live, what more could you be discontent about?"

  "Hey, I'm talking to you, old man. You're from a decent family, aren't you? You can't be so unambitious, can you?"

  Zhang Zhongjing chuckled and pointed around, saying to Zhou Bu: "Look, look at those people, they're all doctors from various places. In the past when I was in Changsha, I never thought there were so many strange and unusual methods of treating illnesses, and that so many ordinary things could be used as medicine. This time, even if we didn't find Aguada, it wasn't a waste... That Yizhou Mu is really a good person..."

  Zhang Zhongjing went on and on about things that were good for the common people, but Zhou Buji was really fed up. After finishing his meal in a few mouthfuls, he tossed his bowl to Zhang Zhongjing and said: "I'm going out now. That shed is too hot and crowded, and many people don't even wash their feet. I'm going to find an inn."

  Zhou Bu Yi finished speaking and left.

  "Where did you get the money from?" Zhang Zhongjing shouted.

  "Don't worry."

  "No cheating, no stealing."

  "Got it."

  Zhang Zhongjing sighed, slowly chewing his food while silently thinking to himself: You go live in a hostel if you want, but when it comes to smelly feet, one of yours is as bad as two of others.

  Seeking votes...... I hate those who write banned books, not for anything else, but for turning a good poem into a forbidden language.