Confucianism is supreme? I am reciting Tang poems in another world!

"Shu Zhi, I really didn't expect that your father is actually the lord of Qingzhou City." Ci Song chatted.

Hearing this, Zhang Shuzhi smiled and shook his head, saying: "To tell you the truth, I didn't know that my father had become the lord of Qingzhou City until I came back. Before I left home, my father was just a minor official in the Yin Office of Qingzhou Prefecture. Living in Qingzhou City, although my father later became a county magistrate and temporarily left Qingzhou, it was just an ordinary small courtyard. Who would have thought that in just three years, my father would become the city lord from a small official. It must be his grandfather who is behind him. Help."

"All of this is because of you. You must work hard to practice in the book. The higher your level of literature and Taoism is in the future, the more protection your family will receive."

"Yeah, I will."

Zhang Shuzhi nodded, his face full of determination. At this moment, Zhang Shuzhi led Ci Song and Mo Yao to a dead end. He suddenly touched his head in embarrassment, and then looked at the maid behind him.

"Young City Master, the banquet hall is over here. Let me lead you." The maid replied.

"Okay, you lead the way."

Zhang Shuzhi nodded, then looked at Ci Song awkwardly, and said with an apologetic smile: "Ci Song, please believe now that this is my first time here."

"Just because you took the wrong path, I believe it."

The banquet hall is located in a courtyard. Although it is not as magnificent as the General's Mansion, it still has a unique charm. There are no complicated verandahs and pavilions here, nor too many gorgeous decorations, but it reveals a natural and simple beauty. A clean courtyard with a simple pavilion stands quietly in a corner of the courtyard.

There are several strings of wind chimes hanging on the eaves and corners of the pavilion. The breeze blows and makes a crisp and sweet sound, which seems to add a bit of vitality to this quiet courtyard. In the courtyard, an old locust tree stands tall, with lush branches and leaves, covering half of the courtyard.

This locust tree has experienced many years of wind, frost, rain and snow, but it still stands tall and tall. The sun shines on the ground through the gaps in the locust trees, forming mottled light and shadow. The air is filled with the faint scent of locust flowers, which is refreshing and makes people intoxicated.

"Young General Ci, Miss Mo, and I, Zhang Wanzhi, are waiting for you both."

A middle-aged man, wearing a gray and black robe, quietly walked out of the pavilion, walking calmly. His face was engraved with the weather of the years, his eyes were deep-set, and although his black hair was mixed with a few strands of silver, it was still neatly combed, and he looked energetic.

He walked to Ci Song's side, first nodded slightly to show respect, and then raised his hands in salute, showing a calm demeanor in his movements.

Ci Song stretched out his hand to stop him and said, "You must be Shuzhi's father. Shuzhi and I are classmates, so you don't have to salute me."

Hearing this, Zhang Wanzhi shook his head and said: "General Ci has served the country all his life, wrapped in horse leather, and is loyal to Daliang. General Rentu stepped forward when Daliang was in greatest danger, and fought three battles alone with his own strength." A great scholar, he has achieved unparalleled fame, and his achievements are enough to be passed down through the ages. Young General Ci is the son of General Ci, and it will be a blessing to the country that he will inherit General Ci's mantle in the future."

"I'm just a local official, how dare I put on airs in front of the major general." "Those are the achievements of my grandfather and father back then. Ci Song is just an academy student now, so just consider me a classmate." Ci Song He shook his head and replied.

"good."

Zhang Wanzhi nodded, then looked at Mo Yao who was beside Ci Song, and said: "Miss Mo, please forgive me for your father's matter. My father and I have a very good personal relationship. He and I were both junior officials in Qingzhou Prefecture. We have worked together for many years and we treat him like brothers. I will go and offer him a stick of incense tomorrow."

Speaking of this, Zhang Wanzhi sighed softly and said: "Life is impermanent, and time goes by. In the past, we drank wine and talked happily, but today there is a separation between yin and yang. Miss Mo, I hope you will show mercy and accept the change."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang." Mo Yao nodded and replied.

"In the evening, the meal is ready. You can come and enjoy it."

A female voice came from the banquet hall. When Zhang Wanzhi heard the words, he turned around quickly and said with a smile: "Thank you, madam, I'll come right now."

After Zhang Wanzhi said that, he led everyone to the banquet hall. He saw a woman standing at the door, looking at Ci Song and his party. She looked simple, wearing a light blue dress and an apron-like cloth. , looks simple yet neat. Her face was filled with a friendly smile, like the warm sunshine of spring, which warmed people's hearts.

Zhang Wanzhi stepped forward quickly, took off the woman's apron, and put it aside. The woman smiled, then took Zhang Wanzhi's hand and looked at Ci Song and Mo Yao.

"Madam, these two are Major General Ci and Miss Mo." Zhang Wanzhi introduced the woman.

"I've met the young general, I've met Miss Mo." Upon hearing this, the woman quickly put down Zhang Wanzhi's hand, bowed slightly to Ci Song and Mo Yao.

"Madam, there is no need to be polite."

Ci Song and Mo Yao both returned the favor, and then walked into the banquet hall. It was said to be a banquet hall, but the furnishings in the room were very simple. There was a table, a few chairs, and five pairs of bowls and chopsticks on the table. The styles of the meals are also ordinary.

The food prepared by others looked very ordinary, but Mo Yao tasted a different taste from this simple meal. This taste was very familiar to her, it was a taste of home.

"Master Ci, Miss Mo, our city lord's residence is used to having simple meals. When I heard that these two distinguished guests were coming, my wife went to cook with her own hands and made these crude side dishes. Please don't dislike it." Zhang Wanzhi sat at the table and looked at Song and Mo Yao, who wrote the poem, smiled.

"Where, these meals smell very fragrant, they must taste very good." Ci Song nodded and replied.

"Then please enjoy your meal." Zhang Wanzhi nodded, then turned to look at his wife and said, "Madam, let's eat together."

The woman nodded and began to eat. Zhang Shuzhi reached out and picked up a piece of pork, put it in his mouth, and said while chewing, "My mother's cooking is still delicious. The food in the restaurant of Yansheng Academy is not half as delicious as my mother's. I want..."

Before Zhang Shuzhi finished speaking, he saw his father Zhang Wanzhi glaring at him, and he quickly swallowed the rest of his words.

"Don't talk while eating, and don't talk while you are eating. If you have anything to say, we can talk after dinner."

Zhang Wanzhi replied lightly, "It seems that you have forgotten the rules of the family during your time in Zhongzhou. After dinner, I will have a good chat with you about your performance in Zhongzhou City during this period."

"Ah?"

Zhang Shuzhi's expression became stiff in an instant. He looked at his father Zhang Wanzhi, then looked at his mother beside him, and finally his eyes fell on Ci Song opposite him, as if asking for help.

Ci Song also saw Zhang Shuzhi's thoughts, and gave him a look that said "May you be blessed", and then began to eat his own rice. Fortunately, Zhang Shuzhi spoke first. If he had spoken first, it would have been embarrassing to break other people's meal rules.

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