Quick Transmigration: Pangu is Actually My Brother

Chapter 337 Liang Zhu (8)

"Picking chrysanthemums by the eastern fence, drinking a bowl of chrysanthemum tea." One of the people in the crowd recited the line in a seemingly serious manner.

It's actually quite neat, though it's wrong.

Just then, an old man carrying a shoulder pole came over and said, "Picking chrysanthemums by the eastern fence, would you like a bowl of chrysanthemum tea?"

"you……"

"Okay!"

Ma Wencai was about to get angry when he heard Wangyou agree immediately.

The old man watched the two of them as he poured two bowls of tea. After pouring the tea and collecting the money, the old man carried his shoulder pole and swayed away.

"Wencai, pack your things, let's go."

"But we haven't found Mr. Wuliu yet."

"We've found it, just follow me." Ma Tong and Qingzhu quickly put away the notice and followed the two.

"Isn't it true that no one can match up with you?"

"Master Wuliu is, after all, from a scholarly family, so he'll never lack money. But he has the integrity to refuse to bow down for five pecks of rice. If we do this, he'll definitely come out and make his presence known if he's in the vicinity."

"You mean the old man who sells chrysanthemum tea?"

"Yes, let's go."

"Why are you following an old geezer like me who sells chrysanthemum tea?" The old man turned around, saw Wangyou and the others, and asked angrily.

“Sir, we’ve come to see Mr. Wu Liu,” Wang You said with a smile.

"There's no Mr. Wuliu or Mr. Liuliu here. It's just me, an old geezer." The old man glanced at the two of them and then ignored them.

"Wencai, look at this land. It's overgrown with weeds and sparsely planted with bean sprouts. Apart from Mr. Wuliu, I doubt anyone could grow such terrible land," Wangyou said, looking at a piece of land next to her.

“Indeed, but do you really think Mr. Wuliu can support himself by cultivating such land?” Ma Wencai asked cooperatively.

“Have you ever seen a farmer cultivate land like this? If all land were like this, there would probably be no one left in the world.”

"Then how will he live?"

"I already said he's from a noble family; noble families never lack money."

"Hey, you two brats, do you need to judge how well I farm?" the old man said, displeased.

"You planted this land? I thought it was planted by Mr. Wuliu. You're not Mr. Wuliu, so how did you manage to plant such a land?" Wangyou seemed very surprised, while Qingzhu lowered her head and tried her best to suppress her laughter.

"Who says only Mr. Wuliu can grow such land? Besides, my beans are quite good."

"Oh, I see. But the next line after 'Picking chrysanthemums by the eastern fence' is 'Leisurely gazing at the Southern Mountain.' That's the Southern Mountain over there. This is the only place within a ten-mile radius where you can see the Southern Mountain, which means this must be the residence of Mr. Five Willows. Wow, I know! You must have been trying to steal money while Mr. Five Willows was away!" Wangyou said confidently.

The old man turned pale with anger at Wangyou's words, but he couldn't refute them, since it was Wangyou himself who said he wasn't Mr. Wuliu.

"Since Mr. Wuliu isn't here, we'll wait for him to return. Old man, you should go home now. When Mr. Wuliu comes back, I won't tell him that you wanted to steal his property," Wangyou said again, still not satisfied with the old man's anger.

"I know Mr. Wuliu!"

"You think you know them just because you say so? I don't believe it!" Wangyou didn't give the old man any face. "Qingzhu, I saw some fish in that pond. Let's cook fish tonight."

"Understood, young master." Qingzhu led Ma Tong directly to catch fish.

"Hey, what are you doing? Those are my fish."

"Those are Mr. Wu Liu's fish, not yours!" Wangyou and Ma Wencai exchanged a glance; this old man was quite stubborn.

After saying that, Wangyou ignored the old man and took Ma Wencai directly to the vegetable garden to pick vegetables, claiming that she would prepare a sumptuous dinner for Mr. Wuliu when he returned.

Qingzhu's cooking skills are beyond doubt. The moment the aroma comes out, it makes people's mouths water. The old man was no exception. It was truly the first time in his life that he had smelled such a fragrant dish.

"Why hasn't Mr. Wuliu returned yet?" Wangyou sighed, looking at the path outside the door.

"Young Master, you and Young Master Ma eat first. I'll make noodles for Mr. Wu Liu when he returns," Qingzhu said seriously.

"This is good." Wangyou nodded, picked up her chopsticks, and prepared to start eating.

"Wait, um, I am Mr. Wuliu." The old man couldn't help but reveal his identity.

"How can you prove you are Mr. Wuliu?" Wangyou asked with a smile.

"I'm right here, do you still need me to prove it?"

"What if you're an imposter, just trying to get free food?" Wangyou's words weren't without merit.

The old man never imagined that one day he would have to prove that he was himself.

"Who am I? I'm Tao Yuanming, the Five Willows Gentleman! I don't need to cheat people out of vegetables. Kid, don't you know how to respect your elders?" The old man said angrily, waving his arms around himself.

"You're right, I almost forgot. When you're out and about, you should respect the elderly and care for the young. Sit down and eat with us!" Wangyou smiled and looked up, then said, knowing that teasing her any further would be inappropriate.

"You guys know what's good for you." The old man sat down and started adding rice to his bowl, eating with great relish. Seeing this, Wangyou and Ma Wencai joined in the scramble for food.

The three of them ate until they were stuffed.

"It's been so long since I've had such delicious food," the old man said contentedly.

"Mr. Wuliu, we are students of Nishan Academy. We have come here on the orders of the headmaster to ask you to teach us at the academy," Wangyou said seriously after finishing his meal.

"I am a recluse who has long since ceased to meddle in worldly affairs, so I will not go," Tao Yuanming said, waving his hand.

"Don't you want to eat such delicious food every day from now on?" Wangyou said with a smile.

"If you agree to teach at the academy, I will ask Qingzhu to make an extra portion every time he cooks. As long as you teach at Nishan Academy for one day, we will provide meals. If you don't want to teach anymore, that's up to you."

The old man fell silent. The food was indeed exceptionally delicious; it was the first time in his life he had ever tasted such a meal. It would be a real pity if he never had the chance to eat it again.

"Moreover, with chaos looming, the students of Nishan Academy will all be destined for officialdom. Since you, sir, are unwilling to bow down for a mere five pecks of rice, why not teach more upright students?"

Tao Yuanming closed his eyes and refused to bow down for five pecks of rice because he didn't lack those five pecks of rice; what he lacked was fairness and justice.

"The court is in complete chaos; how could one person possibly change it?"

“But if we don’t do anything, who knows if we can change things? But if we do something, there’s always hope. Do you want to spend your whole life like this, watching this dynasty continue to decay? Since you are talented, why waste your time in the countryside?”

"I'll think about it. You all go and rest." The old man was a little annoyed, waved his hand, and went back to his room.

Will he agree?

"Yes, if he were truly content to live in seclusion here for the rest of his life, why would he have entered officialdom so many times? It's just that the court lacks fairness."

"Then why do you think it won't happen in the future?"

"Because of thoughts, once a person's thoughts change, it will produce extraordinary and wonderful effects. Okay, go wash up and rest."