"Are you the one who hung the scribbled words in the school?" Xiao Yuehua opened her big eyes, raised her head and looked at Di Renjie curiously.

Hearing Xiao Yuehua's innocent words, Zhang San, Li Si, Niu Laosan, Wang Wu and others who were sitting nearby all burst into laughter.

Wang Zheng smiled and said nothing, while Ping An said to his sister, "I told you that Lord Di's writing was cursive, not scribbling. Cursive is calligraphy, and it is very difficult to write. It is not easy to write cursive as well as Lord Di."

Xiao Yuehua didn't care. She still looked at Di Renjie with her big eyes, waiting for his answer.

Di Renjie pondered for a moment, then said seriously, "I am indeed that person, but those words are not just random scribbles. I spent nearly thirty years studying and practicing hard every day to write them."

Xiao Yuehua frowned and thought for a while, then said in some embarrassment: "Daddy asked me to copy your calligraphy, but it took you thirty years to get as close as mine. What should I do?"

Di Renjie bowed to Wang Zheng and said with a smile: "The young lady is clear and organized, and the young man is polite. I would like to congratulate the steward first."

A hole was dug in the middle of a round table, with a charcoal stove underneath and a copper basin placed on it just level with the round table. Half a pot of mutton was bubbling in the basin, and vegetarian dishes such as lotus root, cabbage, radish, tofu, vermicelli, etc. were placed on the side.

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Miss Yuehua raised her head and asked a word.

Ping An's face flushed, and after thinking for a moment, he reprimanded his sister, "Don't talk nonsense."

Then Xiao Yuehua looked at Di Renjie sideways and asked, "Since you can write well, why did you scribble on the words you gave to Daddy? No wonder Daddy didn't want your words and sent them to school."

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Di Renjie had a strange expression on his face, while Wang Zhengze just smiled bitterly.

The rich people bought and replaced many things, and they remained rich, and the poor also had some money. This must be the reason. It seems that the saying that there is a fixed amount of wealth in the world is not accurate. "

The original purpose of money is to circulate. In contrast, the wealthy and powerful families always accumulate money. It is worse to keep it like that for generations."

"I don't deserve to be a role model." Wang Zheng smiled and shook his head. "And I don't encourage everyone to live like me. In fact, it doesn't matter if rich people live a more luxurious life, as long as their money comes from legitimate sources and they don't waste it intentionally."

Xiao Yuehua looked at the regular script on the paper and nodded, "This is very good, almost the same as the printed one. Well, it's even better than the printed one."

Wang Zheng held Xiao Yuehua in his arms, cast an approving look at Ping An, smiled apologetically at Di Renjie, and said, "Children's words are innocent. I hope Lord Di will not take it as an offense."

Di Renjie laughed and said, "It's okay, the young lady is just being quick-witted."

After they chatted for a while, Luo Xiaomei started serving the dishes. The weather was very cold, so the best thing to do in this season was to eat hot pot, which at least kept them warm.

After thirty years of hard training, I am still not as good as Hinako.

After some thought, someone wrote a short poem.

Di Renjie looked at Ping An with a hint of admiration, then stood behind the desk, picked up the brush, pondered for a moment, and wrote: "In the spring of the second year of Linde, I went to the house of the chief steward to send Miss Yuehua to practice calligraphy"

Wang Zheng shook his head and said with a smile, "My daughter is still young and cannot have a clear understanding of everything. I hope Lord Di will not be offended. When she was a child, she should learn to write in regular script. After all, learning to write is learning how to be a good person, so it is best to start with a proper and upright writing style."

Di Renjie raised his cup with both hands to fill it, and after putting it away, he smiled and said, "You are too polite, Chief Steward.

"Have a glass of wine to warm yourself up first, then eat something and talk slowly."

After Wang Zheng treated Di Renjie to some food and drink, he explained: "There is no shortage of food and drink in the Tang Dynasty now. The rich live a more luxurious life and naturally spend their money. In this way, the poor can make some money from the rich.

Di Renjie nodded and sighed, "What the steward said makes sense. Well, since it was my handwriting that caused the young lady to misunderstand, then I will help you to understand it again. Please lend me the steward's pen and ink."

Everyone in the room was happy, and the manager expressed his understanding.

Wang Zheng personally poured Di Renjie a glass of Yuzhou sake and said, "There are no servants at home. My wife takes care of the food and drinks. It's just some home-cooked dishes. Lord Di, don't be polite. Just be casual."

"Ha ha."

People all call the steward the God of Wealth, saying that wherever the steward is, there will be endless wealth. Many foolish people even speculate that the steward has a golden house, jade bowls, and silver chopsticks. How could they imagine how contented the steward is?

Di Renjie pondered for a moment, nodded and said: "Although there are still some puzzles, the steward's words should be correct. Over the years, the steward has been constantly innovating.

Xiao Yuehua was immediately unhappy and ran to Wang Zheng's arms to complain, "My brother is mean to me, Daddy, help me deal with him."

The life of the chief steward can be regarded as a model for our Tang Dynasty."

After Di Renjie finished writing, he handed the paper to Xiao Yuehua and asked, "Young lady, do you think my words are neat?"

Ping An took out his pencil case, skillfully helped Di Renjie grind the ink, and then respectfully stepped aside.

"What does the steward mean?" Di Renjie asked with some confusion. In his opinion, Wang Zheng was so self-disciplined that he must be fed up with the extravagant life of the rich.

Di Renjie thought for a moment and said, "Wealth is naturally money, food, supplies, homes, land and other things. Among them, land is the largest wealth, which is also the origin of the ancients' belief that wealth has a fixed number. However, over the years, it seems that land has been depreciating."

"That's right." Wang Zheng nodded and continued, "But in my opinion, the greatest wealth is actually people. All wealth is actually created by people and exists based on talents. If there are no people, all wealth will be meaningless."

Di Renjie thought for a moment and asked, "Is this the origin of the chief steward's people-oriented approach?"

Wang Zheng nodded and smiled, “Yes, in my opinion, food, clothing, housing and transportation are just basic needs of people. Although the wealth is huge, the profit cannot be too high, so that people can live a good life. So I started by solving the food problem.

As long as there is food, the world will naturally be stable, and then it will make sense to talk about wealth. After all, if there is no food to eat, wealth is just empty talk. "