"I will also leave Linjiang tomorrow. Mr. Fu, would you be willing to write a poem for me?"
Yu Wenjun didn't look at Fu Xiaoguan. She picked up the tea bowl again, opened the lid, and took a sip this time.
She was very nervous and didn't know why she said such a thing.
She was somewhat looking forward to it, but was also worried that Fu Xiaoguan would refuse because he had no reason to write a poem for her.
This was the first time they met, and Fu Xiaoguan didn’t even know who she was. Where should he start?
Yu Hongyi also looked at Yu Wenjun in surprise. He always felt that there was something strange about Her Royal Highness the Ninth Princess, but he couldn't tell what was strange about her.
For him, if His Highness wants a poem, Fu Xiaoguan must definitely write it.
But Fu Xiaoguan didn't write it.
Fu Xiaoguan slowly poured the tea into the pot and said with a smile, "Actually, you don't know what kind of person I am."
"As for me, I've always been a villain in Linjiang City. Of course, I didn't dare to do big evil things, but I never stopped committing small evils, until I met Miss Dong."
Yu Wenjun put down his teacup. Fu Xiaoguan continued, "I offended Miss Dong and was beaten by her guards, injuring the back of my head. The doctor said I was lucky to be saved. That beating woke me up. I felt that my past was too absurd and I wasted many years. So I have changed now, but people haven't fully accepted it yet."
"As for writing poetry, to be honest, I haven't even finished reading the Four Books and Five Classics. The reason I can occasionally write a poem now is thanks to that stick. I have a brain disease. The doctor gave a definitive diagnosis and said I might become stupid. Fortunately, I seem to be relatively normal so far. But at the same time, I occasionally have a flash of inspiration in my mind, and thus those poems come into being."
"But inspiration is something I can't control. For example, right now, I really want to write a poem for the girl, but the inspiration hasn't come to me."
Fu Xiaoguan's face was filled with regret, and he sighed deeply, "So, young lady, it's not that I don't want to, but I really can't. Please forgive me."
Yu Wenjun opened her mouth in astonishment. She knew that Fu Xiaoguan had been beaten, but she didn't expect there would be such an aftereffect.
This sequelae would make him stupid if he turned left, or he would have a flash of inspiration and compose a poem if he turned right - this was quite absurd, but Yu Wenyun had to believe it.
This explains why he was unwilling to attend poetry meetings, and also explains why he was able to write poems that shocked the world despite being uneducated.
Yu Wenjun still felt a little regretful, thinking that Shulan was lucky to have met Fu Xiaoguan when she was leaving, and an idea suddenly came to her mind.
Just then, Yi Yu walked in again.
He said beside Fu Xiaoguan: "Master, I have brought the person you wanted."
"Okay, let them in."
Fu Xiaoguan said apologetically to Yu Wenyun and Yu Hongyi, "Please sit down for a moment. I have a small matter to take care of."
Yi Yu brought in Feng Laosi and his two sons.
Feng Laosi, a middle-aged man of forty-six, was dressed in shorts, a short jacket, and straw sandals. He was dark and burly. He and his two sons clasped their fists and bowed to Fu Xiaoguan, saying, "I am Feng Laosi. I wonder if the young master has any instructions for you."
"Come, please sit down."
Feng Lao Si was stunned for a few breaths, looked at it, and said, "I dare not, I will follow the young master's orders."
"Nothing, these two are my friends, please sit down and have a cup of tea."
Feng Laosi sat down opposite Fu Xiaoguan with his half butt trembling with fear. Yu Hongyi wondered what the hell was going on?
As a prince, the people he associates with are either rich or noble. How could he have ever sat with such a servant?
He was about to stand up when Yu Wenjun secretly held him down.
Yu Wenjun was also not used to it. After all, the hierarchy in this world was very strict, not to mention that she was the high and mighty princess.
But she still wanted to see what Fu Xiaoguan wanted to do.
It was obvious that Fu Xiaoguan had no sense of hierarchy. He casually invited Feng Laosi to sit down, casually filled a cup of tea for him, and even handed it to him personally.
"Well, I heard you've been a stonemason for many years, so you're very experienced and know how to judge rocks by observing mountains."
"I want you to help me find a kind of stone that is grayish white and not very hard."
"This kind of rock is mostly found in stone forests or caves. That's all I have. Can you help me find it?"
Feng Laosi grinned and said, "Master, this thing is useless. It's too brittle and can't be cut into any shape. There's one in the back hills west of the village. That place should be what you mentioned... the cave. It's in a cave and you need a boat to get in."
Fu Xiaoguan was happy. He didn't expect that this matter could be solved so easily.
"Excellent! You'll be primarily responsible for this. Once you're down there, figure out how many people are needed and gather them. Also, figure out how many boats are needed. I'll write a note for you to take to Steward Zhang. I want his full cooperation. Get as many of the stones as you can and find an open area nearby to store them. Okay, that's all."
Feng Laosi was confused, "Master, that stone is useless."
"I'm useful."
"Okay, I'll go back now."
"Don't worry, you've had a hard time traveling. It's almost noon. Butler Yi, take the three of them to dinner. Treat them to good food and wine."
Feng Laosi had never been treated like this before. The burly man said nothing, stood up, clasped his fists, and walked out with his two sons and Yi Yu.
"I arranged this yesterday. They were in the lower village. I invited them over and treated you two very poorly."
Yu Wenjun didn't care about this, but asked, "What is Master Fu going to do?"
"Make some cement and give it a try. If it works...it will be much easier to build houses and roads in the future."
"cement?"
"Oh, the name I gave it is made from the powder of this stone."
"Where did Master Fu learn this?"
"It was raining the day before yesterday, and I was upstairs watching the rain when an idea suddenly flashed through my mind, and I had the initial idea of this thing." Fu Xiaoguan laughed, pointed to his head, and said, "I don't know why, but sometimes my mind pops up some strange and bizarre things, so I have to thank Miss Dong."
Yu Wenjun opened her mouth. This kind of metaphysics could not be verified, so it could only be attributed to a blessing in disguise.
"If you have another inspiration someday, please remember to write a poem for me."
"must."
"Then we'll take our leave now. If you go to the capital in the future, please let Shulan know so she can find me."
"must."
Fu Xiaoguan sent the two of them away from the Fu Mansion. In the carriage, Yu Hongyi was finally able to speak.
"Your Highness, you are the Ninth Princess. How can you have too much interaction with such businessmen?"
Yu Wenjun smiled and did not answer Yu Hongyi's words. Instead, he thought of the previous conversation with Shulan.
"Yan Xiwen is the top scholar, and the Yan family has three prime ministers. Why are you still thinking about that kid Lin Jiang?"
"Yan Xiwen...boring!"
"Is Fu Xiaoguan interesting?"
"You have no idea, he's really funny."
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