The village head and the housekeeper quickly returned to the village yamen. The village head was in front and the housekeeper was behind.

The two walked quickly to the intersection, and saw Lao De sitting in front of his private school, with his injured leg and head exposed. When the village manager saw Lao De not speaking, Lao De saw the village manager and the housekeeper and shouted, "Missar Manager, what are you busy with when you are walking fast?"

The two stopped and looked at Lao De, not wanting to pay attention to him. They took two steps and looked at him again, but it was a bit rude to ignore him.

Lao De said: "Condena, don't you pay attention to me?"

The village owner said, "Why didn't you teach students?"

"Ah, the student is over. The sun can shine on this western road. I shine on the sun and look at the streets." Lao De replied. Lao De asked again: "Where is Comte?"

The village owner replied: "I'm going back to the inn." He said: "I have something to do, so I won't talk to you." After saying that, the village owner left. The butler glanced at Lao De and followed the village owner.

Lao De patted his uninjured knee and looked at the village owner and the butler until they walked into the entrance of the village yamen.

"Oh!" Lao De sighed and said, "This official is busy, and he is busy every day." After Lao De finished speaking, he always felt that he had said too much. The village owner and the housekeeper are not as busy as people. When he sees the village owner and the housekeeper, they rarely walk fast, but they always walk slowly. People walk fast when they walk, and they are anxious. The village owner and the housekeeper walk slowly when they walk, look at this and that, nothing is wrong.

Lao De patted his uninjured thigh. The village owner and the butler must have encountered something urgent when they could walk so quickly. It is probably related to the adults from Hongcheng. I guess the adults from Hongcheng had ordered some orders.

Lao De looked at the street, the cross-shaped street. The village owner and the housekeeper came to the front of the village yamen. The village owner said to the housekeeper: "You go to the stable to lead two horses, and I will go get a pen, ink, paper and ink."

"Good village owner." The housekeeper replied and pulled the horses to the stable.

The village owner's seal was on his body and had not been put in the house. He went to the yamen hall to enter. When the soldiers in front of the yamen saw him, they shouted, "Miss Master!" When they entered the yamen hall, the yamen rang, and they shouted, "Miss Master!"

When he arrived at the yatang, the village owner took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and put it in his arms. He returned to the yaqian and said to the yaqian soldiers: "Someone came to me, and they said I was not in the yayan. When I asked where I was, they said I went to the brick kiln in the north of the village and pulled bricks and tiles."

"I know the village master." The soldiers in front of the yamen stood attentively and raised their chests.

The village owner responded and looked at the butler. The butler led two horses and came out of the stable. He looked at the horses and closed the door of the stable and sat under a tree opposite the stable. He looked at the stable, sometimes staying in the stable, sometimes staying under the tree.

The housekeeper brought the horse, and the village owner pulled one, got on a few and rode the horse. The horse whip was inserted in the saddle, and the village owner pulled out the horse whip to watch the housekeeper. The housekeeper also rode on the horse and pulled out the horse whip from the saddle.

The village owner shook the reins of the horse and said, "Go." He said, "Go!"

"Hell!" The housekeeper whipped off the horse's waist and followed the village owner.

The two rode their horses to the brick kiln. Lao De sat in front of the house, sank the wounded brain and legs. When he saw the official riding a horse, he shouted, "What are the head of Guanjia Village doing?" The two of them looked back without saying a word, and rode their horses straight to the north gate.

"Hey, this guy?" Lao De looked at the backs of the butler and the village owner.

"Oh!" Lao De turned around and sighed, slapped his uninjured thigh. He said, "We are a grass man, and we are an official, so we don't want to pay attention to us."

"Caomin." Lao De looked north and said, "What are you doing?"

"Lao De, where did Lao De go?" Lao De's wife shouted in the private school. "Lao De?"

"Where did he go while he was sitting in the yard?" Lao De's wife looked for Lao De in the yard.

When Lao De heard his wife shouting, he raised his head and shouted, "I'm at the door."

When Lao De's wife heard this, she was at the door of the private school. He walked over and said, "Why did you run to the door?"

Lao De sighed, sighing that the housekeeper and the village owner ignored him, the grass man.

Lao De's wife walked out and saw Lao De sitting on the side of the road, asking, "Why are you sitting there? There is dust on that road."

Lao De replied: "I want to see the streets, people coming and going, shops, and stalls. I was looking for poetry and showing off my injured places."

Lao De’s wife asked: “Look for poetry? What poems do you look for?” Lao De’s wife looked around and thought Lao De was looking for something poetry?

Lao De glanced at his wife and said, "Where are you looking at?"

Lao De’s wife asked: “Aren’t you looking for poetry?”

"Looking for poetry?" Lao De replied: "Yes, am I looking for poetry?"

Lao De’s wife asked: “When did you buy poetry books?”

"Buy a book?" Lao De looked at his wife and turned around and said, "I am looking for poetry, not books."

"Isn't it a book?" Lao De's wife looked at Lao De.

Lao De said: "The poem I found is the poem I am about to write, not the poem I have printed on the book by someone else's poem."

Lao De's wife looked at Lao De and said, "You write poetry and quilts, why did you find it?"

Lao De replied: "You don't understand, you have never written poetry."

Lao De's wife said, "Look at you like that, you write that is also called poetry. Why do you write poetry slowly and he writes poetry quickly? Look at the Tang poetry three hundred, you are far from others."

When Lao De heard this, he was a little angry and said, "What do you know? It's called the poem that produces emotions through the scenery. When you see the scenery, you write poems. Look at that person, Li Bai, the monkeys on both sides of the Taiwan Straits are not roaring, and the boat has arrived at the door of his house. He is the poem that shows the scenery, the love that produces emotions, and the poem that makes."

Lao De's wife went over and pushed Lao De down and said, "I remember that the poem was not this."

Lao De couldn't remember the poem clearly. He said, "I'm not talking about his poems, I'm talking about his way of writing poems, and how he uses the scenery to create feelings." Lao De said, "If you don't know, don't push others. I have to find poems and find more poems to come out. It's better to deal with the village owner in the future. If the village owner writes another poem and comes to me, I don't have it, wouldn't he be defeated?"

Lao De's wife said, "If you want to write poetry, just write it well. What's the name of it? It's better to have a rumor."

Lao De was angry when he heard this. He patted his thigh and said, "What are you talking nonsense? What are the rumors? Can you compare with my poems? If you don't understand, go into the house. Don't disturb me looking for poems here."

Lao De turned around and muttered, "What does a woman know? Poetry is not as good as a rumor?"

Lao De's wife said: "Looking at you, you can't teach your children the Analects of Confucius and Mencius well. One sentence makes a lot of messy truths."

Lao De's face turned red when he heard this. He couldn't stand up the chair and said, "What are you talking nonsense? Mencius of the Analects of Confucius is profound and profound. There can be several truths in one sentence. How can the word "the truth" be described in the four words "scrambled"?" After Lao De finished speaking, he took off one of his shoes and threw it at his wife.

When Lao De's wife saw Lao De take off her shoes, she retreated and lowered her body to hide.

Lao De's wife avoided her shoes, her eyes turned red, and she ran into the private school crying. She went up the second floor and closed the door tightly. He stretched out from the window and said, "Lao De, get a divorce."
Chapter completed!