Back to 1984: I built a chicken farm on a barren mountain.

As the two talked, the dishes were gradually served.

There were eight dishes in total, including both meat and vegetarian options, with a mix of hot and cold dishes. They were:

Braised ribbonfish, local roast chicken, pine nut sausage, shredded pork with green peppers, braised pork knuckle, stir-fried pork kidney, stir-fried greens, and cucumber salad.

This was quite a bounty for that era.

Wu Jiajun gestured for Chen Wenfeng to start eating.

Chen Wenfeng was indeed hungry, but more than that, he was craving meat, as he hadn't eaten meat for a long time since his rebirth.

He suppressed his craving and said:

"Wu Ge, shall we wait for Teacher Feng a little longer?"

"Him? I wonder when he'll be done with all this busyness... and the two of us..."

Before Wu Jiajun could finish speaking, a shrill voice came from outside the door:

"You can eat without waiting for me, but you have to wait for me to open the bottles of wine!"

The door opened, and a slender, capable-looking man stood in the doorway.

Upon seeing him, Wu Jiajun hurriedly introduced him:

"Old Feng, this is Wen Feng, one of our young talents. We call each other brothers."

Feng Jianguo has dark skin and wears thick glasses for nearsightedness.

He clasped his hands in a fist and smiled, saying:

"Brother Wenfeng, I've heard so much about you!"

"Teacher Feng, I've heard so much about you!"

Chen Wenfeng replied.

He found Feng Jianguo's image quite interesting.

Feng Jianguo has a certain air about him, like both a down-on-his-luck old scholar and Jiang Ping, the "River Rat" from the novel "The Three Heroes and Five Gallants".

The three sat down again, politely declining each other's seats for a while, before Feng Jianguo finally took the seat of honor.

Feng Jianguo shook his little head as he sat down and apologized:

"I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed. Just because I'm a few years older, I'm acting like I'm old and doing whatever I want."

Feng Jianguo first asked Chen Wenfeng:

"Brother Wenfeng, are you willing to drink?"

Chen Wenfeng felt a little amused by Feng Jianguo's overly refined manner of speaking.

But he was a professional and wouldn't normally laugh out loud. He said to Feng Jianguo:

"Brother Feng, I'm not much of a drinker, but I'll risk my life to keep you company today."

"good!"

Manager Li had already prepared the wine; it was two bottles of Fenjiu.

During that era, Fenjiu was known as "Fen Laoda" (meaning "Fen the Big Boss"), with a production volume far exceeding that of Moutai and Wuliangye.

The three men clinked glasses and discussed poetry and literature.

Before long, they started talking about Li Bai and Du Fu from the Tang Dynasty.

Feng Jianguo is the biggest admirer of Du Fu. He strongly disagrees with Guo Moruo's "praising Li Bai and belittling Du Fu" in "Li Bai and Du Fu".

Chen Wenfeng agreed with Feng Jianguo's point of view and echoed it with a few words.

Feng Jianguo was overjoyed. He drank three cups in a row, then turned to Wu Jiajun and provocatively said:

"Old Wu, it's two to one today, what else can you, a Li Bai fan, say?"

It turns out that Feng Jianguo admires Du Fu, while Wu Jiajun admires Li Bai.

Although there is no absolute first in literature, they all hope that the poet they admire is the number one poet.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Wu Jiajun immediately backed down:

"I'll drink, I'll drink..."

The room was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Wu Jiajun added:

"Wenfeng, you should also say something. The article is so well-written, don't just listen to Lao Feng."

Chen Wenfeng had almost finished eating; it had been a long time since he had indulged in such a hearty meal of meat and vegetables since his rebirth.

He let out a soft burp and said:

"There's a question I've always wanted to ask you, Brother Feng, about your studio name..."

Feng Jianguo replied:

"I am Sha Bi... Sha Bi Xuan, right? That pen name comes from a seven-character quatrain by Du Fu."

Having said that, he shook his head and recited:

"Bamboo is cold, sand is green, and Huanhua Creek is winding; water chestnuts and vines are close at hand."

Passersby must worry about entering and exiting, while residents do not know how to navigate east and west.

Bookmarks, medicine wrappers, and spiderwebs; wild inns and mountain bridges deliver horses' hooves.

Why rely on the verdant spring grass of the desolate courtyard? First, I'll drink myself into a stupor.

It turned out to be from this poem. After listening to Feng Jianguo recite it, Chen Wenfeng suddenly understood.

Although he had read a lot in his previous life, he was not good at reciting poems.

"Shabi," such a beautiful word, was ruined by later memes.

Similar examples include "Miss," "Chrysanthemum," and "Green Tea"...

Chickens, ducks, experienced drivers...

Then Feng Jianguo continued:

"Old Wu also has a studio name called Zhuhanzhai, which together with ours is Zhuhanshabi. But he doesn't use it much anymore."

Chen Wenfeng said:

"Perhaps it's because Angkor Wat admires Li Bai more."

Wu Jiajun interjected:

"My dear brother understands me."

What do I know about you? Using one word from Zhu Han Sha Bi is an insult to him, using two is an insult to you...

Chen Wenfeng said:

"I don't have a alias, I just use my real name."

"To live by one's real name makes one appear more upright."

Feng Jianguo provided very effective emotional value.

In fact, Chen Wenfeng felt that this meeting with Wu Jiajun and Feng Jianguo was not like the first time, but more like a reunion of old friends.

Wu Jiajun and Feng Jianguo shared the same feeling.

After all, it's rare to find someone you can truly connect with in the vast sea of ​​people.

Moreover, their conversation wasn't just a three-person dialogue; to some extent, discussing poetry and essays was also a form of communication with ancient poets.

After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food,

The topics of conversation among the three were no longer limited to literature.

When Chen Wenfeng talked about how he had contracted a barren mountain to build a chicken farm, Wu Jiajun was quite impressed.

Once the topic of literature was removed, Feng Jianguo was clearly uninterested; he had drunk quite a bit and was already quite tipsy.

Wu Jiajun was very interested in Jiming Mountain, so he asked Chen Wenfeng about it.

Chen Wenfeng told him about the condition of Jiming Mountain and the two stone caves.

When Chen Wenfeng mentioned wanting to build the round hole himself, Wu Jiajun seemed to instantly understand what he meant and immediately said:

"It's true that it's not suitable to ask villagers for help to build a round hole, but you can't build it well by yourself either."

If it's made too simple, wouldn't that be a waste of the place?

"When I was renovating my hotel, I had a lot of leftover wood and glass, so I disposed of some of it."

Manager Li kept some of them because they looked neat and tidy.

I'll have Manager Li find the foreman who did the work before and he'll help you with it.

That way you won't need to buy materials, and you won't have to worry about labor costs. All you need to do is provide them with a simple home-cooked meal when they arrive.

Just when I was worried about having no one to teach me, a sticky rice cake fell from the sky.

This is like a pillow being delivered to someone who's about to fall asleep.

He initially wanted to be polite, but seeing Wu Jiajun's sincerity, he didn't stand on ceremony.

Anyway, we've eaten and drunk all the food and drinks. This meal was much more expensive than the wood and glass we had!

He immediately said:

"Then thank you, Brother Wu. I'll gladly accept your offer."

"That's good, no need to be so polite."

Just as Wu and Chen brought up the topic of literature again, Feng Jianguo woke up.

He stared at Chen Wenfeng for a long time, thought about it seriously for a while, and then said:

"Brother Wenfeng, have you ever considered pursuing writing full-time in the future?"

"Not considering it."

Chen Wenfeng answered decisively, without the slightest hesitation.

"Oh?"

He hadn't even considered it... Chen Wenfeng's quick reply surprised Feng Jianguo.

Chen Wenfeng said:

An ancient poem says: "With wine as a companion, one can find solace in poetry."

I don't want to make writing my main job, but I can treat it as a hobby in my spare time.

Moreover, writing requires talent.

He originally intended to use Zhen Shen Shen as an example, but later felt it was inappropriate, so he gave another example:

"Moreover, writing articles is also hard work. It requires time to learn and consider techniques and methods, otherwise you will make a fool of yourself."

I once read a poem that the author wrote while traveling by train.

But his writing was poorly done; I only remembered one sentence. Can you guess what it meant?

Wu and Feng were very interested and said at the same time:

"Tell me about it?"

Chen Wenfeng slowly uttered five words:

"Duck-flavored Guizhuan Steamed Bun".