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

County hospital.

Chen Wenfeng brought a basket of eggs, a bag of wild mushrooms, a bag of millet, and two chickens to visit Feng Jianguo.

Feng Jianguo was overjoyed to see Chen Wenfeng arrive, and seeing that Chen Wenfeng had brought so many things, he said:

"Brother Wenfeng, it's good that you're here. Why did you bring so much stuff?"

Chen Wenfeng replied:

"I always said I'd bring you some mushrooms, but I kept forgetting. I brought some this time, but we can't eat too many mushrooms. The chickens are all from the mountain, so we'll make a side dish."

Feng Jianguo did indeed like eating mushrooms, so he said:

"You know I like this kind of thing, but bringing so many people who don't know better makes them think I'm opening a mountain produce shop!"

Chen Wenfeng smiled and said:

"I'm not being polite about bringing these things from the mountains; I just brought them to make up a sentence."

Feng Jianguo loved discussing poetry and essays, especially after meeting Chen Wenfeng. He quickly asked:

Which line of poetry?

"My old friend prepared chicken and millet."

"Haha, so it's Meng Haoran's 'An old friend prepared chicken and millet, inviting me to his country home.' Chicken and rice, Lao Wu, you see, our thinking just can't keep up with Brother Wenfeng!"

Wu Jiajun also admired Chen Wenfeng for this, feeling that he could use ancient poems to express scenes from life at any time. For some reason, Wu Jiajun also felt a competitive spirit and wanted to test Chen Wenfeng again, so he asked:

"Wenfeng, brother, I suddenly have a question I'd like to ask you."

Seeing Wu Jiajun's strange expression and the corners of his mouth pressed down, Chen Wenfeng knew that he wanted to give him a difficult task, so he said:

"Brother Wu, you don't need to ask me, because I might not know the answer."

"Haha, you little rascal, you're trying to shut me up with your words first."

"It's not that I'm trying to stop you, it's just that you've suddenly become so polite, and I'm not sure what to do."

Seeing that he couldn't intimidate Chen Wenfeng, Wu Jiajun had no choice but to say:

"Okay, can you help me figure this out?"

I tried my best.

"Okay, that year when I went to climb Mount Tai, many people looked up at the mountain and sighed, but all they could say was, 'Mount Tai is so high, it's really hard to climb.' But that's not very elegant, and it's also quite vulgar. I don't know how to express it in poetry?"

Feng Jianguo immediately became interested and began to think about it. Yes, sometimes when he saw some amazing scenes, he could only express his amazement with "Ah ah ah".

Seeing Feng Jianguo deep in thought, Wu Jiajun smiled, then turned to look at Chen Wenfeng. Just then, a young nurse passed by the ward door and, noticing Chen Wenfeng's simple clothes, carrying large bags and, more alarmingly, two live chickens, called out:

"Comrade, why did you bring chickens into the ward? This is a hospital!"

Chen Wenfeng quickly explained:

"I've already tied up the chicken; I'll be taking it away in a bit."

The nurse, still insisting on her point, said:

"I don't know how you got in here. What do you take this hospital for?"

Chen Wenfeng said:

"When I came in, I saw other people bringing in lots of things, and no one stopped them, so I followed them in."

The nurse thought for a moment, then seemed to realize something, but fearing she would lose face, she still said:

"Take these things out of here immediately; there shouldn't be any of these in the ward."

Wu Jiajun didn't want to argue with the young nurse, but seeing her rather arrogant manner, he was about to retaliate when Manager Li happened to walk by. Seeing the situation, Manager Li quickly intervened and addressed the nurse:

"Xiao Geng, I asked them to bring these over. They're all family here. I'll take them all out in a bit."

When the nurse saw that it was Manager Li, her anger subsided considerably, and she said:

"Brother Li, let's do it as soon as possible."

After saying that, he turned his head and left.

Manager Li said to Wu Jiajun:

"Mr. Wu, is everything alright?"

"It's nothing, I just interrupted our fun. But you seem to know quite a few people!"

Manager Li was unaware that Wu Jiajun was giving questions to Feng Jianguo and Chen Wenfeng, but seeing Wu Jiajun's unfriendly expression, he wanted to explain but dared not say anything.

Chen Wenfeng knew that although Wu Jiajun was usually very polite to him, he held a high position in Zunxi and disliked being disrespectful in front of him, so he interrupted, saying:

"Manager Li, when I came here I saw other people bringing geese into the wards, so I brought mine in. Maybe this nurse doesn't know the situation."

Manager Li understood Chen Wenfeng's meaning, nodded to Chen Wenfeng, and quickly said:

"This nurse was recommended by a leader. Actually, when you said someone brought in a goose, that was the leader who recommended the nurse."

Upon hearing this, Wu Jiajun asked with a cold face:

"Who is it?"

"Zhao Ke".

"Hmph, has Little Zhao really become so successful?"

Seeing that Wu Jiajun had shifted his focus, Manager Li gave Chen Wenfeng a grateful look and said:

"So, that nurse was inconsiderate!"

Chen Wenfeng thought to himself, Wu Jiajun's strength is quite formidable. In his previous life, he had heard of a term called "county-level weapons and cannons," and he figured Wu Jiajun must be at an even higher level.

"Let's not talk about them anymore, Wenfeng, let's continue with what we're doing."

Wu Jiajun said, but Feng Jianguo seemed unaffected, keeping his head down and eyes squinting as he continued to ponder the question from earlier.

Chen Wenfeng regained his composure, thought for a moment, and said:

"I do have two lines of poetry, but I'm not sure if they're suitable?"

Feng Jianguo opened his eyes in that instant, and Wu Jiajun did not expect Chen Wenfeng to think so quickly.

"Wenfeng, which two lines of poetry come to mind?"

"Brother Wenfeng, which two lines of poetry came to mind?"

Feng Jianguo and Wu Jiajun asked the question almost simultaneously. Chen Wenfeng thought to himself that these two were truly obsessed with poetry, so he didn't keep them in suspense and said:

"What I said might not be right either. Let's discuss it together. The lines of poetry that come to mind are the first two lines of Li Bai's 'The Road to Shu is Hard': 'Alas! How perilous and high! The road to Shu is harder than ascending to the heavens!'"

Alas! How perilous and high the road to Shu is! It is harder to climb to the heavens than to ascend to heaven!

Although Wu Jiajun and Feng Jianguo were already used to Chen Wenfeng's quick thinking, they were still shocked when they read Li Bai's poem. How could the poem be so apt!

Seeing Wu Jiajun and Feng Jianguo's naive and unsophisticated expressions, Chen Wenfeng laughed and said:

"Brother Wu, Brother Feng, actually, these two lines of poetry by Li Bai seem very impressive, but if you translate them, it's just that he's making conversation out of nothing, forcing himself to say something when he has no words."

"Oh? What do you mean?"

"Alas! How perilous and high it is! The road to Shu is harder than ascending to heaven!" In other words, "Oh my god, how incredibly high it is! It's higher than the heavens!"

"Hahaha, Wen Feng, you're really something..."

Manager Li, listening nearby, was completely bewildered, wondering why the three of them were so cheerful. Just then, he overheard the young nurse talking to someone else:

"Zhao Ke, take care. Oh, it's alright. Rules are rules, so what if you took a goose? Who would dare say anything to you?"