The gate of the Imperial College opened.
The noble children inside began to flock out like birds out of their cages.
The outside world is very exciting, and they don't want to be locked up in that corner.
These people were quickly attracted by the excitement ahead.
Everyone likes to be busy, and more than a dozen of his disciples were already heading towards where Li Min was.
At this time, Li Min still had his eyes closed, looking like an expert from outside the world.
The more he is like this, the more he arouses people's curiosity.
Is this young man so interesting?
At this time, he heard two voices.
"Cheng Chubi, look, there seems to be someone selling poems in front of you!"
"Wait for me! Fang Yiai!"
Aren't those Cheng Chubi and Fang Yiai?
The sons of Cheng Yaojin and Fang Xuanling were similar in age to him at this time.
He immediately searched for information about the two men.
All information is available at a glance.
He raised the corners of his mouth and sneered.
It turns out that these two people are dudes.
If you don't think about making progress, you will do some ridiculous things.
The two have limited ink, and their reading performance is even worse.
Money should be earned from people like this, it’s really great!
When everyone saw the two approaching, they all got out of the way.
These two people made people feel scared.
After all, they were backed by two great prince-level beings.
As for Li Min, he was very arrogant when he saw the two of them coming, accompanied by some servants.
His eyes were still closed.
For some people, the more shame you give them, the more they go up against the wall.
At this time, Fang Yiai asked his servant to squeeze through the crowd. He arrived in front of Li Min first and saw the sign.
He muttered: "Selling poems? And charging by words? Is this person going crazy because of poverty?"
Cheng Chubi followed and saw what was in front of him.
"Look at how much literary talent this guy has when he's about the same age as us. And he's selling poetry? He can't be a liar, right?"
"How about we play a trick on him?"
Fang Yiai whispered.
Cheng Chubi showed a knowing look.
The two of them walked directly to Li Min.
"Hey, how much does your poem cost per word?"
“If you don’t want to buy it, don’t ask about the price!”
Li Min still didn't notice the two of them.
He retorted directly.
This attitude is infuriating.
"Is this kid looking down on us!?"
Cheng Chubi said from the side.
"Boy, what do you mean? If you sell poetry but don't tell a price, what does that mean? Even if we don't buy it, there must be a price, right?"
"Don't ask if you don't want to buy! Poems are only sold to people who understand!"
"you……"
"Fang Yishou, we can do this."
Cheng Chubi leaned into Fang Yiai's ear and spoke.
Fang Yiai sneered.
Then he said: "I'll buy it, but if you don't do it right, I won't give you a cent of the money, and I'll even destroy your business!"
When he said this, he sounded like a playboy!
How could ordinary people do this?
Li Min responded directly without thinking too much.
"Then do you want the Five Characters or the Seven Rules?"
"What difference does it make?"
"Qilu is more favorable."
"What's the price?"
Everyone is also curious.
"One word is ten cents!"
When Li Min told the price, everyone was in an uproar.
This is when you really think about money and go crazy.
Even if you read novels in modern times, one thousand words is only a dime, but he, Li Min, wants ten cents per word?
Many people had expressions of disdain on their faces.
Because his price is really too high.
Fang Yiai didn't blink. Ten pieces of money was really nothing to him.
But it depends on how you spend it.
"One word and ten cents? Why don't you go and grab it?"
Cheng Chubi said from the side.
"Cheng Chubi asked me to come!"
Fang Yiai said.
Then he asked: "One word and ten words, how much does a poem cost? How much does it cost per word after the discount?"
Are you still asking such a simple math question?
Everyone is scratching their heads, how much is that? Some people started counting on their fingers!
"Are you testing me?"
"You obviously don't know how to do it, right? Hahaha!"
"Five characters, four sentences and twenty characters, a total of two hundred texts, eight sentences and four hundred texts.
Seven lines, four sentences, and twenty-eight characters, totaling two hundred and eighty characters. Eight sentences, fifty-six characters, can give you a better discount, counting you five hundred characters. Each cross is about 89 wen. "
It turns out that this is the so-called discount. If calculated in this way, each word is indeed less.
There was no decimal point in ancient times, so Li Min responded like this.
Now everyone was a little convinced.
I was thinking, this guy is very talented!
Having said that, the number of words in a poem does not matter, the fewer words it has, the more difficult it is to write.
"Are you here for Wu Yan or Qi Lv? I guess you will choose Qi Lv. After all, I think you are dressed up and you should be rich. It's only a few hundred coins, and you don't even blink an eye."
As soon as this question came up, why would the face-saving Fang Yiai choose Wu Yan?
But Cheng Chubi did.
"Yi Ai, we don't have to listen to him, we just choose Wu Yan!"
In full view of everyone, Fang Yiai hesitated.
"I choose Qilu!"
"It seems that your disagreement is about the Five Characters or the Seven Rules?"
"Five words!"
"Seven Laws!"
"Huh? Tell me after you are unified. I don't have time to waste words with you."
This is probably the most arrogant selling poet.
"The money I spend, listen to me, just seven rules! Four sentences! I don't want discounts!"
Fang Yiai finally added.
"Okay, pay the money first!"
"What!? I haven't seen the poem yet, but you want me to pay? Why are you like this?"
Fang Yiai was very puzzled.
"This is my rule, if you don't want to spend money, then get out."
The more Li Min behaves like this, the more people feel rebellious.
"Here, bring out the two hundred and eighty cents!"
Finally he gave in.
But the money is not good.
He put the money on the table.
And he said viciously: "You'd better do well, otherwise, you won't get a penny and will be beaten!"
"Whether I am doing well or not, I can let everyone take a look and comment. Folks, thank you for your work!"
Some people said yes.
There are many literati among these people.
"This young man, I studied under Li Cheng. His writing is not very good, but his appreciation is not bad."
"Me too, I taught for a few years."
…
These people came forward one after another.
The shopkeeper of the restaurant also came out to watch the excitement.
He said: "Brother, I have read books for a few years and I am bold enough to participate in the comments."
"So, thank you all!"
Li Min bowed to everyone.
People returned the favor.
The so-called courtesy to many people is not surprising.
Even if some people still disdain him.
But how they see themselves is their business.
He doesn't interfere.
"Okay, very good, you can compose a poem!"
"What's the title?"
"The theme is summer! How about having Tianchi, flowers and leaves and other things appear?"
As soon as this question came up, everyone was shocked.
Is this kind of question too difficult?
They all broke into a cold sweat for Li Min.
Li Min suddenly said: "Wait!"
Everyone is confused, what is he going to do?
Why wait again?
Is it really impossible to do it?
Or is it that Fang Yiai’s topic is too concrete?
"What's wrong? Is it too difficult? If it's too difficult, I'm going to flip the table!"
Fang Yiai threatened.
Cheng Chubi rolled up his sleeves on the side.
"I just said he was a liar. Now his true colors have been revealed, right? Come on, don't let him get away!"
As soon as he shouted, the servants gathered around him.
Everyone also broke into a cold sweat because of Li Min.
How will he respond next?
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