"Do you have a blank sheet of paper?"
Everyone is down, but you, a poetry seller, don’t even have a blank piece of paper?
It feels like a business without capital.
As everyone knows, blank paper is precious now.
How could his ten cents be enough to buy so many things?
Cheng Chubi was about to hit him, but immediately took his hand back.
So this is it?
"I said you sell poetry but don't buy paper? Is there anyone who does this kind of business?"
"If not forced by circumstances, would I sell my writing here?"
As soon as he spoke, everyone nodded in agreement.
Yes, if you have money, who would do business in a place like this?
Cheng Chubi couldn't stand it anymore.
"Isn't it just paper? I'm just prepared. Come here and give him fifty pieces of blank paper!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.
Fifty pieces of blank paper is a lot of money.
As expected, he was a noble child who could afford to go to the Imperial College.
rich!
If he did this, if Cheng Yaojin knew about it, he would definitely be beaten.
Although he has wealth, he is not so defeated.
A total loser.
Cheng Chubi was very proud of everyone's performance.
There was one word written on his face, cool!
Soon, someone put the paper on Li Min's table.
He looked at it.
Although this paper is white, its texture is not very good.
If you make it yourself, you will definitely make it better.
But this kind of thing takes too much effort, and I wouldn’t dare to do it if I don’t have money.
For now, let's make him ten taels of silver first.
"As expected, he is a kid from a rich family! If you buy poems later, I will give you cheaper ones!"
he said.
"Of course, my father is Duke Lu!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was envious.
People respect Cheng Yaojin, and he can be regarded as a great hero. Unexpectedly, his son turned out to be him.
But at the same time, I felt a little sad. This second-generation official seemed to be a playboy.
As for Fang Yiai, they probably guessed who his father was.
He's just the son of the Duke, so what does that mean?
Li Min doesn't even want to be a prince, so he still envies them?
They don't know where their sense of superiority comes from.
"Hey, why don't you write quickly? Are you delaying time on purpose?"
Fang Yiai was a little anxious.
This money is spent, but not a single word is seen.
"What's the rush? My ink hasn't been sharpened yet, please wait a moment!"
this……
I didn’t prepare anything and just came out to make money.
People are confused.
Watching Li Min rub the ink slowly and leisurely.
Someone is upset.
"You're too slow, let me grind you!"
Cheng Chubi took Li Min's inkstone and started sharpening it.
The speed at which this guy sharpens ink is really fast.
The strength is also very good, just like his father Cheng Yaojin.
Take advantage of this gap.
Li Min has already started searching.
It’s summer! Tianchi, flowers and leaves and other things will appear.
The powerful search engine directly gave him many poems about summer.
At a glance, he saw Yang Wanli's song "After all, West Lake in June"...
But there is no place name like Tianchi. This Tianchi is a lake near Chang'an. Li Shimin often went there to escape the summer heat.
And it is a lake, which coincides with the West Lake. If they are interchanged, the meaning is the same.
Therefore, Li Min wanted to change it, so he asked with a smile: "Have you finished grinding the ink? Don't keep everyone waiting for too long!"
Cheng Chubi wanted to kill someone.
I helped you grind ink, you thought it was as simple as drinking water, and you came to rush me again? What is this?
Thankless.
"Cheng Chubi, hurry up! I can't wait any longer!"
Even Fang Yiai also followed suit.
Cheng Chubi thought to himself, why is it always me who gets hurt? I should have known I wouldn't be so proactive.
"Hurry, hurry! What's the hurry!"
But he still said it.
Finally, he was finished.
And Li Min picked up the pen even more unhurriedly, pretending to be thoughtful.
Then, he wrote the first poem on the white paper.
“Chang’an Tianchi Mid-June”
When everyone saw this poem, the direct narrative technique seemed ordinary.
More people came to watch the fun.
As for Fang Yiai, she laughed
"Such a simple poem? I can do it, but you charge seventy poems for these seven words? What a joke!"
The shopkeeper is still a sensible person.
"Why are you so anxious? You just jump to conclusions without looking at the back. This is not what a scholar does!"
He is on Li Min's side, after all, he has brought him good business.
"No, it's not too late to look at the next three sentences."
Someone else said: "I think this boy's calligraphy is pretty good. It would be a good idea to frame it."
Regarding Li Min's handwriting, it is obvious to all.
Although it is not as good as the masterpiece, it is still very distinctive.
"Look, he's writing the second sentence."
"The scenery is different from the four seasons."
As soon as this second sentence came out, everyone began to be slightly shocked.
The simple and unpretentious poems describe the beautiful scenery that makes people nostalgic.
Some people even read it repeatedly. This poem may seem ordinary, but it actually has profound meaning.
Some people even started urging them to write the last two sentences.
At this time, Fang Yiai didn't dare to question it anymore.
"What about the last two sentences?"
he said.
"There's no rush, let's wait and see!"
Li Min tried his best to keep the rhythm.
After all, if you write it down directly without even thinking about it, that would be too ridiculous and would make people think you just learned it from memory.
Therefore, he went as slowly as possible, and then slower.
No matter how slow it is, it can kill everyone in this era instantly.
"Yi Ai, he seems to have two brushes!"
Cheng Chubi on the side also said.
Although he doesn't have much ink in his stomach, he still knows some poetry.
"Stop making noise and look at it later."
Li Ming smiled and then picked up the pen again.
I wrote the last two sentences.
"The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are exceptionally red."
As soon as these two sentences came out, everyone clapped and applauded.
Miao Miao Miao
OK OK
Others said: Such a masterpiece is not only worth two hundred and eighty yuan! Ten taels of silver is possible.
This Fang family has found a treasure, such a poem is really a masterpiece!
What a master, what a master in this world.
The shopkeeper said, little brother, it turns out you are so talented, how disrespectful!
Ancient people respected people who wrote literature from the bottom of their hearts.
Needless to say now, this poem is beyond people's imagination.
Fang Yiai wouldn't say anything more.
In other words, if the scholar selling calligraphy in ancient times had half of his creativity, some people would not starve to death, nor would he become a poor scholar!
"Don't look at it, this poem belongs to me!"
Everyone kept reading that poem over and over again.
Fang Yiai suddenly stepped forward and rolled up the paper.
For fear of being carried down.
Such behavior made everyone laugh.
Then Cheng Chubi came over and said to Fang Yiai, "Confucius just so happened to say that everyone has to submit a poem. Why don't I buy it with him too?"
"It's up to you. Anyway, I have poems to hand in tomorrow."
Fang Yiai said this.
Li Min put the money away, and the second pot of gold began to be harvested.
He is not a greedy person either.
"If you want to buy poems, I will only charge you two hundred and fifty!"
Fang Yiai was unhappy.
"Why does he want two hundred and eighty? But he wants two hundred and five? This is not fair!"
