The door is closed.
The big-eyed girl began to report the bill: "Last night, the young master had a banquet and ordered two silver-medal girls to accompany him for the night. This morning, he had another banquet and ordered a slave to accompany him, totaling two hundred and seventy-six taels of silver. .”
"Two hundred and seventy-six taels?" Chu Xiu's eyelids jumped and he asked calmly, "Shouldn't I pay money first for staying the night?"
The big-eyed girl said quietly: "He had a banknote in his arms, but he was very drunk last night, so Mother Liu recorded the bill for him first."
Chu Xiu was speechless for a moment.
This routine is inexplicably familiar.
"Do you have any talented women here?" After calming down, Chu Xiu put down his book box, sat on the warm seat in front of the window, and raised his eyes to ask.
"Talented girl?" The big-eyed girl was startled.
"If there is one, call one." Chu Xiu ordered.
The big-eyed girl looked Chu Xiu up and down, and finally her eyes fell on Chu Xiu's book box.
"The young man who just left is named Meng. His grandfather is Meng Tiangang, who is ranked tenth on the Xiaoyao List." Chu Xiu said lightly, "Do you think he will be a freeloader?"
The big-eyed girl blinked. She had never heard of Meng Tiangang, but she had heard of the Xiaoyao List and knew that the people on the list were all the top experts in the world.
"Who is that young master?" the big-eyed girl asked.
Chu Xiu said: "Don't worry about who I am, just call a really talented woman over. In addition, I will take care of you with pen and ink."
The big-eyed girl frowned, thought for a while, and did not leave the Accord. She didn't even look away from Chu Xiu, and said directly: "Let Sister Xiangjun come over, and then prepare the four treasures of the study."
"Yes." The big man outside the room responded.
Inside the Accord.
Chu Xiu glanced out the window and then withdrew his gaze.
Jumping down, of course, you can escape directly, but it won't solve the problem.
What he wants is to make money!
"If this scholar can't afford the money..." The big-eyed girl looked at Chu Xiu's handsome face and thought that Mother Liu would like it very much.
Thinking about it, her pretty face couldn't help but blush.
Chu Xiu glanced at the girl with big eyes, and felt a little weird in his heart. For no reason, this woman was blushing like crazy?
Not a moment.
The door opens.
A graceful woman in a yellow dress walked over, exuding a pleasant fragrance.
"Sister Xiangjun." The big-eyed girl greeted quickly.
The graceful woman named Xiang Jun nodded slightly and looked at Chu Xiu with a searching look in her eyes.
"Can you understand poetry?" Chu Xiu asked directly.
Xiangjun's eyes moved slightly and he said softly: "I understand a little bit."
Chu Xiu thought about it and felt that someone who could call a maid easily would probably have an average status in this brothel.
"I have a poem here. I hope the girl can help me see how much it is worth." Chu Xiu said directly.
"Ci?" Xiang Jun raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded, "Okay."
A maid brought a copy of the Four Treasures of the Study.
Chu Xiu dipped his pen in ink, pondered for a moment, and quickly wrote:
"The cicadas are mournful. It's late in the pavilion, and the shower has just stopped. There is no trace of drinking in the Dumen tent. I am nostalgic, and the orchid boat is urging me to go. Holding hands and looking at each other's tearful eyes, I am speechless and choked. Thinking about it, thousands of miles of smoke waves, the dusk is sinking in the sky. .
Since ancient times, sentimental feelings have hurt parting, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival! Where did you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell you..."
"..."
At first, Xiangjun didn't pay much attention.
I just thought it was a down-and-out handsome scholar who wanted to rip off his debt with a slobbery poem;
When he saw the four words "Sudden Rain Begins to End", Xiang Jun's eyes narrowed slightly, secretly thinking that these four words were quite artistic.
When he saw "Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times", Xiang Jun's face flushed faintly, and his eyes were as bright as stars.
Chu Xiu put down his brush, glanced at Xiang Jun, and nodded secretly.
Regardless of this woman's literary talent, this sense of involvement alone is enough to show that this woman should know how to appreciate.
In Chu Xiu's opinion, no talented brothel girl could refuse Liu Yong's poems.
You know, in history, Liu Yong never had to spend money to stay overnight in a brothel.
You may even wake up with a little more money on your body.
Talented women flocked to her one after another, wishing they could recommend themselves to the bed mat.
Of course, this is a world with practitioners, and the importance of poetry and songs is far less than that of ancient times.
Chu Xiu was not sure whether the poems in his mind could be sold at a good price.
Before this, he had only written a few pretentious poems for his master, Jiudaoren, but this was the first time he wrote poems in a brothel.
"How?" Chu Xiu asked.
"It will be passed down through the ages." Xiangjun looked excited, his pretty face flushed, and his eyes were shining with light.
The big-eyed girl blinked and quietly wrote down the poem.
Chu Xiu's eyebrows softened and he continued to ask: "Then...how much does the girl think the price can be?"
"What?" Xiangjun didn't react for a moment.
Chu Xiu said: "I'm asking, how much money does the girl think this poem is worth?"
Xiang Jun frowned, with a look of disgust on his face, "How can you use something that smells like copper to measure this eternal masterpiece?"
Chu Xiu smiled, glanced at the big-eyed girl, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Now, do you still think I am short of money?"
The big-eyed girl blinked and said innocently: "When did the slave family say that the young master is short of money?"
"Who is the richest girl here?" Chu Xiu asked.
"The richest one?" The big-eyed girl and Xiangjun were both startled, but both women soon came to their senses.
This is for sale!
Xiang Jun said quickly: "This young master, with such good words, how can he be ruined by something that smells like copper?"
"There is no other way. People are poor and have short ambitions, so they can only sell their literature to survive." Chu Xiu said leisurely.
Xiang Jun frowned and hesitated: "How much silver do you want to sell it for?"
Chu Xiu smiled and said: "This is the first poem I have sold. If the girl is interested, she can set the price independently."
The first one is aimed at opening up the market.
If you want to buy again, it will be another price.
"This..." Xiang Jun's heart was beating wildly, staring at the poem on the table, his red lips were a little dry, "I only have seven thousand nine hundred and eighty sixty-three coins."
"I didn't see it, but you are still a little rich woman." Chu Xiu teased with a smile and said thoughtfully, "Then I will give you a small change, just give me seven thousand nine hundred and eighty-six taels."
"Is this a small change?" The big-eyed girl was in a daze.
"It's a deal." Xiang Jun said quickly.
After a while.
Chu Xiu left the Hongxiu Building with a bookcase on his back and an exquisite wooden dressing box in his arms.
In this wooden dressing box, there were 7,700 taels of silver notes and 10 taels of broken silver... After all, he helped advance Meng Xiaochuan's prostitution money.
Inside the Red Sleeve Building.
After getting the news, Madam Liu's mother immediately approached Xiangjun.
"On this poem, you spent all your savings?" Liu's mother frowned. She was well versed in the ways of men and women but didn't know much about poetry.
Xiangjun's pretty face turned red as she stared at the poem in her hand, excited and unspeakable, "This poem is worth millions of dollars, and a word worth a thousand dollars is not an exaggeration!"
"Really? You couldn't have been deceived by that poor scholar, right?" Mother Liu looked suspicious.
"When I compose the song and sing it once, Mother Liu will understand." Xiangjun smiled confidently.
"It's up to you. It's not my money that was cheated anyway." Mother Liu shook her head. One was willing to fight and the other was willing to suffer. Since it didn't affect Hongxiulou's business, she had no reason to care.
Of course, the most critical reason... She had learned from the big-eyed girl that the poor scholar who defrauded Xiangjun of his money had mentioned Meng Tiangang, who was ranked tenth on the free list.
