After getting the money, Feng went to Lile and had fun.
With ten thousand dollars, I can have a peaceful sleep this month.
Feng Quli returned to Chunyu Hotel with the money.
As soon as he entered the hotel, Feng Quili was warmly welcomed by the clerk.
Feng Quili waved modestly and walked into his room.
I don’t care about the literary talent of the piece “Wen Xin Fu” for the time being, but the money is real.
As for whether the banished immortal would be angry after seeing Wen Xinfu, or whether he would doubt his sincerity... Feng Quili felt there was no need to worry about this.
I just admire the character of the banished immortal. Do I really want to take refuge in the banished immortal? If he doubts it, just doubt it. What does it matter?
After thinking about it this way, Feng Quli felt much more at ease.
He looked at the knitting needles and wool on the bed and began knitting skillfully again.
Feng Quili felt that he was not knitting sweaters, but thinking about the clothing issues of the people in the world. Of course, after the sweaters were knitted, he could also subsidize his family's income.
Feng Quili was knitting a sweater while thinking wildly, and soon a sweater was knitted.
Feng Quili kept up his efforts and knitted three more pieces before falling asleep.
In his sleep, Feng Quili thought vaguely: "If you sell these clothes tomorrow, you should make a hundred dollars. Is it shameful for a minister to sell sweaters? It's not shameful at all. By selling sweaters , being able to understand the situation of the people, how great is this?"
"The night school classes have always advocated the unity of knowledge and action. I am clearly practicing the unity of knowledge and action."
A smile appeared on Feng Quili's lips, and then he fell into sleep.
Recently, Feng Quili is not so concerned about face and dares to show his face.
Of course, this is mainly due to poverty.
A man is poor but his ambition is short, and a horse is skinny and has long hair. We are already poor and living in Chunyu Hotel, what else is there to say?
Early the next morning, Feng Quili was selling sweaters on the street.
Most Chunyu hotels are located at train stations, so there was a huge flow of people near Feng Quili's stall.
But something strange happened. Many people came to look at the sweaters, but not many people came to buy them.
Feng Quli was a little puzzled.
At this time, a kind person said to Feng Quili: "Sweaters are not expensive even if they are expensive, and they are definitely not cheap even if they are cheap."
"Most of the people who come to the train station are poor people. They can't afford to wear these things. In fact, they can afford it if they grit their teeth. Who doesn't want to add another piece of clothing during the holidays?"
"But everyone has doubts. What if the quality of this sweater is not good? What if it's not real wool? So they would rather go to a bigger place, to the Exiled Immortal Clothing Store, than come here."
Feng Quli was confused when he heard this: "Is this what the banished immortal also sells?"
The man laughed and said, "What doesn't the banished immortal sell?"
Feng Quili was a little annoyed: "This guy Huai Guzi is so pervasive."
However, Feng Quili also knew that half of the property of Shangjun Courtyard was owned by His Majesty. Including Fu Yao and Wei Yang's shares, more than half of it is actually the royal family's property.
So it really shouldn’t be slandered easily.
Feng Quli thought for a while and said to the man: "Thank you very much, I understand."
Then he closed the stall and left.
The man added: "If you can't sell it, it's better to just sell your sweater to Shangjun Courtyard."
"Shangjun Villa will give you a price and then help you resell it."
Feng Quili frowned: "In that case, wouldn't it mean that I am helping Shangjun's courtyard?"
The man said: "Having said that, didn't you also get money? It's better than wasting time here, right?"
Feng Quili hummed and said calmly: "I'll think about it."
The so-called "consideration" mostly means not considering it, and there will be no news afterwards.
Feng Quli thought so too.
He carried the baggage and walked back, thinking: "Do I really want to cooperate with Shangjun Courtyard? If I cooperate with Shangjun Courtyard, I can indeed get money. But... But in that case, wouldn't I really Became a weaver? I’m afraid I’ll have to rely on Shang Jun’s Courtyard for the rest of my life, right?”
But...if you don't cooperate with Shangjun Courtyard, won't you lose it?
These yarns are also very expensive.
Finally, Feng Quli gritted his teeth and went to the Exiled Immortal Clothing Shop.
Feng Quili asked: "Shopkeeper, how about these sweaters of mine?"
The shopkeeper looked at it and said calmly: "It's OK."
Feng Quli was a little unhappy. After all, he was the best among the courtiers.
But look at the sweaters in the clothing store. There are many styles. They are indeed very good. They are much better than my own.
Feng Quli could only sigh, nodded, and said, "How much do you charge?"
The shopkeeper smiled slightly and said, "We won't accept it."
Feng Quli was stunned and asked in confusion: "Why don't you accept it?"
The shopkeeper said: "Because your Excellency just published a poem yesterday, criticizing Sang and Huai, and scolding the immortal. How can we accept your sweater again today? Isn't that too despicable?"
Feng Quli: "..."
He looked at the shopkeeper helplessly: "I didn't write that article."
The shopkeeper said: "Since you didn't write it, why did you charge another ten thousand yuan?"
Feng Quli: "..."
Okay, now I really can’t argue.
He bowed his hands to the shopkeeper, sneered and said, "See you later."
Then he left with his baggage on his back.
The shopkeeper looked at Feng Quili's back and snorted coldly: "Who is he?"
Now, the last hope of selling sweaters is gone.
Feng Quili wandered all the way to his residence.
When he walked to the door of Chunyu Hotel, his heart suddenly moved.
Huai Guzi is not the only rich person in the world. Isn’t Chunyu Yue’s business doing very well?
For example, Chunyu Hotel is running smoothly and has no signs of being annexed by Shangjun Courtyard.
It can be said that the only person in the world who can compete with Huaiguzi is Chunyu Yue.
But the key is...how did Chunyu Yue do it?
Feng Quli went in without any hurry, and sat on a stone to think.
Chunyu Yue relies on his own fame and status, and uses his reputation and status as a guarantee to make guests who come and go believe that staying in Chunyu Hotel is safe and guaranteed. If there is a problem, someone will help them. fixed.
Chunyu Yue is an important minister in the court, and I, Feng Quli, am also an important minister in the court. Can I wear my sweater...
Thinking of this, Feng Quli became energetic.
He found some pieces of cardboard, took a brush and wrote on them in a quick and easy manner: Good sweater. The imperial censor made it by his own hands. Only five pieces available, first come first served.
Later, Feng Quli started setting up a stall at the train station.
In less than a quarter of an hour, all five sweaters were sold.
No one doubted that he was fake.
First, pretending to be a high-ranking official in this era is no different from committing suicide.
Second, there are train station staff near Feng Quili. These staff members did not expel Feng Quili, which shows that Feng Quili did not lie.
The sweater knitted by the imperial censor himself has two advantages.
First, the quality is guaranteed and no shoddy products will be sold.
Second, wear it to look good.
Feng Quli happily closed the stall and went home.
After returning home, Feng Quili felt that his sweater could be improved.
For example, it would be better if you could embroider words on the sweater. Anyone who buys a sweater can tell others at a glance that it was knitted by the imperial censor himself.
Feng Quili had seen a sweater like this in a clothing store just now, but he hadn't mastered the embroidery technique yet.
Feng Quli thought for a while and went to Shangjun Courtyard.
At the main entrance of Shangjun Courtyard, he was stopped with one hundred thousand dollars.
Feng Quili wanted to borrow money to go in, but was rejected because of the poem "Questioning the Heart".
Feng Quli thought for a while and simply entered through the craftsman's entrance.
Shangjun Courtyard will not reject everyone. Craftsmen can enter through the craftsman entrance. However, the entrance is a bit humble. What you can see after entering are various workshops, and you can't see the magnificent residence of the banished immortal.
Normally, the powerful ministers would not leave here because they find it embarrassing.
But Feng Quili didn't mind, because he was here to learn skills today, and of course he had to find craftsmen.
Not long after, Feng Quli inquired about the aunt who attended class yesterday.
After the aunt heard about Feng Quli's purpose, she felt a little complicated.
She said to Feng Quili: "You are so eager to learn. Logically speaking, I should have taught you well..."
In fact, the aunt really wants to teach Feng Quli well. After all, the powerful people who come here hold their noses in class. It can be seen at a glance whether they like knitting sweaters or not.
She could feel that Feng Quli really wanted to learn.
But... Feng Quili sent out the "Questioning Heart" poem yesterday, and everyone in Shangjun Courtyard shared the same hatred. Wouldn't it be outrageous to teach Feng Quli to knit a sweater at this time?
Feng Quili understood what the aunt meant, smiled miserably, and said, "I understand."
I never expected that a piece of Qingxin Fu would push me to this point.
But now, it's too late to get the ten thousand dollars back.
The money has been collected and everyone knows that Wen Xin Fu was written by him.
Is it okay to just give the money back now? People will also think that Wen Xin Fu was written by themselves.
At that time, not only will the name be cleared, but the money will also be gone.
Feng Quili thought about it again and again and decided to go through with it this way.
He bowed his hands to his aunt in disappointment and decided to leave.
Unexpectedly, the aunt said: "Wait a minute, I will ask the banished immortal. Maybe the banished immortal can be lenient."
"Open the net." These four words deeply hurt Feng Quili, but he said nothing more and just nodded silently.
…………
Li Shui and Li Xin are playing chess.
Li Xin said: "Brother Huai, you can play here and there, it's always the commander-in-chief's duty. Do you have any new ways to play?"
Li Shui said: "Yes, there are, but the two of us are too few."
Li Xin said: "Anything less is nothing. Doesn't your Shangjun Villa claim to have many smart people? Just bring in a few smart people."
Li Shui hummed: "What you said makes sense. Then I'll show you some advanced gameplay in our fairy world."
Later, Li Shui brought a piece of paper and drew some patterns.
Li Xin looked a little confused: "What are these?"
Li Shui introduced enthusiastically: "This is called one cake, this is called nine cakes, this is called..."
Li Xin asked: "How to play with this thing?"
Li Shui said: "There is a formula here. You will know it as soon as I tell it."
The two were learning to play mahjong when the aunt came in a hurry.
She said to Li Shui: "I am banished to the immortal, Feng Quli has collapsed."
Li Shui was slightly stunned and said, "Feng Quli? What is he doing here?"
The aunt said: "Feng Quili wants to learn to knit sweaters."
Li Xin: "..."
Li Shui: "..."
This is a class designed to rip people off. Are there really people who are addicted to it? Isn't this Feng Quli sick?
Li Xin said: "Didn't he just write a poem about asking questions yesterday and criticize you for criticizing you? Why did you come to learn to knit sweaters today?"
"Isn't he embarrassed? Why is this man so shameless?"
Li Shui also nodded with emotion: "Yes, this person's shameless appearance is quite similar to the style of my youth."
The aunt coughed dryly and said, "Actually, this Feng Quili is talented, and he is diligent and studious. I want to teach him."
Li Shui hummed: "Then go teach him."
The aunt was stunned for a moment, then said happily: "You don't mind if you banish the immortal?"
Li Shui smiled slightly and said: "It's just a poem about asking questions, I don't mind it. I am a person who wants to do big things, so what does this kind of small contradiction mean?"
The aunt said sincerely: "The generosity of the banished immortal is rare in the world."
Then, the aunt left in a hurry.
After the aunt left, Li Xin asked Li Shui in confusion: "Are you really going to let Feng learn to knit sweaters?"
Li Shui nodded and said, "Yes."
Li Xin said again: "He wrote the poem Wen Xin Fu, aren't you angry?"
Li Shui said: "I can't even talk about being angry, I'm a little unhappy."
Li Xin was even more surprised: "If you are unhappy, why do you still teach him?"
Li Shui said with a smile: "I just think it's funny that the imperial censor is knitting sweaters. Hahaha."
Li Xin also chuckled: "Indeed."
The aunt found Feng Quili who was waiting anxiously.
Feng Quili saw the aunt coming and asked quickly: "How is it?"
The aunt said: "The banished immortal agreed."
Feng Quli immediately cheered and gave a handful and a half taels of money to his aunt.
The aunt shook her head repeatedly: "This is impossible."
Feng Quili said: "Yes, why can't you do it? My aunt is running around here and there for me. I just want to buy you a drink."
The aunt smiled: "Then I will be disrespectful."
Feng Quili laughed dryly and asked, "Then when will we start learning?"
The aunt said: "Now, you can learn now."
Later, the aunt took Feng Quli to the workshop. Demonstrated it to him.
Feng Quili watched it carefully for a while, studied for a while, and made great progress.
Prime Minister's Mansion.
After Wang Wan received the news, he was a little stunned. He asked Wang Jia in disbelief: "Our strategy didn't work? Feng Quili entered Shangjun's courtyard again?"
Wang Jia said: "Yes, after I went in, I didn't come out for a long time."
Wang Wan frowned: "It seems that it is really difficult to drive a wedge between the two of them."
Wang Jia gritted his teeth and said to Wang Wan: "Master, don't worry, I will rack my brains and write an article again tonight. This time I must make the two of them turn against each other."
Wang Wan snorted: "Write harder. Be more forceful."
