"What's the noise?"
"What happened at the Yellow Crane Tower?"
"It seems to be new Mingfu poems. Oh my god, two...two poems?"
The bachelors from various major academies outside the market, including some from the Holy Academy, were stunned and looked dull.
A poem by Mingfu is enough to make them feel itchy.
I didn’t expect another one to come now.
The essential.
They can't get in.
"My lord, please be accommodating. I have two hundred taels of silver here. How about I let you go in and observe it?"
A scholar approached her and secretly stuffed her naked body with money.
He could see that although this Dragon Guard belonged to a hundred households, he had great power.
"What?"
Hua Baguang was stunned. He stared at the scholar and said, "I remember, was it you who owed me two hundred taels of silver before?"
The bachelor of letters understood instantly and said without saying a word: "Yes, brother, it's me. The money is now returned to you!"
"Okay, okay, brother, come in!"
Hua stripped away the money and put the man in.
The literati bachelor looked ecstatic and ran towards the Yellow Crane Tower.
Wow!
When other scholars and scholars saw this scene, their eyes almost started to bleed.
"Sir, I lent you two hundred taels of silver before, and I will pay you back now..."
The clever bachelor, who knew how to handle it easily, also put the money into Hua Baguang's hands.
Then he rushed into the market.
"Hey, who told us we were brothers? Just go in, and just pay back the money!"
Hua Baguang sighed loudly.
Other literati also understood instantly.
This Long Wei is taking bribes.
rough!
Are you really afraid that they will report it to the court?
But there is no need. The top priority now is of course to absorb the talent of Mingfu's poetry.
These are two articles.
Developed!
"grown ups……"
"You owe me four hundred taels!"
"They only owe you two hundred taels, why do you only owe you four hundred taels?"
"They are uglier than you. You are so good-looking. Why do you owe me an extra two hundred taels?"
"Too!"
Hua stood naked at the entrance of the market, receiving the banknote softly.
The other dragon guards didn't say much.
At this time, a literati scholar was entangled in his heart and took out two hundred taels of silver to prepare to go in.
Hua Baguang recognized him.
It was the bachelor of a certain academy who just said that he must stick to his principles. Hua Baguang stopped him decisively, "You can't go in!"
"I owe you money, don't I pay it back to you?" The bachelor was stunned for a moment.
"You owe me money!"
Hua took off her hands and crossed her chest, saying, "But what you owe is two thousand taels!"
"Draw it up for me!"
The bachelor immediately swore, "Others can afford four hundred taels, but he only needs two thousand taels."
Robbery!
"Be bold!"
Hua took off her embroidered spring knife and decisively took it out of its sheath and said: "If you don't repay your debt, you will repay your mother's damn labor..."
Before he finished speaking, the bachelor was probably afraid, so he quickly took out the banknote and said, "This is two thousand taels of silver..."
Keng!
Hua took off her embroidered spring knife and put it into its sheath, and said with satisfaction: "This is pretty much it, let's go in!"
"Anyone who owes money in the future should be more conscious. You should go in early. The benefits you gain from enlightenment can't be bought with thousands of taels of silver, right?"
Hua Baguang encouraged those hesitant bachelors.
"I still!"
"I'll pay it back first..."
All the scholars felt that Hua Baguang's words were reasonable.
Money is an external possession.
But how many of these Mingfu poems can they comprehend in a lifetime? Is this what money can buy?
cannot!
So one by one they took out their money and got the opportunity to enter the market and the Yellow Crane Tower.
More than three thousand literati came into the scene, and Hua Baguang took a dozen Qiankun pouches.
Only then did he fill up the banknotes and silver.
"Look good!"
Hua Baguang told Long Wei to keep a close watch on him while he quickly went to a restaurant.
Lin Yi, Prince Teng, Zhu Zhiyun and Mei Chunguang were all on top.
Thump!
As soon as Hua Bao came up naked, he knelt down on one knee and said: "Your Highness, in accordance with your instructions, I have recovered a total of more than 830,000 silver taels from more than 3,000 scholars and scholars..."
Hua stripped the Qiankun bag and took it out one by one.
Gudong!
Hua Baguang swallowed, he had never seen so much money in his life.
His current annual salary is only a few hundred taels.
If you don't eat or drink, you can almost make enough by borrowing five hundred years from heaven.
Crackling!
Zhu Zhiyun took out the abacus from his pocket and began to count.
"My lord, you have more than 160,000 taels of silver!" Zhu Zhiyun told Prince Teng about the profit sharing situation.
"Okay, okay, in just a short time, more than 100,000 taels of blood have been recovered. The emperor's nephew, there are tens of thousands of literati and bachelors coming to the capital now..."
Prince Teng smiled and stroked his beard, almost grinning from ear to ear.
Once fell into the abyss.
Unexpectedly, just one day later, he would be resurrected with full health.
What a day of ups and downs.
Stimulate!
Lin Yi said seriously: "Silver is all external possessions. I am not very interested in silver. It is mainly for Taishan Academy and for the great ambition of inheriting the unique knowledge of the saint!"
Prince Teng, Zhu Zhiyun and Mei Chunguang fell silent.
Seeing that they didn't believe it, Lin Yi said seriously: "What I said is true. I am really not interested in money."
Prince Teng was stunned and said: "The emperor's nephew said this, if the emperor doesn't believe it, who else can you believe?"
Zhu Zhiyun said: "The students' respect for the prince is like the endless river outside the Yellow Crane Tower..."
Mei Chunguang said: "Your Highness, I believe this. Everything is for the people of Dayan!"
Lin also remained silent.
Why didn't he sound convinced?
He really doesn't make money because he loves money, but because... he needs money to do things.
The meaning is different.
at the same time.
Outside the Yellow Crane Tower.
In front of an archway near the market, a poem is engraved on the huge square base.
That was Mingfu's words.
The thin gold font has both square and round strokes, elegant and stretched.
Thousands of literati and bachelors crowded in to watch, with shocked expressions on their faces.
"The crowd has searched for him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, that person is there in the dim light... Beautiful!"
"The night of New Year's Eve was the most shocking day for me. I promised that I would never set foot here again in this life, but today I don't regret this trip. It was the right time!"
"What a beautiful New Year's Eve night. This word brings me back to the New Year's Eve night. If there weren't those accidents... everything would be so perfect!"
"No one's life is perfect. It is the beauty of regret. The appearance of these words on this New Year's Eve makes people know how to cherish the beauty of the past..."
"This word is not just about the New Year's Eve, but is conveying a kind of sadness. He uses the New Year's Eve event to whitewash this false peace. Dayan is not stable, but the author wants to use the word to find someone who can worry about the country with him. My close friend..."
Some scholars were puzzled by the appearance of the words, but there was also a handsome scholar who understood the deep meaning.
He thought carefully and expressed his opinion with a sense of sadness for no reason.
The New Year's Eve Lantern Festival was indeed wonderful, with people laughing and talking, but there was a sudden explosion.
It's like a crisis lurking beneath the peace.
This literati bachelor with different perceptions suddenly seemed to resonate with something.
Talent surges throughout the body, like a lotus flower that blooms and withers.
The talents from heaven and earth gathered together, making him glow with a faint light. Among many literati and bachelors, he was like a bright light in the dark night...
Every step he takes, lotuses grow at every step.
