"Thank you, I know."
Ning Wuyan closed the door of the medical clinic and began to sort out the only fixed assets in front of him.
The front hall covers an area of about 100 square meters. The entrance is where the doctor sits. There are L-shaped medicine cabinet counters on the left and right sides. There is a one and a half meter wide door in the middle leading to the backyard.
Walking into the backyard, you have a wide view. The yard covers an area of nearly 200 square meters. There are five spacious houses and four east and west wing rooms. There is a peach tree as thick as one person planted in the yard, which is covered with green fruits. Next to it is a peach tree. There are two moldy medicine drying racks that are as tall as one person.
Ning Wuhuang walked into the room and walked around. What could be sold had already been sold by the original person.
Let him see what it means to be a true family disciple.
Not even a maza was left for him, so he could only sit on the steps and lament life.
"There is not a penny in my pocket and there is only one person in the library. Rounding it off is equivalent to starting from scratch."
It's easy to make quick money, and the girl who bought the poems is still waiting to buy from him, and she can turn it into cash after she writes it.
However, consuming poems all the time will fall into a cliché, and eventually the poems will become worthless. After knowing that they were written by him, he will be criticized and insulted, and his reputation will be lost.
Reputation is sometimes more important to a person than life.
You must find a good job that allows you to make money every day and have enough food and drink to sustain your life.
"I don't want to be rich, nor can I wear patchwork clothes and straw sandals to walk around the market every day. I only eat steamed buns every meal without putting a drop of oil in the bowl."
No matter when and where, people have no dignity without money.
But there are many aspects that need to be considered when doing business here. For example, the government prohibits the private production and sale of salt, sugar, wine and other lucrative businesses. As for whether there are any taboos in other industries, I really have no relevant memories in my mind. His preference for Liu Qingfang is clear.
Ning Wuhuang was thinking about who to ask about the market situation when a smell that stung his nose came from outside. It made him cough and at the same time, an idea came to his mind.
"Yes!"
There is a ready-to-use legal business that can be started, and it must be very profitable!
Sell perfume!
"A box of ordinary incense from Ye's Incense Shop, which can only burn for five hours, costs five taels of silver. The smell is similar to that of moxa and can make people scratch their heads. It is a refreshing and convenient perfume that can be sprayed anytime, anywhere. It is no better than Is the burning incense more suitable for the talented and beautiful lady who likes to drink in the summer?"
Stepping on the Ye family's shoulders and walking up, he didn't feel any guilt about bullying the locals.
And he can also take advantage of selling perfume to take revenge on the Ye family, why not?
But now that he has been targeted by the evil dog of the Ye family, the Ye family's bullying style will never give up. He must find some reliable manpower to guard the medical center in advance, so that he can concentrate on developing perfume in the backyard.
"When I go to plead guilty to grandpa, I can borrow some useful veterans to help. Grandpa probably won't refuse."
"Also, next time the shopping girl comes, I will find an opportunity to ask her or her friends what perfume they like."
If you want to make money, you must have a deep understanding of customer needs.
As a gold medal planner, he knows how to launch a publicity campaign in advance to warm up.
Ning Wuyao thought for a while and felt that he could achieve these two small goals with the help of the sales girl.
"I sold ten poems today. If I sell them again, they will only be unsatisfactory, and I may lose them in my hands. Let her change them to another type."
A girl who treats people with beauty and kindness deserves to be so considerate from him.
…
In the pavilion.
Shen Youchu raised the papyrus in her hand and pointed it at the blazing sun outside. No matter whether she looked horizontally or vertically, she could only see one word between the lines - ugly!
"Jin'er, why are you so anxious to call me here so that I can read these silly words?"
How can these words be as interesting as Mr. Ning, who is bound to retaliate?
She was also curious about how the gentle and pleasant-looking Mr. Ning viciously took revenge on the Ye family.
No matter how bad it is, the person who writes poems to sell is more interesting than the person who writes the words "dog crawls".
"Youchu, I'm not asking you to read words, I'm asking you to read poems."
Ji Jin gave Shen Youchu an angry look.
Although this word is written in a sloppy manner, it is written in one go. Although the shape is irregular, we can see the author's graceful style without pause when writing, as if he was divinely assisted!
What was ugly in Shen Youchu's eyes was called wanton and free and easy in her eyes.
"Youngchu, the words on this paper may have been written ugly on purpose to hide his true identity so as not to identify the famous artist through the copybook, but there is no room for any moisture in this poetic meaning."
Ji Jin's autumn-cut eyes glowed with spring light, and his jade fingers pointed at the four lines of characters.
"Stick to the green mountains and never let go. The roots are still in the broken rocks. It has been strong despite countless blows, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south!"
"This is the first time I have seen bamboo written like this in my life! When I was young, you always said that poems are just words, but this poem directly describes the tenacity of bamboo. Can't you feel it?"
Shen Youchu's eyes widened after hearing this, and she stared at the papyrus carefully for a moment again... She finally felt it.
This is the poem Mr. Ning sells!
"Good poem." Shen Youchu glanced at Ji Jin, who was still immersed in poetry, jokingly, and whispered in his ear. "Jin'er, do you know who wrote this poem?"
Before Ji Jin could say anything, Liu Qingfang, who was standing nearby, answered in a low voice: "In response to Miss Shen, this masterpiece was written by Mr. Li."
Mr. Li, who was named, repeatedly said "ashamed" and "dare not".
Others may think Mr. Li is being modest, but Shen Youchu, who is trying to participate in selling poems, knows this is the truth.
At the same time, Ji Jin explained to her in a low voice: "This poem was written by Mr. Li. It's not just Mr. Li. You probably wouldn't guess that today's title was written by me on a whim. There are also nine other poems." , it was also ghostwritten by the same person! In half an hour, he wrote ten poems in line with the four friends of Suihan and expressing his aspirations through things. This person must be a great talent!"
"Yes, yes, he may be a new generation of poetry kings. It would be great if he is a great talent about the same age as Jin'er. He can be the son-in-law of the Ji family and write poetry against you."
Facing Shen Youchu's shameless teasing, Ji Jin not only did not feel shy, but also showed a look of yearning.
"If that's the case, no matter what he looks like or what his family background is, even if we can't be his partner, I'd still like to be his confidant. But his poetry is so noble, and so should his conduct. I'm afraid I'm not worthy of him."
Shen Youchu stared dumbfoundedly at Ji Jin, who was indeed moved. It was hard to understand.
How did this girl Jin'er feel that she was not worthy of such a talented man?
Is it great to be able to write poetry?
Mr. Ning must be asked to tell who the person who sold the poem is, and he must be captured and matched with Jin'er.
My Jin'er should be beautiful, talented, in good shape, have a good family background, and have a good temperament.
Is Jin'er not worthy of him?
Jin'er is not worthy of killing him!
"Jin'er, you've been sitting here for so long, are these ten poems the only ones that are qualified?"
Shen Youchu quickly threw the straw paper on the table to divert Ji Jin's attention from the great talent in his fantasy.
Ji Jin pointed in the direction of the small island in the middle of the lake behind him.
"There are also two talented men from the capital, Qin Fenglan and Cheng Yi. I heard that they were invited by Princess Jingxian to have tea. There are also a few who went to see King Xu Shi with the poems I copied."
Thinking of those people who were so anxious that they almost jumped into the lake when they heard that they were personally received by Xu Jidao, Ji Jin felt funny and helpless at the same time.
I'm afraid Xu Shiwang also realized that these poems were ghostwritten, and was making insinuations to find out who wrote them.
"Jingxian chased her from the capital to Jinling endlessly but was always rejected. She must have secretly cried several times and felt sorry for her." Shen Youchu glanced at the long queue of students outside and said boredly: "There are only a few acquaintances on the island. It’s nothing interesting, so I’ll reluctantly accompany Jin’er to keep you in check.”
She has to go home for dinner soon, so she can't always pick ugly people to affect her appetite.
The two of them had just sat down, and Liu Qingfang finally had a chance to interrupt. When she saw the familiar faces lining up outside, she quickly asked her maid to relight a pot of incense.
"Why did you change the fragrance?"
Shen Youchu asked casually.
Ji Jin slightly curled his nose and took a deep breath after smelling the fragrance: "This is the new Peach Blossom Zui from Ye's Fragrance Shop. It is said that the peach blossoms that bloom most beautifully in spring are picked, washed with dew, and ground into powder. Two incense and one hundred taels of silver."
Because it was too expensive, she was reluctant to use it even though it tasted delicious. She lit it when she saw others showing off at a tea party.
Seeing Liu Qingfang filling up the incense burner directly, weighing half a catty, she was secretly speechless.
It's not that this incense only produces a hundred catties, which is extremely rare. Where did Liu Qingfang get so much?
Shen Youchu was even more outspoken: "Is it true that Miss Liu's family is the richest man in Jinling, so they can just order such valuable things?"
Isn’t it just to leave a good impression in front of you?
Liu Qingfang's heart was bleeding, but thinking that this was a gift from Mr. Ye, and that she was doing this to pave the way for Mr. Ye to get to the island, she had to force herself to show a decent smile.
"Miss Shen, Miss Ji, I have a good relationship with Miss Ye's family. Miss Ye heard that I was going to study here today and gave it to me specially. I hope Miss Ji and the nobles from the capital can appreciate it. Our flavor of Jinling.”
Liu Qingfang pinched her tongue and finished speaking.
There was chanting and singing outside.
"Ye Changlong Ye Gongzi composed a poem."
A young man with gorgeous clothes and medium build came forward. After his eyes met with Liu Qingfang's, his eyes fell on the incense burner lit on Ji Jin's desk, and he showed a determined smile.
