"It's okay if you see it. Anyway, as long as I don't admit it, who will believe that the famous idiot in Jinling is actually an ordinary poetry expert?"
Ning Wuhao saw that Meixiang didn't show up.
He threw the remaining chicken leg bones on the roof.
"Mimi, catch it!"
"Meow!"
Gulu Gulu...
Ning Wuyang listened intently to the sound of silver rolling to the ground.
listen.
What a wonderful sound.
"The purchasing girl seems quite smart, but I didn't expect the guard to be quite naive."
Thinking of this, Ning Wuhuang had a headache.
Because these five poems of his are going to increase in price.
I don’t know if the honest and honest guard girl can take charge.
He looked at Mei Xiang who walked around the front door and saw that she was tidying up her messy hair.
Their eyes met, Mei Xiang was extremely embarrassed, her face was red and her voice was like a mosquito.
"Mr. Ning, my lady asked me to buy poems."
It was the first time for both of them to do the business of climbing onto someone else's roof to purchase goods.
Ning Wuyang did not expose Mei Xiang's lies and handed the five poems to her.
"Let's inspect the goods."
"Goods? Where?"
Mei Xiang took the tissue paper and unfolded it. She leaned back and raised her eyebrows.
No matter how you look at it, this is a ghost painting... Huh? It’s the word alas!
"Businessman... Yongmei?"
Mei Xiang was shocked.
What a word!
It should still be written based on the topic of Shangdao.
In the light of the calcium carbide fire, Mei Xiang thought that this word was written by Ning Wuhuang himself, and a bold idea came to her mind.
"Mr. Ning, it turns out that you work so hard to sell poems. You have to memorize them first and then write them down before selling them."
Mei Xiang takes the opportunity to apply eye drops.
"This talented poet and lyricist goes to great lengths to hide his identity. It's hard for you."
"...It's not difficult. It's just memorizing a few poems. Just get used to it."
Ning Wuyan saw that Mei Xiang didn't think about herself as the author at all, which saved her trouble.
When he saw the other party inspecting the goods, he stretched out his palm.
"One hundred taels."
Mei Xiang, who had just folded the straw paper, suddenly screamed like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"One hundred taels? Why don't you go and grab it? Didn't you agree that a poem would be ten taels?"
She did have a hundred taels, but she didn't want to be taken advantage of by others.
Ning Wuyan knew that this guard girl was not very bright, so he could only seduce her: "How many words are there in a poem?"
Mei Xiang actually heard Miss Ji mention this issue.
"A five-character quatrain has about twenty characters, and a seven-character quatrain has about thirty characters."
"Girl, take a look at these words of mine. How many words are there in each one?"
Mei Xiang rolled her eyes and thought for a moment. Finally, because she couldn't count, she could only open the papyrus and count.
Suddenly his face fell.
So many words!
Can't even count them.
"Mr. Ning, do you mean that if there are too many words, the price will increase?"
"yes."
Ning Wuyan glanced at Mei Xiang with admiration.
This girl is not too naive.
Mei Xiang was in trouble all of a sudden.
One hundred taels is indeed not much to her, but.
How can poetry be sold by the word? Aren't they always sold by the "first"?
"Mr. Ning, I always feel like you are robbing a big family."
Ning was fine but smiled and said nothing.
Did he do it so obviously?
"Girl, you can choose not to buy it. In fact, I originally planned not to sell it after selling ten poems. But these five poems were promised to your young lady, so I wrote them for her."
It may be difficult for the original person to raise the initial funds for making perfume, but for him, there are ways to get people to send more money.
Even asking competitors to send money for him to spend.
According to the third brother, the ten poems in the morning caused quite a stir, and the prices of these five poems will also rise.
He is giving away rather than selling.
Mei Xiang originally planned to bargain with Ning Wuhuang. After hearing what he said and seeing his calm and composed appearance, it seemed that he really didn't need the one hundred taels, and she suddenly became entangled.
"Girl, if you hesitate any longer, the talent conference by the lake will continue to open, and your lady's business of selling poetry may not be possible."
Along with Ning Wuyan's set of words came out.
Mei Xiang could only grit her teeth and accept her bad luck.
"I'll buy!"
At most, the extra fifty taels will be deducted from her monthly silver.
Mei Xiang picked out a hundred-tael silver note from her purse embroidered with the word "Shen" and stuffed it into Ning Wuyan's hand angrily.
Before leaving, I didn't forget to scold him.
"Profiteer."
She suffered a big loss this time.
I haven't seen the author of the poem, and there is a possibility that Ning Wuyi will cheat him out of fifty taels.
Shameless Mr. Ning turns out to be a profiteer!
"Girl, if your lady thinks the purchase is too expensive, she can refund it!"
Ning Wuyan did not forget to provide good after-sales service.
I happily accepted the one hundred taels of silver notes, so I wouldn't have to worry about dinner.
"After finishing the casual things, the next step is to do the business and start preparing the tools and materials for making perfume."
Making perfume is actually very simple. You only need to extract plant essential oils, mix them with alcohol and water, stir and mix them in a container according to a certain ratio, and leave them for a period of time.
When he was planning an event for a well-known perfume company, he visited the factory in depth, and also investigated the process of perfume production over time. He memorized its raw materials and important steps, and he could adjust the details by himself.
"There is no shortage of flowers used to extract plant essential oils. Alcohol can be purified directly with a burning knife, but there is no distiller here, and even the wine brewed by the government only has about ten degrees."
Whether it is the extraction of plant essential oils or alcohol, a distiller is required.
If it doesn’t exist, make it.
Fortunately, he runs a medical clinic, so there is no need to hire someone to dig a hole for the boiler. It can be used after cleaning and refitting it.
If he goes to the blacksmith shop to make a set of copper pots and lids for cooling water, no one will suspect that he is secretly brewing high-concentration alcohol.
"The eldest uncle and the second uncle are just doing odd jobs in the government. It would be great if there were officials in the Ning family. It would definitely be a great achievement to present the recipe for distilled liquor."
The handyman does not need to think about offering gifts.
Because the final contribution you give is only to the top, you may still be wary of it. Wearing small shoes is light, and it is not impossible to cause the disaster of being silenced.
Ning Wuhao always remembers it.
This is not a time when everyone abides by the law.
Think twice before doing anything.
…
The island bridge.
Ji Jin looked at Xu Jidao and confirmed again and again, dumbfounded: "Mr. Xu, do you really want to work with me to review the poems of those students?"
The famous poet king Xu Jidao went to serve as a referee for a group of unknown students.
Have you ever seen such a ridiculous thing?
She finally regained hope for the talented people who were rejected in the morning. If they knew that Xu Jidao was personally reviewing, I am afraid that only a few people would even go on the bridge.
It is an honor to be given guidance by King Xu Shi, but if you are pointed out by King Xu Shi, you may not be able to hold your head up for the rest of your life.
"The two talented people from Jing'an City who landed on the island are quarreling with Princess Jingxian. Magistrate Jiang drank five bowls of soju while listening to the song "Broken Array" and was already drunk. The remaining ten talented people... don't mention it. , I am just idle on the island, why not appreciate the elegance of Jinling’s talented people."
Xu Jidao was stroking his beard, looking like an immortal.
But the way he glanced at the papyrus Ji Jin had been holding in his hand from time to time betrayed his true inner thoughts.
The real work of Shixian!
Shixian is not on the island, so what is the use of him staying on the island?
It would be better to wait in the pavilion.
just in case.
In case the Poetry Fairy becomes popular with his poems and plays, he will sell a few more poems.
He took the opportunity to beg for it, so it shouldn't be considered a robbery.
Didn't the draft in Miss Ji's hand come from the name of copying?
He exchanged his copybooks for the original works of poets and immortals, and the students would probably appreciate his old face.
"Now that Mr. Xu has made up his mind, in order to make the students less nervous, why don't we change the way we conduct the review in the afternoon?"
Ji Jinxin said: Otherwise, I'm worried that King Xu Shi will be full of poems by poetry immortals. If you sit here all afternoon and look down on the poems written by others, if you spread the word, people will not say that King Xu Shi is demanding, but will only laugh at Jinling. No talent.
She thought about the few poems she had pointed out in the morning. If they were slightly modified, they would be qualified to land on the island, but she didn't want the pearl to be covered in dust.
Xu Jidao didn't care at all about the talented people who landed on the island. He agreed indifferently: "I am just a jury. Miss Ji can make the decision on such trivial matters."
