Ye Changlong knew that he should not have any illusions about his uncle who only wanted to be promoted. He smiled loftily: "Uncle, you have misunderstood our relationship with Ning Wushan from the beginning."
"how you said that?"
"Uncle, it is still unclear whether Ning Wu is a Poet Immortal. Even if he is a Poet, whether he can become Mr. Royal depends entirely on your recommendation, uncle. But you see that Ning Wu is arrogant, relaxed and frivolous, and the Ye Ning family I want to make a profit during the festival, but I'm afraid he will open his mouth like a lion."
Although Ye Tongpan felt that Ye Changlong's behavior in the morning was stupid, these words spoke to his heart.
He humbly wooed the Ning family, but he always felt like a warm face against a cold butt.
If it wasn't for the purpose of running errands for the King of Jin, why would he be so humble when he was always walking sideways in Jinling?
"But Changlong, if you can't get the benefits you want, then you can only use strong methods. But now, let alone Xu Jidao, who is good with Jiang Zhifu, Ji Jin alone, with her coming forward, we want to catch Ning Wuchang and beat him I have no idea where to start.”
This was also the reason why Ye Tongpan did not want to stamp the document.
What if I am accused of dishonesty if I change my order at night? He only cares about the results regardless of the means.
Ye Changlong knew his uncle's ultimate goal. He smiled sinisterly and said, "Uncle, employing people is like raising dogs. This Ning Wuhuang is a vicious dog, and the Ning family is a group of tough dogs. You have to conquer them first, and then reward them." With just a bone of meat, they can obediently let you beat and scold them, and accept your gifts."
"It makes sense...how to do it specifically?"
"Uncle, you can treat Ning Weiguo more harshly than before, so as not to cause others to think that your sudden change of attitude is because you feel ashamed of the Ning family for what happened to the Yeliu family, and instead caused Ning Weiguo to get in trouble."
When Ye Changlong saw his uncle nodding in agreement, he knew in his heart that as long as there was a way, he would not be willing to do things based on other people's faces, let alone the uncle who was inferior to one person in Jinling and superior to ten thousand people.
"As for Ning Wuyan, I think he can be a Poet Immortal, and so can others. He must know that if he wants to be a Poet Immortal, he has to rely on our Ye family. If he doesn't cooperate obediently, huh, this Poet Immortal, The same goes for someone else, King Jin just needs such a title, but he does not need a Shixian who may help King Kang to live in this world."
Ye Tongpan suddenly understood and looked at his eldest nephew in surprise.
"Changlong, my uncle underestimated your abilities and methods before. If this is done, my uncle will definitely recommend you to Mr. Huang to work in the government office."
Once his ideas opened up, Ye Tongpan was no longer limited to pursuing cooperation with Shixian.
Just like the eldest nephew said.
What he needs is a Shixian who listens to him and can help King Jin.
Rather than Ning Wuyan, who was disobedient and would pose a threat to the Ye family.
"How long will it take for this to be accomplished?" Ye Tongpuan was so anxious that he wanted to catch Ning Wuchang, tell him about Ye Changlong's plan, and coerce and induce him to submit.
But what happened this morning made him understand that Ning Wushan was not a fuel-efficient lamp. That boy would never shed tears without seeing the coffin.
"This matter will not only cost a lot of money, but also find some talented ghostwriters and poets to confuse the public. If we want to create the sensation that it caused yesterday, it will take more than a month to prepare."
Ye Tongpan didn't want to wait that long, so he set a date: "Ten days! In ten days, I will take you to Ping'an Medical Center to see Ning Wuhao. You must be ready."
"Uncle, don't worry. By then, Ning Wuyan will be able to lower his head in front of you."
Ye Changlong lowered his head and revealed a sinister sneer.
I stabilized the uncle and let him know that without Ning Wushan, someone else could be the Shixian.
When the time comes, he just needs to let his uncle know that he can't control Ning Wuyan.
Ning Wuyang, this abandoned child, will definitely die in the hands of his uncle!
A poet who can compose poetry is amazing.
But having power and money can decide who will be the Poet Immortal.
…
"Ah owe!"
Ning Wuyang sneezed loudly, stuffed a handful of peach blossoms into the sack, rubbed his nose, and muttered: "I don't know who is talking about me?"
"Old Master."
Yunfei swept the petals on the ground and answered the conversation without raising his head.
Ning Wuhuang glanced at the sunset on the horizon, and thought that he would have to spend the night on the mountain because he had no time to go down today. Grandpa would indeed miss him, so he picked flowers faster.
In addition to peach blossoms, there are also many blooming gladioli and gardenias at Hanshan Temple.
Although they are ordinary varieties, their smell is very suitable for making perfume. In order to pick them, Ning Wuhao donated two taels of sesame oil to stay overnight on the pretext of cleaning Hanshan Temple.
Come and come, of course you have to come back with a full load.
"Go down to the flower house early tomorrow morning, pack up two bags of dried chrysanthemums and dried plum blossoms that cannot be sold, clean the fresh flower raw materials, and buy a few jars of old wine. Once the still is in place, we can start the fire."
Ning Wuyang was busy picking flowers at Hanshan Temple.
Unexpectedly, there were three distinguished guests who had been waiting for him in Ning Mansion for a whole day.
finally.
Or because the island in the middle of the lake needed to review the poems of the top three moon admirers, the three distinguished guests reluctantly left.
When he loaded the bullock cart and rushed back to Ping An Medical Center the next afternoon.
Far away, I could see the old man and the book boy from yesterday standing like two pillars under the scorching sun.
"Xu~~"
The one-eyed boy parked the bullock cart firmly at the door and glanced curiously at the two people who were sweating profusely. He didn't understand why they didn't go to the shade and were exposed to the scorching sun.
Ning Wushan didn't understand either, but in order to prevent them from suffering from heat stroke, he could only open the door quickly, welcome the two of them in, and sent Yunfei to get them two bowls of cold water to drink.
Gudong! Gudong!
After drinking two large bowls of well water, Xu Jidao finally came to life. He stared at the pollen-covered young man in front of him and laughed loudly: "Ning Shixian, I have admired you for a long time. I took the liberty of you yesterday. Don’t take it personally.”
"It's okay, I was too busy and didn't have time to explain."
Ning Wuyan poured another bowl of cold water by himself, and without waiting for Xu Jidao to bring up the topic of discussing poetry, he gestured to the five people carrying sacks into the yard.
"Sir, you should have noticed that I am very busy. If there is nothing else, would you like me to go ahead?"
For Xu Jidao, there is nothing more important in the world than writing poems and lyrics.
But when he saw five disabled people carrying sacks, and he, a man with all hands and feet, was sitting drinking cold water and taking up the host's time, it was really rude.
"May I ask when Ning Shixian is not busy anymore, so that I can ask you for advice on what Eight Hundred Miles is divided by subordinates, and what are the allusions to it."
"Well... it will take about ten days. Also, there is no need to call me Ning Shixian. This is a random name they gave me. I can't afford it."
Ning Wuyan's words made Xu Jidao, a man with a nickname, feel deeply ashamed.
It's not that the title Shixian is not good enough, but that Ning Shixian looks down upon this title, which shows that he, the king of poetry, is too obsessed with poetry and is arrogant about other things.
Whatever.
"Since little friend Ning has other things to do, I will come back in ten days. During these ten days, I will concentrate on my creation and try to ask little friend Ning for advice in ten days."
Xu Jidao helped Li Tie up the sack that was about to fall to the ground.
Li Tie saw that this person had an extraordinary status and thanked him repeatedly. Xu Jidao just smiled and shook his head: "It's just a small effort, you're welcome."
Ning Wuyan saw that he was not down-to-earth but a good person, so he smiled and agreed: "When I'm not busy anymore, you can come anytime and we can communicate at any time."
"Farewell."
"Walk slowly."
Ning Wuyan sent the two old men out of the door, picked up a sack in one hand and was about to walk in when a familiar scent of fragrance floated in. He perked up and looked towards the visitor.
"Miss Shen, do you like this peach blossom?"
When he saw that besides the tall and thin woman who looked like a guard, Shen Youchu was accompanied by a strange but familiar beauty, Ning Wuyan nodded to him.
"Miss Ji."
"You recognize me?"
Ji Jin was flattered. Needless to say, he had prepared a self-introduction all night long. His face was red with nervousness, and he was still thinking about when she had interacted with Ning Shixian?
What was she wearing at that time? How is the image? What's Ning Shixian's impression of her?
Fortunately, she had dressed up carefully yesterday and today. What should she do if she left a bad impression in Ning Shixian's mind?
Youchu, help me.
Ji Jin used his eyes to ask Shen Youchu for help, but found out.
Miss Shen stared straight at Ning Shixian's face, her eyes unable to tolerate anyone else.
"..."
Ji Jin could only rely on himself and asked, "Ning, Ning..."
