"Sir, why don't you borrow a thousand taels from the old lady?" Yunfei felt that although the smell of the perfume was not that strong, it was really beautiful and strange in the bottle, so he shouldn't lose money.
"That's a good idea." Ning Wuyan pointed at his face and asked Yunfei dumbfounded: "Xiao Yunfei, do you think I have such a big heart to ask grandpa for a thousand taels? Besides, a thousand taels is enough to make perfume. Yes, we can’t drink the northwest wind and work at the same time.”
He was willing to go to the Ning family to borrow money shamelessly, and the Ning family couldn't afford so much money at the moment.
The six people heard the words and became even more distressed.
Ning Wuhan didn't take the lack of money to heart. As early as when he decided to make perfume, he knew that it would cost a lot of money to put into production.
The more profitable the industry, the greater the investment, and of course, the returns will be more generous.
"Brother Tong, you put down tonight's supper first, and someone will come to deliver the money tomorrow."
Ning Wuyan's words sounded like wishful thinking.
Door-to-door delivery of money?
Who else besides the Ning family would come to deliver money?
unless……
The one-eyed boy asked tentatively: "Sir, are you going to remove that sign outside?"
Ever since they found out that their young master was the famous Poet Immortal, the six of them knew that they would have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of their lives.
An authentic poem by the poet king Xu Jidao is worth a thousand taels.
Their young master was hailed as the Immortal of Poetry by King Xu Shi, who was even better than the King of Poetry. He could write a poem for not only one thousand taels, but also one hundred taels. If he wrote ten of it, he could collect one thousand taels of silver. Already?
Ning Wuyan saw everyone's eyes burning, but he could only pour cold water on their heads.
"It's not time to take down the brand yet. Just focus on eating and drinking. Get up tomorrow morning and work according to the division of labor. Leave the rest to me."
Seeing that he spoke so confidently, the one-eyed boy knew that the young master must have found a way to solve the problem of money, so he called the lame Wang Chao and Ma Yang to buy supper.
Ning Wuyan shook the porcelain bottle in his hand a few more times, placed it in the prepared bamboo tube, and took it to soak in the well water outside.
"Meow."
Daju came closer when he smelled the smell, sniffed and quickly jumped away.
"Mimi, this thing is not suitable for you. Stay away from it, but not too far. Don't let rats and insects bite the bamboo tube. The glorious and great task of guarding perfume is left to you. As long as you make a lot of money, You can choose the fish from the morning market.”
Daju, who didn't like eating cakes, shook his head and turned around to run towards the wall. When he heard the footsteps outside the door, he turned around again, stared at the roast chicken in the one-eyed boy's hand and licked his tongue to please him. The ground rubbed against Ning Wuyan's trouser legs.
"Meow~~"
After eating and drinking, Ning Wuyang felt at ease and felt light. He made a bed on the floor next to the perfume and fell asleep... Thinking of an important agreement, he sat up again.
"Xiao Yunfei, you just ate a whole chicken and five big buns. You should eat something before going to bed."
"Sir, please speak directly." Yun Fei, who was sitting on the wall, rolled his eyes to the sky.
Ning Wuyan took out the jade token and handed it over.
"Send a message to Miss Shen for me and ask her to come and play tomorrow morning."
"..."
Yunfei saw his young master smiling as cunningly as a fox. Although he was offended, he was still very shameless in his behavior of eating soft food.
Just now the young master said that there was a way to solve the problem of lack of money. He thought that the young master's clever mind had come up with a solution that none of them could think of.
In the end, he asked Miss Shen for money?
"Sir, do you really want to go?"
nonsense.
When someone comes to deliver money tomorrow, Miss Shen still needs to be asked to help.
Besides, the peach blossom perfume is finished. Although it is not finished, it can make Miss Shen happy for a while while waiting.
"Go ahead. When you come back, remember to climb over the wall and don't knock on the door. Don't disturb everyone when they are sleeping."
…
Ye Mansion.
Ye Changlong stamped his seal on the account book with an expenditure of 10,000 taels, and felt a twinge of pain.
He spent a lot of money in order to ask those poor and talented people to imitate the writing style of the Poetry Immortal and write poems on their behalf.
Fortunately, he finally put his heads together and came up with a way to defeat Ning Wuchang's reputation as a Poet Immortal.
"Both the Poet Immortal and the Poet King have their own poetry writing styles. As long as they pick out the aspects they are not good at and step on them a few times, and then take advantage of the doubts of the students I incited, Ning Wuhao will definitely be able to drown in the world. Drooling."
He had already prepared a killing move and was waiting for Ning Wuhuang to take advantage.
Of course.
For his uncle, he continued to work in both positive and negative ways, pretending that he wanted to control Ning Wuhuang. In order to avoid damage to Ning Wuhuang's reputation as a poet, he also hired a ghostwriter to help sell Ning Wuhuang's favor.
Let's make it clear in advance that there is an uncle who can tell the truth for Ning Wuhuang. With Ning Wuhuang's ostentatious behavior in front of the Liu Mansion, he will definitely be grateful to his uncle.
The more this happens, the more irreparable the relationship between the two will be when Ning Wuyan fails.
"Hahaha, I am really a genius who plans ahead and does all the math!"
At this time, Ye Changlong thought that Ye Tongpan was going to use him to act in a cruel show, and even his uncle, whom he usually respected, no longer paid attention to it.
"What's going on at Ping'an Medical Center?"
Ye Changlong did not forget to inquire about Ning Wuyan's movements during the past two days.
Just in case Ning Wuhuang becomes friendly with more powerful people and affects his plan.
"It's still the same as the past few days. After putting up the sign, he stayed behind closed doors, as if he was taking medicine."
"Boil medicine?" Ye Changlong smiled sarcastically: "He doesn't think that the prescription given by the alchemist is really a secret recipe worth a fortune, and wants to use that prescription to make money, right?"
"Um... I don't know. Even though all the staff at Ping An Medical Center are disabled, they are veterans who have retired from the battlefield. They are all vigilant. I don't dare to go within ten steps of the medical center."
The Ye family boy suddenly thought of something strange and quickly reported it.
"Sir, there seems to be a strange fragrance in the hospital tonight."
Weird scent?
Incense?
Ordinary people do not burn incense, but wealthy people do not use incense for a long time because summer is getting hotter.
Unless you have important travel plans.
"It seems that Ning Wuhuang wanted to take advantage of the limelight of questioning him and show up. I can't let him go out and ruin my plan now." Ye Changlong smiled sinisterly: "I don't know what kind of medicine he is taking, uncle is not They asked me to go and apologize, so I just happened to bring some tonics to greet you."
When acting, you have to do the whole thing.
So what if he endured a moment of humiliation in order to lure Ning Wuhou into taking the bait?
Jifu.
Ji Jin stood in front of the desk and wrote two lines of words in the blank space of the portrait she had just drawn.
"If there are flowers, you must break them off. Don't wait until there are no flowers."
As she murmured to herself, the portrait in front of her seemed to come alive and was smiling at her.
"I met Miss Ji yesterday by the Xuanwu Lake. I was so shocked that I still remember it fresh." Shen Youchu appeared from behind, put his head on Ji Jin's shoulder, and joked: "Jin'er, are you again? Are you thinking about Mr. Ning?"
"No, no..."
Ji Jin hurriedly denied it.
She was just thinking about what Mr. Ning said.
It's the early childhood.
Ji Jin gently patted Shen Youchu's little hand that was holding a pen to change her painting, and smiled teasingly: "Miss Shen didn't want to live on the island in the middle of the lake. She came to my house and slept with me. Didn't she dislike the three-mile-long bridge? Long, and you can see Ping An Medical Center at a glance from the pavilion above my house?"
Mr. Ning was busy making perfume, and she and Youchu tacitly agreed that no one would disturb him.
The restrained Ji Jin could only copy portraits and poems.
Shen Youchu was different. She found an attic where she could see the backyard of the hospital. Except for going back to her room to sleep at night, she spent the rest of the time in the attic just to be able to take a look at Mr. Ning from a distance.
Ji Jin couldn't help but feel lucky that her friend was so infatuated with him: Fortunately, all she needed was a poem and lyrics, and she wasn't interested in Mr. Ning's appearance.
Otherwise, she really couldn't imagine that one day she would be like a nymphomaniac, wishing she could stare at Mr. Ning all the time.
