"It is said that in ancient times, there was a prince who had a precious cow named Babaili Pi. He and his soldiers shared the roast beef."
Although Xu Jidao had never heard of the prince's deeds, he understood at this time that he had understood the meaning of this sentence correctly.
It means that generals and soldiers share the same brotherhood, eating and drinking together, just like Mr. Ning is said to have not only taken care of his subordinates when he was a general, but he still takes care of disabled veterans even if he is just a small colonel now.
"Master Ning, I heard that you wrote this poem to General Ning?"
Faced with Xu Jidao's question, Ning Wuyang did not answer directly, but asked him: "Where did you hear this poem, sir?"
He wrote this poem to his grandfather, but the Ning family kept a low profile regarding the fact that he was a poet, and would never spread this poem.
Not surprisingly, it should have been spread through Miss Shen's channels.
Is the old man from the Shen family?
Why not come with Miss Shen?
Xu Jidao suddenly realized that he had not introduced his identity yet, so he bowed quickly and said, "My surname is Xu. My name is a Yi character and a few characters."
"So you are Mr. Xu Shi Wang Xu?" Ning Wuyang looked at the old man carefully.
No wonder he is over fifty years old and still has eyes like a child who has not been stained by the world. He is either simple-minded or an obsessed researcher.
Xu Jidao was able to come here every day just for the sake of an allusion, so it must be the latter.
"I have admired the name of the Poet King for a long time. If you had already said that you were the Xu Poet King, I would have asked you to come in and have a rest even if I didn't delist you." Ning Wuyang hurriedly invited the master and servant to the backyard: "I have something I just want to ask someone to help me with. Mr. Xu came at the right time."
Although Ning Wuyan didn't mention what was going on, Xu Jidao still followed him to the backyard in a dignified manner.
In addition to asking Mr. Ning for advice on allusions in his poems, he also had some questions that he wanted to ask Mr. Ning to explain... Huh?
As soon as Xu Jidao entered the backyard, he smelled an unusual smell of alcohol, which made him indulge in it for a while, forgetting any doubts he had just now.
As a poet who often expresses his feelings, he often deals with fine wine.
Because of this, I got acquainted with the magistrate Jiang Yan who also enjoyed drinking.
Walking into the backyard, the aroma of wine mixed with the fragrance of flowers came from the direction of the kitchen. Xu Jidao was so greedy that he swallowed his saliva and couldn't help but ask: "Where did Mr. Ning buy his wine?"
"Huh? Oh... there is a vat of wine that I brewed myself."
Ning Wuyang hesitated, fearing that Xu Jidao might misunderstand, and added: "No takeout."
It's okay to make private wine and drink it yourself, but selling wine for profit is against the law.
Hearing this, Xu Jidao could only swallow his saliva and follow Ning Wuyou into the bedroom.
In the imagination, Shixian's bedroom should be fresh and elegant, or as unrestrained as the poetic style. Unexpectedly, Ning Wushuang's room was neat and simple, with only a bed and a set of tables and chairs, and only a bed covered with red cloth. The plaque rests against the wall.
Ning Wuyan picked up the plaque, and Piao Ling was about to help. He had already placed the plaque weighing dozens of kilograms on the table and rolled up the red cloth.
The plaque is empty.
Piao Ling glanced at Ning Wuyan as if he had some understanding, and thought to himself: Mr. Ning wants to ask for permission after knowing the true identity of the master.
Who doesn't know that Xu Shi Wang is not only the strongest poet in the literary world, but also has a unique existence in the literary world.
It is no exaggeration to say that a word is worth a thousand dollars.
Just hanging the plaque written by Xu Shiwang himself at the door can attract many talented people and beautiful people to copy and read the plaque.
When Xu Jidao saw this, he couldn't help but think of this. He didn't reject it at all, but asked excitedly: "Master Ning, do you want me to give you a calligraphy?"
If that's the case, he can't get it!
However, Mr. Ning must compose a poem or a poem for him in exchange.
"No."
Ning Wuyan's two words without thinking choked the passionate master and servant half to death.
It was indeed because Xu Jidao said that he was the king of poetry that Ning Wuyan brought the two of them here to see the plaque.
But it’s just... take a look.
There is an inscription by the King of Poetry on the plaque, which is indeed very valuable, but he is opening the door to do business and not letting others come to visit as a holy place.
In addition, Xu Shiwang's words are worth a thousand dollars, so hanging on the door is easy for thieves to miss.
When the trouble was greater than the added value of the inscription itself, of course he chose to write it himself.
"I chose this word myself, but I chose two names for the shop. I couldn't make up my mind. I thought Mr. Xu, you have very good taste and you will definitely be able to help me make a decision."
Xu Jidao's face glowed with the praise, he stroked his beard and replied: "Tell me about it, I will give you good advice."
Ning Wuyan took out the two pieces of paper he had already written on from his left sleeve and placed them on the table.
In fact, he planned to let Ji Jin help judge.
Since there is a more suitable candidate coming to your doorstep, it’s no use using it.
"Die Lianhua?"
Xu Jidao's expression turned solemn when he saw this word brand name.
Just when he thought that the second piece of paper also contained the name of Ci Pai, he saw three words spread out on the table.
"Go to the secret fragrance."
These two names were exactly what Ning Wuxu had chosen for his perfume shop.
Ning Wuyan explained by gesturing with two names: ""Die Lian Hua" is the name of a poetry brand. I don't need to say that Mr. Xu also knows this style of poetry. Most of them are new words to talk about love and sorrow. Girls will recognize it at a glance. Be able to express your feelings.”
Xu Jidao nodded thoughtfully.
This name does have a tendency to be liked by the daughter's family at first glance.
Xu Jidao said, his eyes fell on the three words "The secret fragrance goes away", and he said with a smile: "I once wrote a sentence: 'The spring light is gentle, the fragrance of the flower stream flows', since Ning Gongzi is going to sell incense-like fragrance Perfume shouldn’t just be in a girl’s pocket.”
"You must know that Ye's incense shop sells many incense to high-ranking officials and nobles. There are even many peddlers and stooges who are willing to pay money to buy incense in order to compete for elegance. "Go away with the secret fragrance," and go with the silver. , expresses the meaning in a simple way.”
After listening to Jun's words, Ning Wushan realized that he was in the wrong place.
The initial customer positioning of the perfume is indeed elegant young ladies.
But if we want to grow bigger and bigger, the name of the store should not be fancy, but should be popular.
"Mr. Xu's words make sense. Once it's settled, the perfume shop will call Anxiang." Ning Wuchang said, covering the plaque again with red cloth.
Xu Jidao waited for a long time, but before Ning Wuhuang asked him to mention these three words, he felt disappointed and couldn't help but wonder if his copybook was worthless. That's why Mr. Ning didn't say this.
"Master Ning..."
How about I write the inscription for you and you write a poem for me?
Before Xu Jidao could say anything shamelessly, a one-eyed friend rushed into the room smelling of alcohol, startling both the master and the servant.
How many kilograms of soju did this guy drink to have a strong smell of alcohol all over his body? !
"Sir, Miss Shen's forty bottles of perfume and Miss Ji's chrysanthemum perfume have settled."
"Pack it up and I'll deliver it to them personally."
After Ning Wuyan finished speaking, his eyes fell on Xu Jidao, who was approaching the one-eyed boy with half-closed eyes and kept smelling the aroma of wine.
Seeing Xu Jidao's drunken expression, he thought of how much help he had just received, and said to the one-eyed boy, "Brother Tong, go use a bamboo tube to get two ounces of the wine I steamed, and give it to Mr. Xu."
Although the alcohol content of those distilled spirits is only 60 to 70 degrees, two taels is enough for an old man to drink to his heart's content.
"Okay."
The one-eyed boy had naturally tasted the taste of steamed wine. Anyway, it was home-brewed wine for free, and the people would not sue the officials.
But the young master only allowed two ounces, and the one-eyed boy felt very stingy.
Xu Jidao came back to his senses and felt a little lacking, so he asked with a smile: "Master Ning, is there anything else you want me to do for you? How about I do you one more favor and you give me another two taels?"
You can tell it's good wine as soon as you smell it, maybe even stronger than Yugong's wine.
Yu Gong Liquor is an occasional barrel among tens of thousands of barrels. Ning Gongzi's own steamed wine does not know when he will be able to get it. Xu Jidao is willing to go to great lengths for this sip of wine.
"My good friend Jiang Yan, the prefect, is also good at wine. Now that I have acquired such fine wine, I cannot keep it to myself, but these two ounces of wine are not enough for both of us to take a sip."
