In the yard next door, Yu Bingchuan, who was supervising his son's schoolwork, and Boss Zhao were also paying attention to Ning Wuyan's movements.
When he learned that Ning Wuhuang was not affected by the outside world at all and only focused on dealing with his own mountainous area, the suspicion in his heart became even heavier.
"Could it be that Ning Wuhuang really has the means to turn Dongxia upside down and turn things around?"
Yu Bingchuan felt that he could not scare himself.
But he didn't have any issues with Ning Wuhao, so he came to the door rashly. It would be bad if he became enemies before the business was completed.
In this regard, he is different from his cousin.
"I just want to make money, and I don't want to offend anyone."
It's okay if Ning Wuyan is willing to go to the flower house to buy flowers. Anyway, as long as he grows off-season flowers, with the terrain of Hanshan Temple, he will definitely come to him to buy ice.
To be honest, if his cousin is not the leader in Jinling's flower industry, and he doesn't want to offend his cousin, the demand for ice cubes for tens of acres or hundreds of acres, and the price increase of a few percent, is just a small change.
But if the entire flower industry can follow suit and increase prices, this is big money.
"Since my cousin can't keep his temper, let him go and find out first... Could it be that Ning Wuhuang plans to transport ice from other places? The cost is high, so it is better to just buy flowers elsewhere."
Thinking of this, Yu Bingchuan couldn't sit still.
He quickly asked the housekeeper to get the accounts and recent quotations for ice cubes from various places, and first set a price that was a few cents cheaper than other places for 100 kilograms, which would be acceptable to Ning Wuhuang and the flower house owners.
You can make more money.
This is what he should do most.
…
Zhangjiazhuang.
After eating supper, Ning Wuchang was swaying in the rocking chair, counting the bright stars in the night sky above his head, and looking at the bright Milky Way in the sky, as if he could pluck a star with just one hand.
The nightlife here is boring.
However, the night here is beautiful.
"The sky is connected with the clouds and the waves are connected with the dawn mist, and the stars are about to turn and a thousand sails are dancing."
Ning Wuyang just read this sentence.
A group of girls standing not far away, admiring the moon and stars, cast a fiery look at him and moved over with a light step.
Surrounding Ning Wuyou.
"How come Shixian is so inspired to write poetry today?"
Shen Youchu joked.
Others don't know it, but she has a clear mind.
Except when Mr. Ning met her, he wanted to make money with his poems and wrote many amazing works in one breath. At other times, his creative desire was stimulated by competing with others.
Ji Jin also knew this very well. She was even more worried that Mr. Ning would not have the motivation to continue writing poems without pressure. She asked, "Does Mr. Ning have a sequel to this poem?"
"Fifth brother, you have never composed a poem in front of us. How about writing one today?"
Ning Zhixue also encouraged him to continue creating.
Ning Zhixia even asked her maid to get pen and paper to record his next masterpiece.
Ning Wuyan looked at the circle of girls pursuing poetry and could only smile apologetically.
"Good sentences are made by nature, I know this one."
This is not a poem, but a line from a poem called "The Proud Fisherman".
This poem was written by Li Qingzhao, but it’s not that he didn’t want to continue memorizing it.
In fact, he didn't memorize the poem well and could only remember this sentence, but he could continue with a few more sentences.
Ordinary people may not be able to tell the difference, but when meeting a professional commentator like Ji Dacainv, he still doesn't want to be embarrassed.
"Good sentences are born in heaven..."
After Ji Jin thought about this sentence carefully, he asked with a strange expression: "Does Mr. Ning mean that writing poems and lyrics also depends entirely on talent?"
"No."
Ning Wuyan pointed at the Milky Way in the sky and started talking nonsense seriously.
"I mean, I rely on God to provide me with food when I write poems and lyrics."
The girls thought that two months ago, Ning Wuchang was the biggest loser in Jinling.
Now, he has transformed into a poetry fairy who is sought after by various poetry societies and literary circles in Jinling. Even the poet king Xu Jidao is willing to bow down to him. Even when he is over fifty, he still treats him as a brother.
I really feel the impermanence of fate.
But Ji Jin disagreed with these words and retorted: "You only rely on God to provide you with food, and you also need to have a suitable job to catch it. If Mr. Ning does not have poetry in his heart, how can he catch the inspiration that God gives you?" Woolen cloth?"
"Miss Ji is right. If a idiot who doesn't know a few Chinese characters gets the inspiration to write poems and lyrics, he probably won't be able to hold back a few words."
"Sister, why don't you open any pot? Didn't fifth brother always..."
Ning Zhixia almost bit her tongue.
But at the same time, all the girls looked at Ning Wuyan with confusion.
As Ji Jin said, if Ning Wuhao was really a fool at the beginning, even if he had enlightenment and inspiration, he would not be able to become a poetry immortal.
Even if those good sentences are memorized, they still need to be memorized by someone who is literate in Chinese characters and can understand the deep meaning.
Unless, Ning Wuyan's straw bag was fake from the beginning.
"Ahem... We all drank a lot of fruit wine today, and the wind is getting cold. But don't catch a cold again due to the cool mountain breeze. Go to sleep, everyone."
Ning Wuyang unexpectedly pulled out a line of poetry, and was suspected of being a fool when he fell in love with the original person.
He really wasn't pretending to be a fool before, but now he is really pretending to be a poet.
It would be better to end this topic here.
"But fifth brother, eldest sister really wants to know, why do you still pretend to be a fool after you have learned so many things?"
Ning Zhixue still wanted to get to the bottom of it.
After all, even the Ning family members are curious about when Ning Wushuang started to change.
Not to mention Shen Youchu and Ji Jin, who stretched their necks, raised their ears, and rolled their beautiful eyes like two rabbits, ready to ask a few questions at any time.
For the first time, Ning Wuhuang saw how persistent a girl's gossip heart would make their endurance.
"I seem to have drunk too much."
Ning Wuyang was about to escape using the excuse of peeing.
The steward at Zhuangzi trotted up the hillside in a hurry.
"Fifth Young Master, a man named Zhao is looking for you."
Your surname is Zhao?
Yun Fei, who was standing behind him, clenched his fists and stepped forward: "How dare someone named Zhao come?"
Ning Wuhuang's somewhat drunken mind suddenly sobered up.
"Boss Zhao from the flower house is here. He must be here to discuss business. If you don't want to go back to your room and sleep, you can take your time and play while I get down to business first."
With a reasonable excuse.
Ning Wuyang jumped off the rocking chair and left.
The speed was so fast that by the time the girls reacted, they had already run down the hillside.
Shen Youchu clenched his fists at his back and hummed: "Such a good opportunity for gossip, he actually let him run away."
"Youchu, maybe Mr. Ning just doesn't want to mention the sad things."
Ji Jin said with a complicated expression, some words Liu Qingfang said at the poetry club flashed through his mind.
She just felt it.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the words came out, the group of people who had surrounded Ning Wuyan surrounded her again.
Ning Zhixue asked with a probing look on her face: "Does Miss Ji know the inside story?"
"Jin'er, don't whet our appetites, just tell me..."
In fact, Ji Jin only suspected that Ning Wuchang had poetry background because of Liu Qingfang, and there was no actual evidence.
At this time, seeing a group of people gathered around her to inquire about information, she could only tell her her guess.
"Liu Qingfang said before that Mr. Ning has memorized many famous poems in recent years in order to have something to talk with her. I think it was the foundation laid at that time that made Mr. Ning what he is today."
After a while, everyone was silent.
Shen Youchu unclenched his fist and gently scratched Ji Jin's waist with his fingers, causing the latter to dodge quickly.
"Youchu, you have something to say, why do you do it?"
"Hmph, who asked you to arrange Mr. Ning? Mr. Ning must have learned it secretly because he likes poetry. It has nothing to do with Liu."
"Okay, okay, it has nothing to do with her, stop it...hahaha..."
When Ning Zhixue and Ning Zhixia saw Shen Youchu who was obviously jealous, the expressions on their faces became subtle.
Especially Ning Zhixia, who had sent a letter to Zhang's eldest cousin, was even more embarrassed.
It turns out that in addition to the eldest cousin, Miss Shen and Miss Ji also like the fifth brother.
How can the eldest cousin win over these two proud women?
It's better to let the eldest cousin choose another good son-in-law.
…
Ning Wuyan didn't know that he had escaped from the gossip center.
As a result, not only are people still talking about him, but they are even adding original stories.
If he knew, he would still rather go back and chat with the beauties than the arrogant Boss Zhao who was standing at the door.
"Boss Ning, long time no see. How are you?"
"If I were to be ill, would you still be able to see me?"
