Because Xie Fu showed his hand just now, he immediately became the center of attention when he spoke out.
A young man said: "Young Master doesn't even know Chen Douzhi's name."
Fu Xie had heard the name Chen Douzhi once or twice, and Fu Xie had also met Chen Douzhi once. At that time, Chen Douzhi regarded him and Hu Diquan as bearers.
Fu Xie wanted to hear the details about Chen Douzhi, so he simply smiled and said: "I am a foreigner and I just came to Suzhou not long ago."
The young man smiled and said: "No wonder. Chen Douzhi's name is very loud in Suzhou City. If there is any famous actress whose reputation can surpass that of all the major brothels and courtesans, it must be Chen Douzhi."
"The literati in Suzhou City are proud to participate in the poetry reception hosted by Chen Duzhi, and her posts are hard to find in the market."
Xie Fu smiled and said: "So it's just for a post about a poetry and wine party."
"Sir, don't underestimate this post."
As he spoke, the young man introduced Chen Duzhi to Fu Xie in detail. They, the errand runners, walked through the streets and alleys every day, and were most familiar with the gossip.
This Chendu is famously called Chen Qinglan, and is known as "Snowy Night Fireworks". It is as famous as Chang'an's No. 1 Courtesan "Tianshui Fairy Song".
Speaking of the reputation of fireworks on a snowy night, there is a story. On a snowy and very cold winter night, there was a grand poetry and literary reception in Qinlou. The literati drank and wrote poems at the same time, and the atmosphere was very strong.
Halfway through the reception, the charcoal in the stove in the elegant hall was burned out. Everyone gradually felt cold and tried to endure the cold. The atmosphere was not as lively as it was at the beginning.
At that time, due to the heavy snowfall that lasted for more than ten days, many important roads were blocked by heavy snow, making transportation very inconvenient. Coupled with the cold weather, the amount of charcoal used increased sharply. Although the price of furnace charcoal on the market soared several times, it was still only one charcoal. It's hard to find, even in places like Qin Tower, furnace charcoal is in short supply.
The fire went out, and the room was like an ice cellar. Everyone was sitting and shivering. How could they have any interest in writing poems? The cocktail party in front of them was about to break up. Someone invited Chen Duzhi to come to the rescue.
Chen Douzhi didn't come here just to bring charcoal. She was already quite famous at that time.
As soon as the noble and elegant Chen Douzhi appeared, he immediately lifted the spirits of the literati present.
Her conversation was elegant and interesting, and she started drinking again. With her unique charm, the atmosphere in the elegant hall became warm again, and everyone was in high spirits and completely forgot about the cold.
That night, talented people wrote poems one after another to praise Chen Duzhi's witty words on the snowy night, which added to the fireworks.
The reputation of "Fireworks on a Snowy Night" came from this, and since then, Chen Duzhi's reputation has become higher and higher.
After hearing this, Fu Xie said, "Oh, that's how it is. I wonder how this "Snowy Night Fireworks" compares to the unparalleled warrior Wang Wushuang?"
All the bronze legs were shocked and surprised when they heard this.
The young man said in an unbelievable tone: "Sir, you actually compare the man in love with Mr. Wang!"
"It's incomparable! It's incomparable! Mr. Wang's is a famous landmark in Suzhou City's history. Even if all the brothel ladies put together, they can't compare to it."
For a woman to be respected as sir, it shows Wang Wushuang's status in the hearts of these people.
At this time, Manager Meng and Mr. Wu came downstairs and walked directly to Fu Xie.
Manager Meng introduced the two men respectively, "This is Mr. Wu Jie and Mr. Xie. This is Mr. Xie Fu."
Wu Jie looked at Fu Xie, who was dressed in ordinary clothes, and said in a contemptuous tone: "Is that him?"
There were many people in Qinlou that day and Xie Fu kept a low profile, so Wu Jie had no impression of Xie Fu at all.
Xie Fu smiled slightly, business is coming.
Manager Meng nodded, "That's Mr. Xie."
It seems that Manager Meng specifically mentioned Xie Fu to Wu Jie upstairs. Of course, he did not know the details of Xie Fu. The time has come to test his vision.
Wu Jie looked at Xie Fu carefully inside and out again, and asked in a questioning tone: "Can you compose poetry?"
Xie Fu humbly said: "I know a little bit." He has always been modest in speech, and he is not only good at writing poetry, but he is also good at playing chess, calligraphy and painting, and he is especially good at playing chess and calligraphy.
Wu Jie said coldly: "I'm in a bad mood right now. Don't tease me. Do you know how to do it? What does it mean to be more knowledgeable?"
"Yes!" Xie Fu responded decisively.
Wu Jie said: "Then I'll give you a moment to burn incense, write a poem and listen to it."
"Master Wu, please give me a question."
Poetry is like a state of mind, a temporary sustenance. Many good poems are recited with feelings. This is not allowed to be written without a title.
This Wu Jie would go to the Benma Club to ask for help, but naturally he only had half a bucket of water. Whenever it was his turn to ask questions, he could not come up with any good questions.
Wu Jie looked around, thought for a while, and said, "We are here at the Galloping Horse Club, so let's write a poem with the title of Galloping Horse."
Xie Fu smiled. Since there is a title, it is easy. It is nothing more than a routine, refining words and sentences. The so-called "a word can be made by a hundred refinements, a sentence can be made by a thousand refinements", which is to compose poetry. Of course, it must rhyme, so that it is catchy when read. The cadence.
"Yes."
"The horse moves like a bow, and the hooves rush to catch up with the footsteps. I am born to work hard, and I hope I will be a whip bearer."
No one cheered. The white men only had something in their minds and couldn't understand.
Poetry is too far away from them.
Only Wu Jie nodded thoughtfully. After a while, he came back to his senses and said, "Well, it sounds interesting, just so-so."
Xie Fu smiled slightly.
Wu Jie said seriously: "You can compose poetry, but can you compete in the brothel arena?"
Xie Fu responded: "Just so-so."
Wu Jie emphasized: "Qin Lou's arena!"
Qin Tower! Representing the highest level of brothels in Suzhou City, it is an existence that is difficult for ordinary people to reach. It is so high that they will never want to cross that threshold in their lifetime.
Hearing that Wu Jie's tone was to intimidate Xie Fu, Xie Fu smiled slightly: "To me, no matter where the arena is, it's the same."
Wu Jie said calmly: "It's not bad to have this kind of confidence. It's just you. The price is the same as Huang Shaonan, five taels of silver." Wu Jie was also generous and did not touch anything.
When all the white men heard this, they were secretly excited. Five taels of silver!
That's almost a year's wages. People like them run around here and there every day. Apart from eating and drinking, they can't save even five taels of silver in a year.
You can earn five taels of silver in one night. What a good scholar!
Xie Fu responded, "I want ten taels of silver."
When all the white men heard this, they were so shocked that their crotches were about to burst. Master Xie wanted to increase the price!
Just now I only charged ten cents to write an elegiac couplet to someone. I thought that Mr. Xie was the second brother. It seems that Mr. Xie is the best, he understands the beauty of money very well.
Wu Jie was furious: "You have silver legs and you dare to ask me for ten taels of silver."
Xie Fu suppressed Wu Jie's anger with just one sentence, "If you can't win, I won't take a penny."
Wu Jie looked at Mr.
Xie Fu returned the fan to Wu Jie, "Deal!"
Wu Jie was stunned when he saw Xie Fuying being so cheerful.
Wu Jie didn't know he missed it.
The two agreed to meet at Qin Lou at Xu o'clock that night.
