"Gu Yu, you did a good job!"
On the roof of the building covered with green tiles, the wind stirred up the black clothes.
Ji Qingzhu, wearing a bamboo hat on his head, looked at the grand scene of paper floating all over the city, but he was not happy. Instead, his chest heaved up and down, and he was obviously so angry that he felt a little hurt.
Gu Yu, who was next to him, looked confused: "What does the shopkeeper mean?"
Ji Qingzhu pointed at the yellow straw paper flying in the sky: "What I want is snow falling all over the silver. Why do you have so much yellow straw paper? How can snow... be yellow?"
"..."
"Also, why does it only float in front of these teahouses? Could it be that my snow can only fall on the teahouses? What about restaurants? At least let it float up to the restaurants!" Ji Qingzhu asked again.
Gu Yu had a bitter look on his face, feeling twice as wronged.
"What you said, shopkeeper, is very light, but my subordinates can't do what you want! The boss doesn't know how expensive firewood, rice, oil and salt are. How much paper do you need if you want to fill the whole city?"
Where could I find so much paper overnight?
Moreover, where can I print it?
That's it, I haven't even slept a wink until now.
Still want to turn white paper?
The shopkeeper really doesn’t know how much a piece of white paper costs now?
I might be able to scrape it together by selling Fu Shan Tang, but if I really sell it, you’re probably going to hack me to death, right? "
At this point, Gu Yu added: "Just these few thousand pieces of yellow straw paper, plus the cost of overnight printing, it's already over fifty taels of silver!"
Of course, there is another question in my mind: "How much money does Fu Shan Tang have? Doesn't the shopkeeper have to count it?" 'If so, I finally endured it.
When Ji Qingzhu heard this, his face was somewhat surprised: "Didn't I ask you to show the story to the [Iron Rooster]? Didn't he praise the story as a great one?"
"He liked it!"
"Then he won't pay for the paper money?"
"Shopkeeper, you also called Yang Fuzun the Iron Rooster. Do you really think that old man can give out paper money?" Gu Yu was a little confused.
"Alas...if there was a scholar in Fushan Hall, he wouldn't let that iron cock bully him." Ji Qingzhu sighed.
"Why?"
"A scholar knows how to settle accounts!"
"..." Guyu.
Does this mean I can't settle accounts?
etc!
Li Huaijin wants to steal my property!
Gu Yu felt bad and was about to say that he had worked hard all these years without any merit and that the shopkeeper should not treat me like this, but Ji Qingzhu did not give him this chance.
He spoke again: "What about the [Argument Conference] I asked the iron rooster to organize?"
"He agrees with this matter. According to the shopkeeper's wishes, the time is tonight, and the location is [Luoxia River]." Gu Yu immediately replied.
"Why do you choose that realm?" Ji Qingzhu frowned slightly.
"The shopkeeper doesn't know. Normally, a defense meeting must be held at least three to five days in advance. Moreover, the [topic] of the defense will be released in advance for the literary talents to prepare. If it is decided on the same day like this , but it was difficult to arrange, so it could only be placed by the Luoxia River."
"Is it because most literati are romantic?" Ji Qingzhu glanced at Gu Yu.
"Ahem!" Gu Yu coughed twice: "Shopkeeper Huoyan, I thought I had explained it very reasonably, but I didn't expect that the shopkeeper saw through it with one glance."
As for you men, do I still know?
Ji Qingzhu curled his lips: "The most fearful thing in the world is the value of people's words. I have begun to look forward to this debate meeting. How will Li Huaijin face the talents of Man Yinhua with one person's power?"
"Are you sure that Li Huaijin will participate? I think it's more likely that he will stay behind closed doors."
"That's because you don't understand Li Huaijin!" Ji Qingzhu was full of confidence.
"It seems that Li Huaijin is destined to be unable to escape from the clutches of the shopkeeper."
"Oh, this is natural."
"Oops, I seem to have forgotten to add Li Huaijin's name after the story of "Nie Xiaoqian"!" Gu Yu suddenly slapped his head.
"???" Ji Qingzhu.
The scene was very embarrassing.
Ji Qingzhu's face turned dark after all, and he silently placed a hand on his waist.
There's a knife there!
"Uh-huh!"
The sword light flashed past like a cold moon.
Gu Yu naturally ran away.
But it hurt a branch of red apricot that had just poked its head out of the wall.
As a result, petals flew from the branches, fluttered, and landed at the door of the teahouse.
…
In front of the teahouse.
It was already buzzing with people.
People were either discussing or reading with yellow straw paper in their hands.
They were all affected by the content of the story, such delicate writing, such affectionate female ghost, as well as the infatuated scholar, and the knight who defeated demons with his sword.
"Good story, really good story!"
“I’ve heard a lot of strange and strange stories, but I’ve never heard of such wonderful stories!”
"I just don't know who wrote this story?"
Everyone shook their heads.
Because there is no signature on it.
Chu Zhongbai and Wang Wen, who were also standing in front of the teahouse, naturally also got yellow straw paper.
The three of them are all well-known talents in Yinhua Mansion. When everyone asked, their eyes naturally turned to Chu Zhongbai and others, wanting to hear the three people's evaluation of this story.
"What a story!" The young man in black shirt was the first to express his opinion.
"Both the words of the article and the stories in it are all top-notch." Wang Wen also nodded: "Brother Chu, what do you think?"
"To be able to write such a wonderful story about a strange and strange story is really a unique story. Although this story has not received a lot of money, I think the talent in his chest is beyond our reach." Chu Zhongbai said with a slight smile. .
"Is it possible that it's the tour around Golden Scale City?" Wang Wen had some guesses.
"He? Haha, absolutely impossible." Chu Zhongbai smiled softly and shook his head: "Although Zhou You also compiled strange stories, he was only a scholar in the end. Those who can write such stories must be a scholar or even a Jinshi. !”
"Brother Chu, what you said makes sense!"
Everyone agreed very much.
How could such a story be written without the talent to promote scholars?
However, there are dozens of people in Yinhua Mansion who have the reputation of being a scholar, but I don’t know who wrote it?
Just when everyone was guessing, two government officials walked in at the door of the teahouse.
One is fat and one is thin.
There were sabers hanging on their waists and they were wearing gray uniforms.
Everyone knew these two, the fat one was named Song Ding and the thin one was named Zhang Jia.
Seeing the two people arriving at the door of the teahouse, the waiter hurriedly wanted to greet them and shouted: "Why do you two officials have time to come to our teahouse to listen to books today?"
The two cadres ignored the waiter.
He came straight to Chu Zhongbai and the other three people: "Song Ding, I have met Mr. Chu."
"Brother Song is looking for me?" Chu Zhongbai was a little surprised.
"Yes, Lord Fu wants to hold a [Argument Conference] by the Luoxia River. It is scheduled for tonight. Because time is tight, we have to send us to invite him in person."
"Master Yang is going to hold a debate conference tonight?"
The three of them were puzzled.
Generally speaking, defense conferences are notified in advance, and they are usually held by some wealthy nobles or wealthy businessmen who are interested in making friends with scholars.
I have never seen a debate conference organized by Mr. Yang personally.
Not to mention that it was done by Mr. Yang personally, even if someone was invited by the Wenhui Society sometimes, Mr. Yang would not necessarily appreciate it.
In the past three years, there have only been three or five cultural gatherings attended by Yang Fuzun.
"Since Mr. Yang is doing it himself, we will naturally go. Brother Song has worked hard. I wonder who else invited this invitation? I can do some legwork and pass it on for you!"
The young man in black shirt knows how to flatter. Although the three of them have made an appointment to go to Cuihong Mansion to play Ruyan in the evening, since Master Yang is hosting a debate conference, they naturally have to change their schedule.
"That's it, thank you very much!" Song Ding was also happy when he heard this.
Having these talented people in the Yinhua Mansion deliver the news on your behalf not only saves you fatigue, but also saves time.
So, he picked out some invitations that were familiar to the three of them and handed them over to them.
The sharp-eyed young man in black shirt saw Song Ding holding an envelope in his arms. It had gilded characters on it and was covered with a red seal. It was obviously different from other invitations.
In addition to being curious, I thought about the grand scene of paper falling all over the street just now, and for a while, I had a guess in my mind.
So, a question arises: "Brother Song, what great scholar will come to our Yinhua Mansion?"
"Not yet." Song Ding blinked.
"Haha, Brother Song, don't try to deceive me." The black-shirted young man smiled: "The invitation in your arms is obviously different from the others. Today, there is another interesting talk falling from the sky in front of the teahouse. We have already guessed it. ."
"Hahaha, your guess is correct. This invitation is indeed for the person who wrote the strange story." Song Ding laughed and added: "However, I have to deliver this invitation in person."
"Of course I should send it off in person. However, we are just guessing which great talent wrote this strange story. I wonder if Brother Song would be willing to tell him?" Upon hearing this, the young master in black shirt immediately asked again.
"Speaking of which, you are also familiar with him."
"Oh? He's an acquaintance? But I really can't think of anyone among us who has the talent and knowledge to write such a shocking story?"
"It's the Li Sui wine in Huaijin Thatched Cottage, Li Huaijin!"
"Li...Li Huaijin?!"
