At Liuji Liquor Shop, Lao Li Tou was called in front of Gu Beichuan and Uncle Fu.
He is a native of Huainan. He has been here for generations and grew up drinking water from the Huaihe River.
Therefore, it can be said that he knows everything about Huainan.
"Old Li, do you know about the Huaicai Restaurant in the center of the city?" Gu Beichuan asked.
"Huaicai Restaurant? The owner is talking about the one opened by Zhao Huaicai?"
"Zhao Huaicai? Is this the name of the owner of Huaicai Restaurant? How much more do you know? Tell me in detail."
"This Zhao Huaicai is the legitimate son of Mr. Zhao."
"He also has an older brother named Zhao Tenglong."
"Although Zhao Huaicai is not the eldest son, he is quick in writing and is known as one of the four great talents in Huainan."
"At a young age, he has already passed the imperial examination."
"People from all over the country say that next spring, he is expected to pass the Jinshi examination."
"So Mr. Zhao loves him very much, even more than his eldest son Zhao Tenglong."
"Later, Mr. Zhao passed away and left two restaurants. The larger one was left to Zhao Huaicai, which is the Huaicai Restaurant you see in the owner's house."
"The smaller one was given to Zhao Tenglong, the Tenglong Restaurant opposite Huaicai Restaurant."
"Although Zhao Tenglong is not good at reading, he is especially good at doing business."
"In just a few years, the Tenglong Restaurant, which was originally half-dead, was running in a flourishing and prosperous way."
"On the contrary, it was Zhao Huaicai who focused exclusively on studying and failed in management. He completely destroyed the Huaicai Restaurant left by Mr. Zhao."
"It's just that the second young master of the Zhao family doesn't care."
"When he wins the imperial examination, what will he do with this restaurant?"
After Lao Litou finished speaking, Gu Beichuan closed his eyes and began to think deeply.
"It's okay, let's go do something." Upon seeing this, Uncle Fu said to Old Li.
"Master, it seems you are right."
"Zhao Huaicai is already an official at a young age. Logically speaking, he can directly become an official."
"I just gave up on studying hard for the coming spring."
"A person like this really doesn't need to care about a restaurant."
"But after all, we have made a contract with them. If we don't change it, we may suffer heavy losses. What should we do?"
Uncle Fu's brows were filled with sorrow.
He has watched the young master grow up, and his young master has always been naughty. He knows better than anyone what kind of thing he is.
This time I finally made up my mind to do something, and I was almost successful, but something like this happened at the critical moment.
Seriously, it makes people sigh.
Miss, your soul in heaven must protect the young master!
Uncle Fu was so worried, but Gu Beichuan looked calm.
"So, Zhao Huaicai is really a scholar, so he chose the right name."
"Master, scholars are the most arrogant and look down on us merchants."
"I'm afraid it will be difficult to write the deed."
"Don't be anxious, why are you anxious?"
"There are ways to deal with businessmen, and there are ways to deal with scholars."
"Didn't I tell you that, young master, I am best at dealing with scholars."
"Everything is as usual, let's wait and see again at the Huainan Poetry Fair."
. . . . . .
In early autumn, the loud chirping of cicadas outside the window has disappeared.
On the contrary, the leaves are withered and yellow, falling with the wind, which is quite desolate, and it is most likely to sadden the spring and autumn.
A green bird fluttered its wings and landed in front of Xiang Zhirou's window, chirping happily.
The girl was surprised at first, and then overjoyed.
"Xiaoqing, you are finally back and you miss me so much."
When the bird heard this, it flapped its wings a little faster, seeming to be a little excited.
But who would have thought, the next sentence is:
"Come here quickly and show me the calligraphy master's reply!"
Xiang Zhirou's eyes seemed to be shining. She was really bored in this boudoir courtyard, so she turned to this to relieve her boredom.
But when Xiao Qing heard this, his flapping wings suddenly stopped and he let out two sharp cries.
Did you miss me? I'm embarrassed to expose you!
It's a pity that the bird can't defeat its master after all. The bamboo tube on the bird's feet was quickly opened and the rice paper was taken out.
I saw an extra poem on the rice paper:
"The wind is strong and the sky is high, the apes are screaming in mourning, and the white birds stationed on the green sand are flying back."
“The endless falling trees rustle under the trees, and the endless Huaihe River rolls in.”
"Wandering With Melancholy, a century on stage alone and sick."
"Difficulty and bitterness hate the frost on the temples, and the wine glass becomes turbid when the new wine stops."
The font is still so wild and uninhibited, the strokes are like drawing a sword, and the strokes are like the edge of a sword, which is amazing.
But compared to the words, what is more surprising is the poetry.
"The wind is strong and the sky is high, the apes are screaming in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sand in Zhugong." Xiang Zhirou couldn't help but read out.
A scene suddenly appeared in my mind. On both sides of the Huaihe River, the wind was howling, the apes were crying, and the white birds were flying.
What a beautiful poem about scenery!
In just fourteen words, the desolate scene of early autumn comes to life on the page!
“The endless falling trees rustle under the trees, and the endless Huaihe River rolls in.”
Needless to say, this sentence is still describing a scene, but the feeling of desolation is even higher, coming straight to the face!
"Wandering With Melancholy, a century on stage alone and sick!"
Seeing this, Xiang Zhirou stood up, her beautiful eyes full of disbelief.
Lonely travelers trekked thousands of miles in the bleak autumn wind, while old and sickly old people climbed to a high point and looked at the surging Huaihe River.
"Hard and bitter, I hate the frost on my temples, and my wine glass becomes muddy when I am depressed!"
Bang bang bang!
Bang bang bang!
Xiang Zhirou covered her chest fiercely, feeling her heart beating excitedly in her chest. She was so shocked by the artistic conception in the poem that she couldn't be more shocked!
In my mind, I could see the old man’s temples from a high altitude and see that they had already been worn white by suffering. When he was in poverty, he once again stopped drinking a glass full of turbid wine.
Everyone in the world says that Du Kang is the only one who can relieve worries.
Wine is a good thing. Drinking it can forget most of the sorrows in the world.
But this master did the opposite. The meaning of this last poem was clearly the sorrow in his heart, which was so strong that even fine wine could not eliminate it! The artistic conception and emotion of the entire poem were instantly elevated to a new level!
What a poem!
Definitely one of the best poems in the world!
"This poem is definitely the first among the seven-character poems I have read!"
"What I expected was indeed true. This master of calligraphy is also a master of poetry!"
"It is my great fortune to meet such a literary and musical star, Xiang Zhirou!"
"I just don't know what this person has gone through to be able to write such a depressing poem."
Xiang Zhirou closed her eyes again and began to think.
In her imagination, this gentleman was full of talent, but frustrated in officialdom.
In desperation, he resigned and begged for his body.
Unexpectedly, on the way back to his hometown, he fell ill and became old and weak.
When I finally returned to Huainan, I saw the endlessly flowing Huaihe River.
Only then did he climb high and look far into the distance, lean on the railing and compose a poem to express his depressed feelings!
Yes!
Only those who have experienced the ups and downs of officialdom, the vicissitudes of life, and have outstanding literary talents can write such poems that are shocking and weeping for ghosts and gods!
"It is my great fortune to have this poem from this person!"
"It's a pity that everyone is old and frail. I'm afraid... we are not far away from immortality."
After a moment of sadness, the girl's eyes gradually became firm!
"I have decided that I will meet this person even if I leave home!"
"Otherwise, I'm afraid I will regret it for the rest of my life!"
After making the decision, the girl took out another pen and paper and began to reply.
