The first rebel of the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 9
"Is there a blank sheet of paper?"

Everyone is down, you are a poetry seller, and you don't even have a blank sheet of paper ready?

It feels like a no-brainer business.

As everyone knows, white paper is precious now.

How can he buy so many things with ten pennies?

Cheng Chubi was about to hit him, and immediately took his hand back.

That's it?

"I said you sell poetry but don't buy paper? Is there any business you do?"

"If it weren't for the situation, I would sell my words here?"

As soon as he said that, everyone nodded and said yes.

Yeah, who would do business in a place like this if they were rich?

Cheng Chubi couldn't take it any longer.

"Isn't it just paper? I just happened to be prepared, come and give him fifty pieces of white paper!"

When the words came out, everyone was shocked.

Fifty blank sheets of paper, that's a lot of money.

Sure enough, he was a son of a nobleman who could afford to read Guozijian.

rich!

If he did this, if Cheng Yaojin knew, he would definitely be beaten.

Although he has wealth, he is not so defeated.

Completely a loser.

Cheng Chubi was very proud of everyone's performance.

There was a word written on his face, cool!

Soon, someone put the paper on Li Min's table.

He looked.

Although the paper is white, the texture is not very good.

If you make it yourself, you will definitely make it better.

But this kind of thing is too laborious, and I dare not do it without money.

Right now, let's talk about earning him ten taels of silver first.

"Sure enough, he's a child of a rich family! If you buy poetry in a while, I'll give you a little cheaper!"

he said.

"Of course, my father is Lu Guogong!"

As soon as this statement came out, it attracted the envy of everyone.

People respect Cheng Yaojin, and he can be regarded as a great hero.Unexpectedly, his son turned out to be him.

But sometimes it was a little sigh, the second generation of the official seemed to be a playboy.

As for Fang Yi'ai, they probably guessed who his father was.

But he is the son of the prince, what is that?
Li Min didn't even want to be a prince, so would he still envy them?

They also don't know where the superiority comes from.

"Hey, why don't you write soon? Did you delay the time on purpose?"

Fang Yi Ai was a little anxious.

The money was spent, but not a single word was seen.

"What's the hurry, I haven't polished the ink yet, just wait!"

This……

Nothing to prepare, but also out to make money.

People are puzzled.

Watching Li Min slowly rubbing ink.

Someone is upset.

"You are too slow, I'll grind it!"

Cheng Chubi took Li Min's inkstone and began to grind it.

The speed of this thing grinding ink is really fast.

That strength is also very good, just like his father Cheng Yaojin.

Take advantage of this gap.

Li Min had already started searching.

On the topic of summer!To appear Tianchi, flowers and other things.

Powerful search engines give him many poems about summer directly.

He saw Yang Wanli's song after all, West Lake in the middle of June...

But there is no place name Tianchi, this Tianchi is a lake around Chang'an, Li Shimin often went there to escape the summer.

And it is a lake, which just fits with the West Lake. If it is interchanged, the meaning is also there.

Therefore, Li Min wanted to change, so he asked with a smile: "Have you polished the ink? Don't make everyone wait too long!"

Cheng Chubi had the heart to kill.

I'm really helping you grind ink, you think it's as simple as drinking water, and you're urging me again?What is this?
Thank you very much.

"Cheng Chubi, hurry up! I can't wait!"

Even Fang Yi Ai followed suit.

Cheng Chubi thought, why is it always me who gets hurt?I knew I wasn't so proactive.

"It's coming soon! What a hurry!"

But the mouth still said.

Finally, he was done.

And Li Min picked up the pen even more unhurriedly, pretending to be contemplative.

Then, he wrote the first verse on a blank sheet of paper.

"Chang'an Tianchi in the middle of June"

When everyone saw this poem, the straightforward way of describing it seemed unremarkable.

More people came to see the fun.

As for the love of the housewife, it is a laugh

"Such a simple poem? I can do it too. You're going to be charged [-] for these seven words? It's a joke!"

The shopkeeper still understands.

"What's the hurry, if you don't look at the back, you jump to conclusions. This is not what the literati did!"

He is on Li Min's side, after all, he has brought good business to himself.

"No, it's not too late to look at the next three sentences."

Someone else said: "I think this boy's handwriting is good. If it is framed, it seems that it is not a loss."

As for Li Min's handwriting, it is obvious to all.

Although it is not as good as the master's work, it is also very distinctive.

"Look, he wrote the second sentence."

"The scenery is not the same as the four seasons."

As soon as the second sentence came out, everyone began to be slightly shocked.

The unadorned and unadorned verses depict the beautiful scenery that makes people nostalgic.

A few people even recited it over and over again. This poem looks ordinary, but it actually has a profound meaning.

Others even started urging to write the last two sentences.

At this time, Fang Yi'ai didn't dare to question it anymore.

"What about the last two sentences?"

He said.

"No hurry, and it seems!"

Li Min tried his best to grasp the rhythm.

After all, if you don’t want to write it out directly, it’s too much, and it will make people think it’s memorized.

So, he slowed down as much as he could.

No matter how slow it is, it will kill everyone in this era in seconds.

"Legacy, he seems to have two brushes!"

Cheng Chubi on the side also said.

Although he didn't have any ink in his stomach, he also knew some poems.

"Don't be noisy, let's take a look."

Li Min smiled, and then picked up the pen again.

Write the last two sentences.

"The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers in the sun are different."

As soon as these two sentences came out, the crowd applauded.

Miao Miao Miao

Good

Others said: Such a masterpiece is not only worth 280 texts!Ten taels of silver is possible.

This house is considered a treasure, such a poem is really a masterpiece!

A master, a master of the world.

The shopkeeper said, "Little brother, it's really disrespectful that you are so talented!

The ancients respected those who did literature from the bottom of their hearts.

Needless to say, this poem is beyond people's imagination.

That housewife will not say anything more.

In other words, the ancient scholar who sells characters has half of his creativity, and he will not starve some people to death, nor will he become a poor scholar!

"Don't look at it, this poem is mine!"

The crowd read the poem over and over again.

Fang Yi'ai suddenly stepped forward and rolled up the paper.

For fear of being carried off.

This behavior made everyone laugh.

Cheng Chubi came over and said to Fang Yi'ai, "Just as Confucius said, each person has to hand in a poem, why don't I buy it from him too?"

"It's up to you, anyway, I have poems to hand in tomorrow."

Fang Yi Ai said so.

Li Min collected the money, and this second pot of gold has begun to be harvested.

He is not greedy either.

"If you also want to buy poetry, I will only charge you two hundred and fifty!"

The love of the housewife is unhappy.

"Why does he want two hundred and eight? He's two hundred and five? It's not fair!"

(End of this chapter)