Jia Yujing of Red Mansion

Chapter 10: Gift of Poems and Letter of Reward
Although he lost the bet, the middle-aged man did not show any displeasure. Instead, he admired Jia Qiong even more.

He returned to sit in front of the window, took a sip of tea, and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll count you as passing the test.

However, the rare book you want to see is not available in the store. You must go to the library in my house to see it.

My family has many rare ancient books, including many rare and unique books. You can choose any three to read. "

Jia Qiong raised his hands and asked, "Thank you sir, I wonder how many rare and unique copies of poetry there are in your library?"

The middle-aged man thought for a moment and said, "I haven't counted these in detail. There should be two to three hundred copies."

As soon as these words came out, it immediately caused a commotion among the onlookers, who all asked about the identity of this middle-aged man.

Today's books are expensive, and even the most common new books published today are several hundred words larger.

For example, the high-quality books from the previous dynasties sold here on the second floor of Wenhua Zhai cost several taels or even more than ten taels of silver each.

The value of those rare rare books can be imagined. Each copy costs at least dozens of taels of silver, not to mention the single copy.

This person actually has two to three hundred books at home, and that's just poetry. How many books are there in all categories combined?

This is really amazing. Perhaps only the largest bookseller in Dachu has the financial resources and ability to collect so much.

At this moment, Jia Qiong was complaining in her heart, secretly thinking that this person is too stingy. It is unreasonable for you to only show me three books when you have so many.

But he couldn't show it and had to continue acting.

Jia Qiong raised his hand and said, "Since there are two to three hundred books at home, sir, why do you only borrow three books? Can you lend them all to the juniors for viewing?"

"But this is not possible. The previous bet did not specify the amount. I don't think I broke my promise."

The middle-aged man said with a smile, as if he was impressed by Jia Qiong.

People had to bow their heads under the eaves. Jia Qiong put on a respectful look, raised his hands and saluted: "Jia Qiong, my dear, I haven't asked my elders for their names yet."

"Wang Hun."

Jia Qiong bowed deeply and said sincerely: "Mr. Wang, please accept my respects from this junior.

Just now I intervened in the chess game out of anger. This is against the rules of a gentleman. Please forgive me, sir. "

Wang Hun stroked his beard and smiled: "It doesn't matter, I won't argue with a young man like you."

Jia Qiong climbed along the pole and said immediately: "In that case, I want to read a few more books shamelessly, and I hope your husband can agree."

The old Taoist on the side also started to help and said: "Principal Wang, Xiao Tanyue is very eager to learn. Why don't you be a beautiful man?"

"That's not a bad idea. I see that you are quite accomplished at Go. Why don't you and I play a game together?

If you win, I will allow you to enter the library for three days and let you check it out at will. "

Wang Hun is obviously still a little bit worried about the game just now. He thinks that he has few opponents in Go, but today he was defeated by a kid with a yellow mouth.

He was not sure whether Jia Qiong was a blind cat who had encountered a dead mouse, and wanted to test his chess skills.

Jia Qiong secretly thought that you are here to ask for torture, how could I not agree?

"Even so, being respectful is worse than obeying orders."

The skills of Go have been developing. As time passes, the skills become more perfect and the ideas become more sophisticated. The gap of hundreds of years cannot be made up by personal wisdom.

To put it bluntly, Jia Qiong's chess ability is definitely the best in the world now, and he can easily defeat all national players.

The two immediately started playing chess. Because of the huge gap in their chess skills, Wang Hun became more and more frightened as he played.

From the beginning of the layout, he was completely at a disadvantage and was restrained in every aspect. He had to surrender before he could reach the final stage.

He had never seen anyone with such a high level of chess skills, especially at such a ten-year-old boy. He had to marvel at Jia Qiong's talent.

“My little friend’s skills are outstanding, and Wang is willing to be defeated.

The previous three days' talk is over. From today on, the library in my home is open to the children at any time. Children can come and go at will regardless of time. "

Wang Hun showed great kindness to Jia Qiong. He took a fancy to Jia Qiong's potential. This talented young man might one day soar into the sky.

And Jia Qiong also plans to reciprocate the favor, and he will use his trump card to push today's fateful meeting to a climax.

He solemnly raised his hands and said: "Thank you sir for your kindness. I don't have much to offer in return.

It just so happens that the plum blossoms are in full bloom at home recently. Now that I have an occasional poem, I would like to give it to my husband as a token of my gratitude. "

"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, Xiao Tanyue is really a wonderful person. I am sending you a poem as a gift today, and it will surely become a good story in the future."

The old Taoists were very supportive, and the onlookers were eagerly waiting for it. "This young man is so good at memorizing poetry, I don't know how to compose poetry."

"Little prodigy, tell me quickly, I'm all ears."

Wang Hun smiled and replied: "Okay, that's it, let me ask you to show off your poetry talents."

He didn't think Jia Qiong could write very good poems, after all, he was young, but as long as there were a few impressive things, he would be pleasantly surprised.

Jia Qiong thought for a while before speaking, chanting in a clear voice.

The head tree of the inkstone pool in my house is blooming with light ink marks.

Don't let people praise the color is good, just leave the air full of vitality.

As soon as this poem came out, the whole audience fell into silence, and after a few breaths bursts of cheers erupted.

"Nice poem!"

"This poem is exquisitely conceived, light yet interesting, it is truly a masterpiece!"

"Fresh and elegant, showing nobility of character."

"This poem should be my first poem about plum blossoms!"

……

Wang Hun never expected that Jia Qiong would recite such a masterpiece.

He was shocked at first, and then fell into a huge surprise and couldn't extricate himself.

Naturally, he could hear the beauty of this poem. This is a masterpiece that can be passed down through the ages.

The most important thing is that this was written by Jia Qiong to him, so wouldn't his name be passed down through the ages along with this poem.

The old Taoist priest's eyes shone brightly, he came to Jia Qiong's side and said, "Blessings are immeasurable, and this poem by Xiao Tan Yue will be remembered for eternity.

The old Taoist Xuan Zhenzi, I am honored to witness it today. Can Xiao Tan Yue add the word "old Tao" in the title of the poem? "

Jia Qiong almost couldn't hold back the words "f*ck". She thought to herself that such a seasoned and talented person had such a thick skin.

Wang Hun, who was still thinking about it, came back to his senses instantly, stood up and shouted: "Hey! This is a poem given to me by Jia Xiaoyou. How can I add your name to it? You are so old-fashioned!"

"If I hadn't come to you to discuss printing books, how could you come here? How could you come here with this poem?
This is the blessing of Dao Zun, and this poem must be destined for me. "

Not to be outdone, the old Taoist immediately retorted, his shamelessness was breathtaking.

"It's clever words, but it's far-fetched. You're a monastic who is greedy and greedy for false fame. You're simply shameless!"

When Wang Hun heard this, he almost exploded on the spot, and almost pointed at the old Taoist and cursed him.

However, considering that there were so many onlookers around him, he lowered his voice to avoid losing his identity.

Unexpectedly, the old Taoist waved his sleeves and said: "The old Taoist is a successor of the Zhengyi Sect and is not a monk in the first place.

You are the one who speaks evil words, you are not a scholar in vain! "

Jia Qiong saw that the two of them were eyeing each other like black-eyed chickens, so she almost rolled up her sleeves and had a fight, so she quickly stepped forward to smooth things over.

"Two seniors, please stop arguing. It would be disrespectful to spread the word. The junior has already thought of the name of the poem, and it is called "Mo Mei".

If this song spreads, today's story will definitely spread widely, so there is no need for the two of you to fight. "

The two of them gave up after hearing what he said. Fortunately, the onlookers were discussing excitedly at this time, and no one noticed this brief disharmonious scene, otherwise they would really be disgraced.

The old Taoist smiled and said: "Xiaotan Yue's words make sense, but we are too persistent."

After saying this, Fuchen regained his immortal appearance.

Wang Hun said happily: "Haha, ordinary people like me still can't let go of the false reputation.

My little friend gave me such a great gift, and Wang deserves it. If you need anything in the future, you can come to me at any time, and I will never shirk it. "

He is absolutely responsive to Jia Qiong's requests now.

Jia Qiong thought it would be better to take the opportunity to solve the financial problem, so she handed over her hand and said: "Speaking of which, I really have a merciless request. Senior runs such a large bookstore, so he must know where to find a good engraving workshop.

The junior also wants to open a small bookstore and sell some random graffiti works. Can the senior give me some advice? "

　A new work by a newcomer, please support me, book friends, thank you!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)