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Chapter 155

Recite poems and make right?

Ah, Jiang Ming can already imagine the next scene.

All the literati and scholars have recited poems and made an argument, vying to show the little literati ink in their chests.

Of course, there are also some dignitaries who fish in troubled waters.

Although these dignitaries themselves don't have much literati ink, they don't even know how to write doggerel, but they are rich, and they only need to spend a small amount of money in advance to buy poems written by others.

As the Madam's words stopped, several more servants were seen walking out from behind, and pens, ink, paper and inkstones were placed on the table in the living room.

This is for people to write poems on it.

Whoever writes well will naturally be the guest of honor for Ms. Li Shishi tonight.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Ming couldn't help secretly applauding Hongxiu Pavilion's methods.

At the beginning Jiang Ming was still worried, if this is a poor boy who suddenly has amazing literary talents and writes peerless poems at once, then according to the request of the old bustard, wouldn’t this poor boy become the oiran’s first choice tonight? Bin.

If this happens, wouldn't it make the people a laughing stock.

But when Jiang Ming saw that there were only words with pen and ink on the table, he understood that in fact, if he wanted to write poems for the oiran, he needed a threshold.

Although the Hongxiu Pavilion did not explicitly state this threshold, anyone with a discerning eye could see it.

Because only the pen, ink, paper and inkstone are on the table.

In the Hongxiu Pavilion, those who are eligible to sit on the table need at least 20 taels of silver as a service fee.

This is also one of the reasons why Zhao Changfeng took the initiative to approach Jiang Ming's table from the very beginning.

In this way, Zhao Changfeng can save 20 taels of silver, and he can also enjoy Jiang Ming's wine. Why not do it? It is simply a pleasure.

Of course, this does not rule out Zhao Changfeng's good luck. After all, he met Jiang Ming, who had just arrived, when he came up. If he met other high-ranking officials, he might just drive Zhao Changfeng out.

In this way, it is equivalent to Hongxiuge Pavilion unintentionally setting a threshold, and those who cannot afford these 20 taels of silver think that they are not rich.

There is no chance of becoming the guest of the oiran.

Talking about reciting poems and doing right, arty, but in fact, the purpose of Hongxiu Pavilion in the end is to collect money and make money.

After all, it's a brothel, so if you say he doesn't make money, what does he do for opening it?

Is it specially for some people's private use? "

Pei bah bah, where did he go?

In fact, many oirans did not want to come to a place like a brothel when they first started. Many of their predecessors were rich and poor families. They were illiterate since they were young, and they have a lot of differences with those vulgar fans. Uh gap.

It's not that they don't accompany guests, they just know how to choose, not that you have money.

This can be regarded as a kind of compromise for them to reality.

But looking at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in front of him, Jiang Ming was a little stunned.

Because he suddenly realized a problem, that is... his calligraphy is really bad!
The calligraphy written by Jiang Ming can only be evaluated in this way: it can be seen what is written,

That's all, it doesn't have the slightest ornamental value at all.

In fact, Jiang Ming already had his own plan in mind about what to write and what kind of poem to recite.

Joke, Tang poetry, Song lyrics and Yuan music. Who can't do it anymore if you are a copywriter?

As an elite talent who came out of a nine-year compulsory education, how could this kind of thing stump Jiang Ming.

But regarding his own calligraphy, Jiang Ming was immediately stumped.

Holding the brush in his hand, he refused to let it go.

At this time, Zhao Changfeng seemed to have discovered Jiang Ming's difficulty.

There was an understandable expression on his face.

Turns out he is quite illiterate!
Zhao Changfeng has really seen this kind of situation in Hongxiu Pavilion.

It's not just Hongxiu Pavilion, even in other places outside, Zhao Changfeng often sees such scenes.

Many wealthy dignitaries are indeed rich, which has to be admitted, but many of them are indeed illiterate.

Forget it, let's help Jiang Riyue's elder brother, at least not let him lose his face in this kind of tooling field.

I just drank a lot of wine, so I can't drink it in vain.

So Zhao Changfeng said cheerfully: "Why, brother Jiang encountered some kind of problem?"

Jiang Ming smiled awkwardly, "It's okay, it's okay." '

It's okay to recite poems, but once you get started, you will have no experience.

But of course it’s not easy to tell Yukou directly if he doesn’t know how to write.

After all, Jiang Ming still has a sense of shame.

"Coincidentally, my little brother happens to have a bad doggerel here, so I'd like to ask Old Brother Jiang to have a look at it."

I saw Zhao Changfeng taking out a piece of rice paper from his sleeve pocket.

Unfold in front of Jiang Ming.

On it, Jiang Ming saw clear characters.

Jiang Ming murmured:
"A little bird, fly up to the sky."

"Two pigs squatting on the ground, walking on the ground."

"No matter whether it is a pig or a bird, it is not as good as the living gods in the sky."

When Jiang Ming finished reading this poem, which could barely be called a sentence, his heart was full of troubles.

Come on bro, is this really poetry?

Why does it sound like you are reading a sentence?
You know, this feeling is really awkward.

It's really embarrassing, mother opened the door for embarrassment, embarrassment is at home.

It is impossible for Jiang Ming to say this kind of words in front of Zhao Changfeng. Isn't this a slap in the face of others.

"Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang? How about it? Are you satisfied with this little poem written by Brother Yu?"

"Satisfied, satisfied, it's really great, it's really a good literary talent to find my brother! Come, let me have a drink with you!"

Jiang Ming spoke against his will, and had a drink with Zhao Changfeng.

He looked at the rice paper in his hand, and although he said that Zhao Changfeng's ability to compose poetry was a bit weak, he had to admit that his writing in this font was really good.

It can be said that the handwriting is very beautiful.

If Jiang Ming's handwriting is at the level of crawling on the ground, then Zhao Changfeng's handwriting is at the level of flying in the sky.

"Since I see Brother Jiang so fond of this clumsy work of my brother, I can't drink my drink for nothing. How about this, I will give this clumsy work to my brother."

Zhao Changfeng added in his heart, drink you a few sips of wine, and give you this masterpiece of mine. Although I have suffered a bit, I, Zhao Changfeng, am not the kind of stingy person.

Hearing these words, Jiang Ming grinned in embarrassment.

Send it to me?
Do you want my sentence to impress the oiran behind the curtain?
Brother, I'm afraid you may have misunderstood the poems.

"Then, let's find my brother more."

Jiang Ming could only accept it now.

(End of this chapter)