Time travel, sell Tang poems at the beginning

"Miss Chunhua, there is no need to explain. That poem was indeed not written by me. Its author was a man named Li Yu."

Chunhua immediately stood up and bowed her head, "Thank you Mr. Lin for telling the truth. Chunhua would like to know if Mr. Lin has any plans for the future?"

"Plans? No, I like my current life very much and don't plan to make any changes. If Miss Chunhua follows me, we can travel around and do what we want."

"Master Lin, Chunhua heard that you have an irreconcilable relationship with Mr. Du Ge, the chief minister of the current academic cabinet. Don't you want to find an official position in the imperial court?"

Lin Feng immediately shook his head, "I don't think so, what's the benefit of being an official? It's exhausting and tiring, not to mention the low monthly salary, and more importantly, you have to be controlled by the superior and have no freedom."

"Mr. Lin, are you willing to be a businessman for the rest of your life? You must know that among the four major strata of agriculture, industry and commerce in today's society, businessmen have the lowest social status. No matter how much money you have, those who have fame and official positions will not care about you. I won’t fuck you.”

Lin Feng nodded. What Chunhua said was indeed the current situation of the Dayan Dynasty, but how could Lin Feng, a person who came from modern society, care about other people's opinions.

"I don't care what other people think. As long as I live a good life, that's the most important thing. Miss Chunhua, what do you think?"

"This...maybe!"

"Young Master Lin, how about you go out and wait for a while, and then announce my final choice after Chunhua meets the other two young masters?"

"Okay, then I'll look forward to your choice outside."

In fact, when Chunhua brought up the topic of becoming an official, Lin Feng knew that he had no chance. As a dancer at the bottom of society, what Chunhua longed for most was of course social status. However, precisely for this reason, Lin Feng, who did not want to be an official, The wind couldn't give it to her.

Lin Feng didn't want to lie to the girl he liked, so he answered Chunhua's question truthfully based on his true feelings. Looking at the beautiful woman in front of him, Lin Feng even had the urge to become an official.

Could such a beautiful and charming woman give up just like that?

Lin Feng felt very conflicted at this time. Maybe Dayan's officialdom was not as dark and dangerous as he imagined. Maybe with the modern knowledge he had mastered, he would soon be appreciated by the emperor today. Maybe after he became an official, he would also be able to You can do what you love and even do it better.

But once he becomes an official, many things will be out of his control. Even if he is a highly respected minister, a word from the emperor can make him lose everything in an instant.

After leaving Chunhua's boudoir, Lin Feng thought of a lot, but unfortunately he still didn't have an optimal solution. Forget it and just let everything take its course!

"How much sorrow can you have? It's like a river of spring water flowing eastward. This poem is really wonderful. I don't know which hermit wrote it. Such a famous poem is more than enough to enter our Jiangzhou Confucian Temple!"

"What Brother Ye said is true. Such a famous article should be in the Tibetan Pavilion and be famous all over the world. It seems that Madman Lin has hidden a lot of private goods! He actually used such a famous article to pursue a dancing girl. What a waste of natural resources! "

"Do you think Miss Chunhua will choose Crazy Lin?"

"Nonsense, Madman Lin has Mr. Du Ge as his backer. Is it not easy to become an official? Besides, he also has Xianrenzui Brewery and Tianranju Restaurant. If he wants power, power and money, what woman would refuse such a wishful man? Jun?"

"What Brother Yang said is true. We people are just here to make up the numbers. Madman Lin has hugged the beauty back, so all we have to do is not get drunk or go back. Come on, come on, drink!"

As soon as Lin Feng returned to the lobby on the first floor, he heard everyone talking about him and the poem titled Spring Flowers.

"Boss Lin, can you tell us who is the author of the Spring Flowers article you submitted?"

Lin Feng looked up and saw that the person who asked the question was Zhao Kun again. This boy was deliberately trying to make things difficult for him!

Lin Feng raised his fingers to Zhao Kun with a smile on his face, "Come here and I'll tell you."

Zhao Kun raised his leg and was about to go over. Suddenly, he paused and retracted his extended right leg, "Just say it right there, I can hear you."

"Zhao Kun, you kid has been against me several times. Are your skin itchy? Do you want me to relax your muscles and bones?"

"Lin Feng, I just asked the author of the Spring Flowers article, why did he go against you?"

"Ask the author, right? Then I'll tell you now, I am the author."

"Hahaha……"

As soon as Lin Feng said this, everyone in the hall immediately burst into laughter.

Lin Feng secretly complained in his heart. If he had known that this scene would happen, he should have kept all the Tang poems as his own.

"Gentlemen, today is Chunhua's birthday, and we are all distinguished guests here under stress. If we have something to say, please don't offend the relationship." Seeing Lin Feng showing signs of getting angry, Wu Gang quickly stepped forward to persuade him.

Maybe it was Wu Gang's words that had an effect, or maybe Lin Fenglin's reputation as crazy was so great that the whole hall fell silent instantly.

Wu Gang quickly walked up to Lin Feng and said, "Master Lin, I want to buy a poem from you, and I hope that Master Lin will do it."

The money that was delivered to the door was not in vain. Lin Feng nodded immediately, "Of course, 1 taels of silver per poem. How many poems does Boss Wu want?"

"Thank you Mr. Lin, just one article will be enough."

Wu Gang immediately took out a banknote from his arms and handed it to Lin Feng.

"Boss Wu, what type of poetry do you want?"

Wu Gang thought for a while, "Does Mr. Lin have any poems with the theme of Spring Dawn?"

Lin Feng nodded to Wu Gang, "Yes!"

Wu Gang's face lit up, "Great, then I want this article."

"Boss Wu, listen carefully. Spring dawns, spring sleeps without realizing the dawn, you can hear the singing of birds everywhere, the sound of wind and rain at night, you know how many flowers have fallen."

After Lin Feng finished reading, Wu Gang was overjoyed and immediately raised his hands to Lin Feng, "Thank you Mr. Lin for your poems."

Lin Feng nodded, turned around and looked at the four injured friends behind him, "Brothers, let's go back!"

After Lin Feng finished speaking, he lifted his legs and walked out of the hall. Seeing this, his four friends quickly chased after him.

"Boss Lin, the banquet is not over yet. Where are we going?" Zhang Sheng asked.

"Tianranju, the five of us brothers will not return home unless we are drunk tonight."

"Boss Lin, has Miss Chunhua chosen you? Do we want to celebrate in advance?" Song Yuandao said.

Lin Feng looked at Song Yuan who looked excited, and said slowly: "Fat man, who do you think Miss Chunhua wants to marry the most?"

"Of course he is a young talent with outstanding literary talent."

"anything else?"

"And...and there is a powerful official, Boss Lin. What do you mean by suddenly asking these questions?"

"Brothers, I picked up the poem I handed in. Who am I to be considered a young talent with outstanding literary talents? Speaking of an official, I don't even have any merit, so what kind of an official am I?"

"Boss Lin, do you mean that Miss Chunhua just rejected you?" Li Heng said.

Lin Feng nodded, "Absolutely! If I'm not wrong, Chunhua should choose Song Jie in the end."

"Song Jie? Is that the magistrate of Fengning County?" Yang Zhidao.

"Yes, it's him. Forget it, brothers, let's go drink..."