Time travel, sell Tang poems at the beginning

Lin House.

The sun slowly rose from the horizon, and a new day began. At this time, the Lin Mansion was particularly quiet.

After a while, the door to Uncle Fu's residence opened. After washing, he went to the kitchen and started preparing today's breakfast.

"Uncle Fu, I'm hungry. Is breakfast ready?" Lin Sandao said.

"San'er, please wait a moment. The food will be ready soon. Why don't you, kid, sleep in bed a little longer? The young master doesn't get up that early anyway?"

"Uncle Fu, I'm sleepy too, but the young master told me last night to get up early today and go to the brewery for him to keep an eye on things."

"Brewery? What kind of brewery? Where did the brewery come from? Why didn't I know?"

"Uncle Fu, that's what happened. When we were eating out at noon yesterday, the young master sold two poems for a total of [-] taels of silver!"

"Selling poems? Twenty thousand taels for that? Who are you kidding?"

"Uncle Fu, this is absolutely true. I was nearby at the time. Otherwise, where would the young master get the money to build the winery? The winery is at the foot of the city wall of the East City and cost the young master more than 1 taels of silver!"

Uncle Fu's face lit up, "Really? You really didn't lie to me?"

"Uncle Fu, I can't lie to anyone, so don't worry!"

"Don't worry, you don't have a word of truth in your mouth, and I don't know who you learned it from."

"Who else can I follow? Of course it's the young master." Lin San muttered quietly.

"San'er, what are you still mumbling about? Go, go, stay outside, don't interfere with my cooking here."

"Oh!" Lin San scratched the back of his head and left the kitchen reluctantly.

"Thank you, Kitchen God, for your blessing! Thank you, Kitchen God, for your blessing! May my young master obtain fame as soon as possible!"

Butler Fu bowed to the stove with a sincere expression.

"Dong dong dong..."

At this moment, there was a rapid knock on the door of Lin Mansion.

"Who is this this early in the morning? San'er, hurry up and open the door. If they are beggars, give them the bowl of leftover rice I put on the ground."

"understood."

The gate of the Lin Mansion.

Lin San slowly opened the door, and the first thing he saw was a familiar figure.

"Mr. Du, why are you here?"

Lin San quickly invited Du Cheng into the Lin Mansion. When he saw the three people behind Du Cheng, he immediately knelt down and said, "Little Lin San pays homage to the Governor, the Academic Affairs Master, and Sima Master."

"Lin San, get up first. Where is your young master? I'll come to him to buy poetry." Du Cheng said.

"Go back to Master Du, my young master hasn't gotten up yet!"

"What? What time is it now, and your young master hasn't gotten up yet? When will he get up?"

"Mr. Du, my young master will have to sleep until [-] o'clock at the earliest, or even noon."

"Boy, your young master sleeps so late every day, so your master just doesn't care about him?"

"Back to Master Du, my master passed away ten years ago. Now the young master is the only master in the entire Lin family."

Du Cheng nodded, "I see, no wonder this kid is so lawless. Lin San, go and wake him up now."

"Master Du, I don't dare. My young master said that he should sleep until he wakes up naturally every day. If I dare to wake him up in the morning, he will break my legs."

"Teacher, this bastard is so outrageous. The student personally went to pull this kid out of bed."

Wang Zhong walked in as he spoke.

Du Cheng waved his hand, "Forget it, I'll go in person! Lin San, lead the way."

"Master Du, please come this way!"

The inner courtyard of the Lin Mansion.

"Dong dong dong..."

In the bedroom, Lin Feng was sleeping soundly. He vaguely seemed to hear a knock on the door, and then slowly opened his eyes.

"Lin San, have you lost your temper? How dare you knock on my door? Do you believe that I have destroyed you?"

Du Cheng shook his head and said loudly: "Boy Lin, it's me, Mr. Du, who bought poetry from you yesterday."

Mr. Du? Lin Feng's face suddenly became happy, and all his resentment at being woken up disappeared immediately, and he immediately sat up from the bed.

"Mr. Du, please go to the living room to have tea first. I'll be right back."

Lin's living room.

"Tea, please, four adults!"

Uncle Fu enthusiastically served a cup of hot tea to the four bosses.

At this moment, Lin Feng walked in with a smile on his face.

"Hahaha……"

"Brother Du is here, and his humble abode is filled with splendor! He also brought his friends to take care of my business, which is quite interesting! To express my gratitude, I have decided to give [-]% off today's poems."

Lin Feng bowed his hands politely, and then sat down opposite Lin Cheng.

Seeing that Lin Feng dared to ignore him, Wang Zhong slammed the table and stood up.

"Lin Feng, how dare you pretend not to know us? Why? Want to experience life in my prison cell?"

Lin San, who was standing aside, immediately explained: "Master Governor, please calm down. My young master has suffered from Soul Leaving Syndrome, so he did not recognize you, Master."

"Master, let me introduce to you. This is Mr. Wang, the governor of Jiangzhou, this is Mr. Lan, the scholar of Jiangzhou, and this is Mr. Sima Fan of Jiangzhou."

Lin Feng quickly stood up and cupped his hands, "Lin Feng was very negligent just now, please forgive me, three adults."

"Forget it, considering that you have Soul Leaving Syndrome, we will spare you for once." Lan Ping said.

"The three adults are magnanimous, I admire them." Lin Feng bowed his hands again.

"Boy Lin, what's going on with your soul-leaving syndrome?" Du Cheng asked.

"Mr. Du, didn't I have a fight with Xia Yan, the son of the Minister of Civil Affairs, a few days ago? He hit me in the head and I was in a coma at home for three days. When I woke up, I couldn't remember many things that had happened before. , otherwise I wouldn’t have neglected the three adults just now.”

"So that's it! Boy Lin, your situation is probably just a temporary loss of memory. Maybe you will be able to remember it after a while."

"Then let me borrow Du Lao Jiyan's words!"

Lin Feng smiled, thinking that he might never remember it for the rest of his life.

"Mr. Du, what type of poetry do you want to buy when you come here this time? Is it sad for the spring and autumn, or is it about farewell and nostalgia for the past, or is it about landscapes and countryside?"

Du Cheng's face lit up, "Boy Lin, do you have all kinds of poems and essays there?"

"Not entirely, but you are my old customer, so of course I have to take care of you."

Du Cheng nodded, "Hey! I'm already old, and I have long looked down on fame and wealth. The remaining time should be devoted to the mountains and rivers! Mr. Lin, first give me a poem about landscapes and pastoral poetry."

When talking about landscapes and pastoral poems, the first thing Lin Feng thinks of is Tao Yuanming's poem - Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and leisurely seeing the southern mountains.