Time travel, sell Tang poems at the beginning

"Mr. Du, I happen to have a poem about landscapes and pastoral poetry here."

"Boy Lin, read it quickly."

Lin Feng smiled and stretched out his right hand towards Du Cheng, "Mr. Du, you haven't given me any money yet!"

Wang Zhongshi, who was sitting next to him, couldn't stand it any longer and immediately said, "Lin Feng, you are so rude. How can we lose your money?"

"Lord Governor, please calm down. As the saying goes, brothers have to settle accounts. We are doing business, right? Besides, having money makes me more motivated to read poems, right?"

"You kid, okay, okay, I'll give you the banknote."

Du Cheng took out a banknote from his pocket and placed it on the tea table. Lin Feng immediately reached out and put it away.

"Refreshing! Lin San, go to the room and make the good tea I just bought yesterday for the four adults."

"Yes, Master!"

"Good boy, I dare you that the tea we are drinking now is not the best in your Lin family?" Wang Zhong said.

"Don't be angry, Governor. Didn't I just say that I just bought this yesterday, and Uncle Fu doesn't know about it! In the heart of my uncle, the tea prepared for you is definitely the best in the Lin family. "

"Boy Lin, didn't you just say you were going to give us a [-]% discount? Brothers, please hurry up and find the money!" Du Cheng said with a smile.

Lin Feng looked at the 1 taels of silver notes he had just received and said, "Mr. Du, you must have bought more than one poem this time! How about I come together to find your money later?"

"Okay, okay, hurry up and read the poem! Wang Zhong, please take notes."

"Yes, teacher!"

Lin Feng stood up and read slowly: "The house is in a human environment, without the noise of carriages and horses. I ask you how you can do it. My heart is far away. I am picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, and I can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountain air is sunny. It's a beautiful evening, and the birds return to each other. There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it."

"Mr. Du, how did you write this poem?"

Du Cheng nodded with a smile on his face, "What a poem! Boy Lin, who is the author of this poem? You haven't mentioned the title of the poem yet!"

"The author's surname is Tao Yuanming, and the title is Drinking."

"What a poem! Congratulations to Mr. Ge for winning another famous poem," said Lan Ping.

"Elder Pavilion? Elder Du, it turns out that you are the first-rank Pavilion Elder of the current generation. I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Lin Feng bowed his hand politely.

"Boy Lin, I became an official last year and am no longer an elder."

Lin Feng smiled and said nothing, but his heart was filled with joy. Three hundred Tang poems were now on sale.

"Mr. Du, what other types of poetry do you want?"

Du Cheng thought for a while, "I usually like to climb mountains and look far away. I wonder if you have any poems of this type?"

"Of course there is."

Lin Feng nodded with a smile on his face and reached out to Du Cheng.

Du Cheng shook his head speechlessly, "Here you go, you kid is really obsessed with money."

"The title of this poem is Denggao, and the author happens to be Mr. Du's family, with a single name."

"The wind is rushing, the sky is high, the ape is mourning, the sand is clear and the white birds are flying back. The endless fallen trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in. Thousands of miles of sad autumn are often guests, and more than a hundred years of illness alone come to the stage. Hardship and bitterness hate the frosty temples, and the new stop Dirty wine glass."

"Mr. Du, this poem should suit your taste, right?"

Du Cheng nodded, "It suits my taste very well. This poem is simply tailor-made for me."

"In that case, Mr. Du, why don't you write another one?"

"Hahaha! Okay! Then I will write another poem. I will give you the banknote first. I have no other hobbies in my life, except drinking a little wine. Boy Lin, this time I will write a poem about drinking."

Lin Feng immediately accepted the banknote and continued to read: "Drinking alone under the moon, written by Li Bai. A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. Raising glasses to the bright moon, facing the shadows, they became three people. The moon does not know how to drink, and the shadows follow Follow me. Accompany the shadow of the moon for a while, and have fun until spring. I sing to the moon and linger, and my dancing shadows are scattered. When we are awake, we have fun, but when we are drunk, we are separated. We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in the clouds and Han."

"Okay, okay! What a toast to the bright moon, and the three of us are facing each other. It seems that I have gained a lot today!" Du Cheng nodded with satisfaction.

"Mr. Du, do you want to write another one?"

Du Cheng waved his hand quickly, "No, no, I have no money anymore."

Lin Feng looked at Wang Zhong who was sitting beside him, "Master Governor, do you want to write an article?"

Wang Zhong shook his head, "I don't have any money, and all my money is in your hands. I am a dignified governor of a state, a fourth-rank official in the imperial court, and my monthly salary is only 800 taels. In just a short time, you can do as much as my own official." Years of hard work is really unreasonable.”

"Master Governor, you can't say that! No matter how much money I have, I probably won't be able to buy an official position, let alone become the governor of a state."

Lin Feng looked at Jiangzhou Academic Affairs Lan Ping, "Master Academic Affairs, would you like to write an article?"

Lan Ping nodded, "Okay! Then let's write one."

"Then what type of poem do you want, Master Xuezheng?"

Lan Ping thought for a while and then slowly said: "It's spring now, so give me a poem describing spring!"

After Lan Ping finished speaking, he happily handed a stack of banknotes to Lin Feng. Lin Feng counted exactly 9000 taels.

Lin Feng accepted the banknote and spoke slowly: "Spring night is full of rain, written by Du Fu. Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. It sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. The wild paths are dark with clouds, and the fire on the river boats is only bright. .Looking at the red and wet places at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city."

"Master Xuezheng, are you satisfied with this poem?"

"Satisfied, very satisfied. I didn't expect that there is such a hermit master as Du Fu in Jiangzhou."

"Master Xuezheng, would you like to write another article?"

Lan Ping smiled and said, "I thought so, but unfortunately I only brought 9000 taels of silver notes."

Lin Feng was very sorry and had to look at Fan Yong, Sima Jiangzhou.

"Lord Sima, do you also want to write a poem?"

Fan Yong waved his hand, "No, I am a military general and I am not interested in poetry. I only want to lead troops in battle and fight on the battlefield."

"Lord Sima, I don't know. This poem does not distinguish between civil servants and military generals. I happen to have a poem here that is related to war. Do you want it?"

"It's no use, I only have 3000 taels of banknotes with me."

"3000 taels! In addition to the 3000 taels I owe Mr. Du, we are now short of 3000 taels. Can Lord Xuezheng and the Governor of the University lend 3000 taels to Lord Sima first?"

"I have no money." Lan Ping said.

"I don't have any money either." Wang Zhong said.

Now Lin Feng would be in trouble. If he sold the poem for 6000 taels, Du Cheng and Lan Ping would definitely ask him to return the money. If he didn't sell it, the 6000 taels would slip away.

At this moment, Lin Feng suddenly had an idea. He thought of the Immortal Zui that was about to leave the factory, and he suddenly had an idea.