The Pastoral Life of a Reborn Farmer

Shen Ling took the poems he wrote and hand-delivered them to Mr. Fu. With a calm expression, he cupped his hands and said, "My lord, please take a look at this copy."

Mr. Fu took the paper, raised his eyes and asked, "What's the matter? Didn't the servants bring it together?" Didn't they all bring over a dozen or so before?

Shen Ling smiled, "Perhaps you will be satisfied with this one, so I took it myself."

Mr. Fu stroked his beard, and suddenly said: "Okay!" He seemed to understand the meaning of Shen Ling's words, so he lowered his head to look at it, and when he saw the last sentence, his eyes lit up again, and he praised: "Good poetry! Lang Lang Catchy but full of charm, especially the last sentence, a good sentence! A good sentence! Enough to be passed down through the ages! Good poetry!"

Seeing Mr. Fu's excited appearance, Shen Ling felt a little relieved. At least this person really didn't have any other purpose. This person should be purely a poetic idiot, that's why he was attracted by the poems on the invitation. In order to get the second half of Que, he stayed here for so long and played tricks with him for so long.

Elder Fu raised his head, his old cloudy eyes seemed to be shining with a cunning light, Shen Ling unconsciously raised his vigilance, his expression became more respectful, "Who wrote this poem?" Elder Fu asked.

Shen Ling cupped his hands, "This person doesn't want to be famous because of it, so he asked me not to tell his name, and please don't blame me, my lord."

"What are you talking about! Can we adults still eat him?" Other people around Mr. Fu asked.

Mr. Fu raised his hand, stopped the people around him from continuing to speak, and looked at Shen Ling. Just when Shen Ling thought that Mr. Fu would continue to ask, he was ready to release the name of the third son Mu properly, and then looked at his age. Talk about marriage, so that the other party can't blame, but Fu Lao nodded. "If you don't want to say it, then don't say it!"

Shen Ling had already choked up his words, and was waiting for an answer, but he didn't want the enemy to retreat first, so Shen Ling almost blushed.

"What's wrong with Boss Shen?" Noticing that Shen Ling's expression was a little strange for a moment, Mu Futai said casually.

"It's okay, just nervous." Shen Ling smiled.

"Why are you nervous? I'm not a villain either." Elder Fu smiled when he heard the words, and he looked benevolent.

Shen Ling also laughed, "Although the adult wears ordinary clothes, he has his own dignity. Shen Ling is naturally a little nervous."

Mr. Fu nodded, "You don't have to be afraid, I'm only here for poetry, and since you said, you won't see the tombs of heroes in the Wuling Tombs, and there will be no flowers and no wine to hoe the fields. You should be a hermit, but why do you look like an ordinary man? What about the false names of power and identity?"

Shen Ling was stunned for a moment, what does it mean that he said it, but he didn't write this poem!Although he hinted that Mr. Fu's poem was the original version, he never said that he wrote it, right?When did he give Mr. Fu such an illusion? !

Mr. Fu obviously didn't finish his emotion, "As the saying goes, the small hermit hides in the wild, and the big hermit hides in the city. This is a real hermit!" As he said, he looked at Shen Ling with an unfathomable expression.

Shen Ling: ...

There is indeed something wrong!

"Come on, the wine has been tasted, the poems have been selected, we should go." Fu Lao looked at Mu Futai, Mu Futai nodded, and then stood up.

"Boss Shen doesn't need to send it away." Mr. Fu smiled and raised his hand to stop Shen Ling from sending him off, "You are busy with your work."

Shen Ling was still a little confused when he sent Mu Futai and his party away, but he couldn't explain this kind of thing, and the people behind him had already surrounded him, "Where's the poem? Where's the poem! Where's the poem that the lord chose last? !" Everyone looked like hungry wolves seeing the food, and stared at Shen Ling with bright eyes. Shen Ling's back felt cold after being stared at, and quickly asked his servants to bring the poems to everyone.

After passing it around for a while, each tasted it again, and none of them yelled that they were hungry for snacks, but each of them was really immersed in the poems, completely reaching the state of forgetting food that Mr. Fu said .

"Sure enough, it's a good poem. I'm afraid this poem will be famous forever. Alas, it's a pity that I don't have enough talent!" Some people beat their heads and stamped their feet, feeling that they had missed a good opportunity, or regretting why they couldn't write such poems.

"Boss, who wrote this poem?" Someone finally remembered and came over to ask, which immediately attracted the attention of a group of people.

Shen Ling felt that it was time to explain that the poem was not written by him, so he coughed and said, "He was also one of the guests present, but he didn't want to reveal his name, and I agreed to him, so I can only write it for you." He kept it secret, so please don’t blame him.”

look!It's the guest, not him!He is the master!

Everyone is a civilized person who has read the book. Since others don't want to tell, they don't want to ask, but they still get together to guess who it is, and some people guess about the third son of Mu. Shen Ling turned and left silently, ready to Ask the servants to bring up a wave of snacks to pad their stomachs. I guess when they pass the heat, they will just want to leave in twos and threes!

On the other side, Mu Futai sat on the side of Fu Lao's carriage, Fu Lao said: "You are an interesting little friend, as you said, you are a person who is indifferent to fame and wealth."

Mu Futai still had some doubts in his heart, "Old Fu thinks this poem was written by him?"

Old Fu smiled lightly and nodded. "Isn't it? You said that this person doesn't care for fame and wealth, and even tried every means to separate himself from your Mu family. You can't win him over. However, this person obviously has the talent for imperial examinations and the ability of a miracle doctor, but he insists on choosing business It is one of the ways that he does not want to become a scholar, and his heart can be seen. In addition, this poem is elegant and unrestrained, and it shows the style of a hermit everywhere, doesn't it coincide with this person?"

"Even if there are similarities, it may not be written by him, right?" Mu Futai said with a smile, "Maybe it is really from an ancient book?"

Mr. Fu shook his head slightly, "Maybe! But I have read a lot of books since I was a child, and my family has countless books, but I have never even heard of the poems from this population, or even unheard of them. Anyone who has heard such good lines , should be deeply impressed, or recorded, but not only this poem, but also the poem about Bifangjiu.

After Mr. Fu said this, Mu Futai was not sure, but he still focused on the fact that Shen Ling had seen these from ancient books. After all, Shen Ling's master was a hermit who knew everything about him. Maybe these poems were written by Shen Ling's master?Not surprising!

However, he didn't intend to be completely honest with Fu Lao. Shen Ling has superb medical skills, and he didn't want Fu Lao to know.Shen Ling is inherited from a hermit in the mountains. If it arouses the curiosity of Mr. Fu and forcibly takes him away as a doctor, it is actually not good for the Mu family. Shen Ling and the two sons of the Mu family have a good relationship, and they will definitely be willing to help the Mu family when necessary , but if he is taken away by Mr. Fu, I am afraid that this affection will become an enemy, and Mr. Fu may not benefit the Mu family.

Mu Futai nodded, "Old Fu is right, it's really strange."

Mr. Fu narrowed his eyes, and didn't say anything more. Although Shen Ling was witty, knew some medical skills, and even passed the Tongsheng exam. It can be seen that ordinary talents are not worth his attention at all. There are many talents in the capital, and there are many real genius doctors. There is no need to force a person who has no intention of official career.

Shen Ling's side finally ended the poetry meeting, sent the guests away, and everyone went to rest.

The next day, just before dawn, servants from the Mu Mansion came to Shen Ling's house to place an order, and the person saluted Shen Ling, "Mr. Shen, this order belongs to that distinguished guest from the Mu Mansion. Starting to leave, I want to buy a batch of Bifang wine and peach blossom wine to take away."

"Okay." Shen Ling nodded.

"The distinguished guest said that Bifang wine is not easy to keep, so I take less for the time being, and ask for more peach blossom wine."

"I understand, I'll let someone accompany you to pick up the goods."

After Shen Ling sent away the servants of the Mu Mansion, there was an endless stream of people coming from the house, most of them were servants of rich families, and some came to buy wine to sell in their own restaurants.

Shen Ling simply asked people to bring Shang Xian back and work with him. Shang Xian's calligraphy was good. Shen Ling leaned over to take a look, and became more and more sure that Shang Xian's background was not poor, otherwise he would not be able to practice such a brush To put it bluntly, there are not many families with good family background in Chuzhou who are also called Shangxian, right?Shen Ling put the thought in his heart.

"There are no more in stock." Shang Xian leaned over and said in a low voice.

Shen Ling paused.

"Originally we were quite courageous and brewed a lot of wine, but there were so many people buying wine that we were running out of wine." Shang Xian held the account book and said, "If a big family needs dozens of jars , as if you want to give it away, but if you really can’t get it out, what should we do? Who are we offending?” Shangxian made a gesture of ready to roll up his sleeves at any time, but he was right, he came to buy it today Those who drink are not ordinary people, no matter how bad they are, they are also merchants in Huaizhou, and it is an offense not to give wine to anyone.

Shen Ling rubbed the center of his brows with a headache, and said: "Bifang wine is easy to say, and the brewing period is short, but the peach blossom wine needs to be brewed for a month or two at the latest, and there are not so many peach blossoms available." The peach blossoms that can be purchased within a hundred miles have actually been purchased, and so have the lotus flowers.

"What about raising the price?" Shen Ling asked suddenly.

"I've done it, they're all big families, they care about face, not money, they don't mind, they just want Bifang Wine and Peach Blossom Wine." Shang Xian said.

Shen Ling sighed, "I still have a day to worry about too many buyers."

Shangxian expressed sympathy with his eyes, and said, "Why don't you go out and apologize, saying that you really don't have enough wine?"

"No, the peach blossom wine will not be sold for the time being, just put it away." Shen Ling said.

"Then what about the guest?" Shangxian was a little surprised.

"Let's just say that there is no more wine and can't sell it. It's not about how many things you have. How can you sell them indefinitely?" Shen Ling said frankly: "Since you want to offend, let's offend everyone once! This is not the case. Offended, who made them come late?"

Shangxian thought for a while, then nodded, "Sure, anyway, they came late, and it's not that we deliberately didn't sell them. Besides, there are so many people, and we didn't mean to target anyone, so it's not considered an offense."

"How much peach blossom wine is left?"

"A wine cellar."

Shen Ling: ...

Shangxian seemed to see what Shen Ling meant, and widened his eyes and said, "As a manager, shouldn't I plan ahead? It's really not enough to sell like this!"

Shen Ling frowned, "What about Bifang wine?"

"This is less, and there are still more than a dozen tanks. The main reason is that before you came back, the price of the restaurant was reduced too much. Speaking of which, someone asked me why the price increased so fast. A few days ago, Bifang wine was less than this. Half the price!"

"Then what do you say?" Shen Ling asked quickly.

"I said, the boss was not there when Bifang wine was brewed, and the servants set the price arbitrarily, thinking that it would be enough to sell it. How did they know? Didn't they see that Bifang wine would rather not be sold when the boss came back than to sell it at a low price? Besides, didn't you hear about it at the poetry meeting? The honored guest of Mufutai, that lord, his favorite is Bifang wine, this thing, ordinary people can't see its value, without that kind of vision, the real nobleman How good it is to know." Shang Xian said: "Don't worry, I've left people speechless."

Shen Ling: ...

"Okay!" Shen Ling nodded, as long as he can come back.

"By the way, I'm going to Cheng County to order a batch of peach vases, write that poem on the bottles, and make them into white-glazed blue-and-white wine bottles. You can watch the place in Huaizhou."

"Success, don't worry." Shangxian nodded.