In the yard, Lin Yong picked up the chopsticks, carefully picked up a vegetable and put it in his mouth, chewed it twice, making a clicking sound.
The next moment, his expression changed drastically, he put down his chopsticks, and rushed out the door...
On the other side, Li Yi followed Lin Wanru through Fanglin Garden and came to a room behind the shop.
Lin Wanru poured him a cup of tea and said, "Sit down first, I'll get the account books, there are a few things I still don't understand, your way of keeping accounts... is very special."
Li Yi nodded and sat down at the table in the room.
The layout of Fanglin Court is similar to that of Ruyifang. There is a shop in the front and a place for people to rest in the back. There are not many furnishings in this room. Tables, chairs, beds and cabinets are everywhere. The most eye-catching thing is the hanging around the walls. Many calligraphy and paintings.
It is said to be calligraphy and painting, but it is actually just calligraphy. Li Yi knew that Miss Lin is a person who loves calligraphy. The works hanging in her room are not top-notch, but they are all of a certain level.
There were books on the table and some neatly stacked manuscripts. When Li Yi scrolled to the top page, his expression was slightly taken aback.
The reason why he was stunned was not only because it was the first "Partridge Sky" he sold to that fat man yesterday, but also because the font was Wang Xizhi's running script, the ink on the paper was still wet, and it was obvious that he had just finished writing it.
Girls in this world, since elementary school, have been reading in Zanhua Xiaokai. Running script is rare. He picked up the piece of paper and looked at it suspiciously.
"The imitation is not good, just laugh at me."
Lin Wanru's voice came from the side, and said: "You should often see the handwriting of that number one talented scholar in Jingguo, otherwise it would be impossible to imitate it so similarly. Since Zhao Xiuwen spread this handwriting, Many people in Qi State began to imitate, and I have to say, among these people, you are the best imitation I have ever seen."
Li Yi froze for a moment, nodded and said, "It's quite common."
I was still wondering just now. When he copied the queer word yesterday, he used a different style of handwriting. I have known him for so long, but I didn't expect that Miss Lin is also his fan...
Life is full of surprises.
Li Yi pointed to the paper and asked, "This que..."
"It is said that it was uploaded from the Qingshui River last night. Zhao Xiuwen has not released any poems in recent days. It has been a long time since I saw such a good poem..."
Li Yi nodded and didn't ask any more questions. From this point of view, that man shouldn't feel that his money was wasted.
As if thinking of something, Lin Wanru asked again: "The poems written by your number one talented scholar have already been spread in Qi State. I wonder if he hasn't written any new poems since then?"
"I don't know much about poetry, and I haven't paid attention to it." Li Yi shook his head and said, "You just said you have any questions to ask me?"
Lin Wanru didn't continue this topic anymore, she opened the account book, pointed to a certain place on it and said, "I'm still a little unclear about these accounts, can you explain?"
"Of course." Li Yi nodded and looked away.
About a quarter of an hour later, Lin Wanru held a piece of paper that had just been calculated in her hand, looked at it carefully, and carefully put it away.
At the same time, in the small courtyard separated by a wall, Li Yi put on an apron, glanced at Miss Liu Er, and said, "It's too late to cook, there was some white rice left yesterday, let's just eat fried rice with eggs in the morning."
God gave her the face of an angel and the strength of a devil, so she always needs to get some kickbacks elsewhere.
In this life, I don't expect Second Miss Liu to be able to cook. Li Yi is already very pleased that she has such a heart.
In the afternoon, the man named Lin Yong rarely came over for dinner. He went out to hang out at night like yesterday, only occasionally.
Everyone sleeps in their own way.
I don’t know if practicing Turtle Breathing Kungfu has any healing effect, but at least I can fall asleep immediately when I’m bored, and I don’t have to suffer from insomnia anymore...
Li Yi turned off the lights, looked at the other side of the room separated by cloth, heard the sound of even breathing from the other side, and slowly closed his eyes.
The small courtyard soon fell into silence, and outside the courtyard, a few streets away, gradually became noisy.
No matter which city it is, the most prosperous and noisy place will always be Flower Street and Willow Lane. Qingshui River runs through Fengzhou City, and there are many attics on both sides of the river bank. Business, literati and officials, singers and dancers, and lovers, doing happy things...
Although Fengzhou City is remote, it is far away from the war, and the people live in peace. On both sides of the Qingshui River, there is still joy tonight.
In a small building somewhere, Fengzhou famous prostitute Hu Yingying is performing on the stage, performing her famous skill "rebounding pipa".
In the entire Fengzhou, she is the only one who can bring this kind of dance to the extreme. It is precisely because of this stunt that Hu Yingying stands out from the crowd and becomes the number one in this small building.
In the past, whenever the "rebounding pipa" was displayed, there must be no empty seats below, but today, although there are many people in the audience, it is far less than in the past.
In the whispered discussions of the people below, the words "Mr. Qian" would appear from time to time.
That Mr. Qian is interested in Hu Yingying. Few people here don't know about it. However, the girl Yingying, who is well-known in Fengzhou, naturally looks down on the guy who is covered in copper, has a wide body and a fat body. She received all the money, and never made an appointment alone.
Originally this kind of thing was quite normal, but yesterday that ignorant Mr. Qian got a good poem from nowhere and gave it to another girl in the building.
Not only that, he also took back the one thousand taels of silver that he gave to Hu Yingying.
In the past, this kind of reneging behavior would naturally lead to ridicule from everyone, but yesterday, they couldn't laugh at all.
Because that first word really exceeded their expectations.
The whole word is only about fifty characters, but it vividly expresses the first alliance, parting and reunion of a man and a woman.
Writing about sadness and joy is so sincere and deep, touching the heart, and the words are the voice of the heart. Only those who have the most affection can have the most affectionate essays. Those who can write such poems must also be the most empathetic and sincere man of.
Of course, everyone didn't believe that the person who loved him most was Mr. Qian Duoduo. He was probably annoyed by Hu Yingying. humiliate her...
Needless to say, his goal was achieved.
The sincere lyrics really touched many people, especially evoked certain emotions in the hearts of many singers and dancers, and spread on both sides of the Qingshui River overnight. The most discussed thing is money. The son's que - where did he buy it from
Hu Yingying was humiliated and her popularity plummeted. On the contrary, it was the woman named Shishi whose popularity rose a lot. She replaced Hu Yingying overnight and became the number one here. It was Hu Yingying who used her own skills tonight. Famous stunts did not restore the decline.
The sentence "I'm afraid that meeting is in a dream" has made many women weep their pillow covers with tears. Although I feel a little contemptuous of Mr. Qian's behavior of buying poems, I can't blame him for seeing such a good work, but there are some people After many inquiries, who exactly wrote the words, but Mr. Qian insisted that the words were written by him, and he didn't let go at all, which made many people return helplessly.
"I would have bought one hundred taels earlier..."
It was night, on the street by the river bank, a chubby young man was standing at the entrance of a certain alley, pacing anxiously while muttering to himself.
I thought that throwing out that poem would calm everyone down and let Hu Yingying see that she had real talents, and if she turned around and left in a cool manner, all the face she lost before would come back.
But who would have thought that this goal was achieved, and this morning, the threshold of the Qian family was about to be stepped through.
In the end, he couldn't bear it anymore, and ran out through the back door, barely escaping the catastrophe.
At this moment, he finally knew that after telling the first lie, he would use countless lies to cover it up.
Sure enough, that secretive brother did not lie to him. A poem of one thousand taels of silver was really worth a thousand taels of money. He decided to buy one of ten thousand taels of silver first, and later he would hit him with poems when he saw any stupid genius who was upset. Smash it to death!
A figure came out of the alley, Qian Duoduo immediately went up to meet him, and asked eagerly, "Brother, is that you?"
The man who came out of the alley was stunned for a moment, and then he said angrily: "How dare you scold my mother!"
Qian Duoduo was stunned, and a fist swung from the front.
[Note: There are also names of father and mother in ancient Chinese. These two names have existed in ancient times, and they are not foreign words. Ancient mothers did not necessarily refer to old bustards... I suddenly thought that I was writing overhead, why explain these, and make up the number of words? ?]