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Chapter 10 Poetry
"Li Jin, the Qinghe poems you wrote recently can be spread all over the south of the Yangtze River, making the county like a thunderbolt, and the future generations are frightening." Yang Zhixian patted Li Jin on the shoulder with a smile, and wanted to scold his mother in his heart. What are you doing, I am really unlucky.

With such a well-known Jiangnan talent here, what suspense is there about this poetry meeting?One Li Jin could tie up all the talents in Linjiang and beat them in various positions: horizontally, vertically, and upside down.

The Poetry Club is not a fight, and victory is not won by having more people. A person with outstanding talent is already standing out from the crowd and is about to win the championship.

"No, no, the county honored the award." Li Jin cupped his hands, superficially respectful, but in his eyes, there was not too much humility, but the self-confidence and pride that had been invincible for a long time.

Yang Xingchang, magistrate of Lin'an County, turned his head and winked at the little butler next to him.

"What's the matter with you, master?" the little butler shouted.

Yang Xingchang is so angry.

"Brother Yang, is your face cramp?" Cao Limin asked.

"Ahem, brother Cao, I feel suddenly unwell today. Otherwise, the poetry meeting will be held at another time, right?"

"Another day?" Cao Limin frowned. "How can this be possible? As the county's honor, we should say the same thing."

"This...for brother..."

"Hey, brother Yang, are you afraid that your talent in Lin'an will not be as good as mine in Qiantang? This is your home field in Lin'an."

"Wow, no way!" Yang Xingchang stubbornly puffed out his chest, and turned his head to look at the crowd of talented people in the restaurant.

"Don't worry, the magistrate, we have confidence." A scholar patted his chest.

"I've heard that Li Jin from Qiantang is full of knowledge and can speak in detail. I thought I could see him today." Several other scholars shook their fans.

"Please!" Li Jin gestured elegantly with one hand.

The lady proprietress of Manyuelou had noticed what happened here a long time ago, and a group of restaurant boys rushed up, setting tables and chairs, and serving fruit plates.

There is no need for the county magistrate to say that everything is well prepared.

Pens, inks, papers and inkstones are neatly placed on the table, one table for one poem.

Bai Daqian rewarded a few servants, and all the people in the restaurant withdrew, leaving only a bunch of literati in the hall holding brushes and meditating with closed eyes.

Su Huan stood on the top and looked down, but he didn't know what happened. Why are they all in order? Didn't they listen to the play?Why are these people still not leaving?

Is this for painting?Still want to write poetry?
"Brother Su, what are they going to do!" Bai Yuanyuan stood side by side with her arms around Su Huan's shoulders.

Downstairs was crowded with people, and there was a new round of excitement.

There was a knock on the door of the cubicle. Su Huan turned around and saw a black man standing at the door, grinning stupidly.

White teeth, dark face, and the whites of her eyes.

"Ghost!" Bai Yuanyuan staggered in fright, ran behind Su Huan to hug Su Huan, and poked her head out to look.

"Uh!" Su Huan was also frightened by Xiao Xiao. After seeing clearly, he realized that it was an actor.

This is exactly the makeup of the actor Bao Gong. After Su Huan looked carefully, he recognized that it was Zhou Man. This time Bao Gong was played by the troupe Zhou Man himself.

"Young master, I am Zhou Man."

"I..." Su Huan sighed, didn't I tell you not to come, keep a low profile.

"I, Xiao Zhou, Xiao Zhou Zhou from the Red Martial Arts Troupe." Zhou Man whispered softly.

The three people in the room had goosebumps all over their bodies, oh my god, how did Mr. Bao become like this.

"Stop, don't come in."

"Good boy!"

Bai Yuanyuan behind Su Huan poked her head out, the leader of Hongwu class?The biggest figure in the whole troupe came to see Su Huan and called him son.

"Brother Su, what is your identity?" Bai Yuanyuan blinked her big eyes full of greetings.

"Ahem, you two go out first, I have something to talk to him about."

"Changing the topic again~" Bai Yuanyuan pursed her lips and left the room with small steps in dissatisfaction.

"My lord, we must reveal his identity later." Xiaoyi clenched her fists and followed Bai Yuanyuan with an expression of determination.

"Hey, what's your relationship with Brother Su?" Bai Yuanyuan asked as she passed by the door.

"Hee hee!" The leader of the Red Martial Arts Troupe smiled apologetically and remained silent.

"come in!"

"Good." Zhou Man walked into the room and closed the door.

"Didn't I say I don't want to see you today?" Su Huan said.

"My lord, this is the remaining money." Without saying a word, Zhou Man handed over a hundred-liang silver note with both hands.

Su Huan took it. "this……"

"Young master deserves this." Zhou Man answered immediately.

"Well! The more money, the better." Su Huan nodded and stuffed the money into his pocket.

"Young Master is really a carefree person. Xiao Zhou likes dealing with people like Young Master the most. That Young Master, I don't know if there are others..." Zhou Man immediately raised his voice. "I'm willing to pay a high price."

Su Huan looked up at Zhou Man. "How many?"

"Five hundred?" Zhou Man immediately changed his words: "1000 taels, just 1000 taels, what do you think?"

Su Huan raised his hand. "sit down."

Only then did Zhou Man move a chair and sit down.

No one thought that a small opera was worth a thousand taels of silver.

Zhou Man thinks it's worth it. As long as the opera is as popular as the Guild Beauty Case, sooner or later it will spread to the capital. When the opera troupe is invited to perform in a big restaurant in the capital, that will be revolutionary income. Even if it is invited to perform for The more Zhou Man thought about the royal opera, the more excited he became.

Su Huan didn't speak, just held the teacup and blew gently on his mouth.

Zhou Man thought for a while, and took out a stack of bank notes from his arms.

Zhou Man counted the bank notes with blinking eyes, and handed them to Su Huan gently and carefully.

"No need!" Su Huan pushed back the silver ticket.

"Oh?" Zhou Man was delighted. Could it be that Su Huan felt that he had taken too much? That would be great. Hey, no, he didn't think it was too little, right?

"My lord, this..." Zhou Man said in embarrassment. "Young master, to tell you the truth, the Red Martial Arts troupe didn't earn much in the past, and they still have to support a large group of people and the young and old at home..."

"I think if the script is not popular, you will suffer a big loss, 1000 taels."

"No, no, son, I definitely don't think so."

"Take your share. I'll give you the script. I'll take three points of how much money you make from each scene, and the rest will be yours."

"Really?" Zhou Man was overjoyed, this really minimized the risk.

"Really!" Su Huan nodded.

"Thank you, Master." Zhou Man was so moved that he almost kowtowed.

Su Huan took out two papers from his arms. "Here's the soundtrack, and here's the script."

"Thank you, my lord!" Zhou Man took the paper with both hands excitedly, and couldn't put it down.

"Don't air that good thing all at once. Wait for a while, when the popularity of the guillotine case has dropped a bit, and then put on the show again."

"Well, I understand. Thank you for your teaching. I don't know your name? Where do you live now? I can send money."

Su Huan thought about it. "If I need to withdraw money, I will find you. Just step back."

"Okay!" Zhou Man took two steps back, hid the paper on his body with a happy face, and left.

"Brother Su?"

"Go, go home." Su Huan looked happy.

"The leader of the Hongwu Opera Troupe..."

"Brother Bai, just now the head of the class told me that there is a poetry meeting downstairs, and the theme used is a beautiful case, do you want to go and have a look together?"

"Ah, really?" Bai Yuanyuan was led astray again.

"Young Master, he is changing the subject again!" Xiao Yi reminded him, rolling his eyes.

"Li Jin, a talented scholar from the south of the Yangtze River, is also here."

"Li Jin!!!" Xiaoyi screamed suddenly, with a look of nympho.

Su Huan went downstairs with the two girls. If he wanted to write a poem to accompany the beauty case, Su Huan would think of one.

(End of this chapter)