Happy Little Scholar

"Who are you?"

Hearing the voice in the dark alley, the fat young man stepped back, looked at the figure in the dark, his eyes still alert, and asked slowly.

"It doesn't matter who I am." In the dark alley, the voice was erratic and vague, "What matters is that I can help you."

The young man asked suspiciously: "What can you help me with?"

The voice said leisurely: "Let you no longer worry about not being able to write good poems, no longer worry about not being able to pick up girls, and no longer be laughed at by those so-called talents..."

"Can't pick up girls?" the man asked doubtfully.

"No woman cares about you!" The voice raised a higher pitch.

The young man was stunned for a moment before realizing something and blurted out: "You want to teach me how to write poetry?"

This time, the voice paused for a long time, "Do you think you are the one?"

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"Then what do you mean?" the young man asked doubtfully.

"It's very simple. You pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other. You pay the money and I give the poem. After you pay the money, the poem becomes yours. You can sign your name and use it as you like..."

The young man hesitated for a moment and said, "How do I know if you just wrote a few random sentences to lie to me?"

"Where do so many problems come from!" The voice in the darkness became impatient, "Would you like to buy it? If not, I'm leaving!"

"Wait a moment!"

Certain images appeared in his mind. The young man clenched his fists. After his expression changed, he gritted his teeth and said, "How do you sell your poems?"

"Ranging from 100 taels to 10,000 taels, a variety of price points, a variety of options, customization is acceptable, the love between men and women, the thoughts of brothers, the habit of cutting sleeves, the feelings of family and country, buy five and get one free, buy ten and get three... …The price is fair and the price is fair!”

The young man asked suspiciously: "Can your poems surpass that of Yang?"

"If you just want to top the song just now, I suggest you buy one hundred taels of silver. If you want to make a big splash and impress that girl Yingying, one thousand taels is enough. If you are willing to pay 10,000 taels, Zhao What's the point of revising essays? From now on you will be the new poet saint of Qi!"

The voice was extremely erratic and full of charm, coming from the darkness: "How about it, do you want to think about it?"

"I want one thousand taels."

After a moment of silence, there was a response quickly from outside.

"Hold on."

Something seemed to move in the darkness, and the young man seemed to hear a strange noise, and then it fell silent.

It wasn't until a quarter of an hour later that there was another sound in the darkness, and then the young man saw a folded piece of paper being handed out from the darkness.

He walked over carefully, stretched out his hand, and the piece of paper shrank inwards.

He was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, groped in his arms for a while, handed over a stack of paper, and said: "There are a total of one thousand taels of silver notes here. You can get them at any Qian's bank in Qi State." Exchange it for silver."

"Aren't you afraid that I will lie to you?" After taking the banknote, the voice came again in the darkness.

The fat young man shook his head and said: "It's only a thousand taels, so you can save a day's pocket money."

There was no more sound in the darkness. He held the piece of paper and waited there for a while. When he mustered up the courage to walk into the alley, he found that there was no one in it.

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"What did you do just now?"

Li Yi returned upstairs. After sitting down, Miss Liu Er glanced at him and asked.

"I went down to get some fresh air and buy some things."

Li Yi put a pack of desserts on the table. He bought them from the store where he borrowed pen and paper just now. They tasted pretty good.

I have to say that the guy just now was quite courageous. He gave a thousand taels of silver as he asked. Li Yi himself never did this when he was the most prodigal. He always gave 100,000 and 200,000 taels to Miss Liu Er. .

I just talked nonsense with that guy for a long time, and I'm a little thirsty. The alcohol content here is not high, so it can be used as a drink, which is perfect for quenching my thirst.

Li Yi picked up the wine pot--not even a drop of wine was poured out.

He looked at Miss Liu Er and gradually narrowed his eyes.

"It's getting late, it's time to go back and rest." Miss Liu Er stood up decisively, turned around and walked downstairs.

Li Yi walked down with a sullen face. When he walked out of the door, he passed by a slightly fat young man.

"Stop, don't think about letting this matter go by just like this..." After a slight pause, he stepped towards Miss Liu Er and chased after her.

The young man looked back with a strange look, shook his head, turned around, and walked into the attic again after half an hour.

In the hall, several young people dressed as scribes gathered together, talking quietly while watching the program above.

"That man named Qian really thinks that money can buy anything. We don't even bother to associate with such a vulgar person."

"The person named Qian is just a joke. If I don't mention him, do you think that Yang Yanqing can ask Miss Yingying to recommend herself as a pillow today?"

"Impossible. Although Yang Yanqing has some poetic talent, he is far inferior to his brother. I think Miss Yingying also cares about that person's face. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't see him today."

"I've long heard that Miss Yingying is interested in that guy, but given her status, she's still too far behind. She can't say she's settling for the next best thing..."

"It's also possible. After all, that person is appreciated by the third prince, and Miss Yingying can't reach him..."

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A few people were chatting about something, but were suddenly interrupted by a voice.

"Mr. Qian Duoduo, give a poem to Miss Shishi!"

In the past, when there were girls performing on the stage, if there were silver or poems given, someone would read them out loud and let everyone know. After all, many people just wanted to save face. If they did it quietly without making any splashes, they would probably not do the same thing again in the future.

Therefore, in such places, there would be someone in charge of this matter.

People who often come here are already accustomed to this, but this time, when they heard this sentence, many people were stunned.

Including the girl on the stage who was playing the piano named Shishi, a look of surprise appeared on her pretty face, and the sound of the piano was a little disordered.

They were naturally familiar with who Qian Duoduo was.

Mr. Qian, a famous young man in Fengzhou City, had money houses all over Qi State, and his business was flourishing everywhere. In the whole Fengzhou City, there were few families richer than the Qian family.

The son of a businessman is looked down upon by others and should be low-key. However, this Mr. Qian does not know what low-key means. He usually boasts of being a talented man and often hangs around in such places. He has spent a lot of money several times, but he has never even seen a girl, becoming a laughing stock in the eyes of everyone.

Everyone knows that this Mr. Qian is a complete idiot. At this time, he is also learning to write poems from others...

"Haha, Mr. Qian, a poem for you..."

"Read it, quickly, read it out quickly, let us see what kind of masterpiece Mr. Qian has come up with!"

"No, no, read it later, let me laugh for a while..."

Instantly, someone couldn't help laughing, and the atmosphere in the venue became a little lively.

In their opinion, Mr. Qian's ability to write poems is no different from a rooster laying eggs and an iron tree blooming. It is simply a fairy tale. At this moment, everyone just regards this as a joke.

Hearing the various noises around him, Gan Duoduo's face changed. He pretended to be calm. Although he looked calm, his fists were clenched tightly in his sleeves.

He had read the poem just now. Although he couldn't understand it, it was quite smooth to read. There was one word he didn't know. He asked someone and found out. He should be able to beat the man surnamed Yang, right?

In the corner, there was a person holding a piece of paper in his hand. Under the urging of everyone, he read it out loud.

"Colorful sleeves are holding jade bells attentively, and I was drunk and blushing in those days. The moon dances in the heart of the willow tower, and the wind blows under the peach blossom fan.

Since we parted, I recall our meeting, and I have been with you in my dreams several times. Tonight, I only have the silver lamp to light the way, but I am afraid that our meeting is just a dream."

Those who can linger in such occasions are mostly literati and poets. They usually claim to be romantic and talented, and their friends are all scholars. More or less, they always have some talent, otherwise they can't get away with it. After that person read out two sentences, the mocking voices in the venue turned into laughter.

Until the last sentence "I am afraid that our meeting is just a dream" was read out, there was no more noise in the venue.

Countless people were stunned in place, looked back at Qian Duoduo, and swallowed their saliva in disbelief.

This poem was really made by Qian Duoduo, a fool?

The woman on the stage was also stunned, muttered a few sentences, felt some emotions, and when she looked down at the stage again, her eyes were already a little hazy.

At the door of a room upstairs, the woman named Yingying opened her lips slightly, and the man opposite her was also full of surprise.

Even if Qian Duoduo didn't understand poetry, because of his background, his ability to read people's expressions was far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Seeing the eyes and expressions of the people around him, he knew that the one thousand taels he had just spent was really worth it!

Especially when he saw those so-called talents, their expressions were like seeing a ghost, and the joy in his heart could not be described in words.

He hummed an inexplicable song in his mouth, and walked out of the door alone in the astonishment and silence of the crowd.

When he was about to walk out, he seemed to have thought of something, turned around, and walked to a table somewhere.

The servant looked at him in a daze and asked, "Mr. Qian, is there anything else?"

Qian Duoduo curled his lips and said, "I called the wrong amount of silver just now, give it back to me."

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"I can't control you, but your sister can. When I go back in a few days, I will tell her everything you did here one by one..."

There was still half an hour of curfew, and the streets of Fengzhou City were already sparse. Li Yi walked and complained.

After a long time without hearing a response, he looked back and saw Miss Liu on his back breathing evenly. He shook his head and sighed helplessly.

"I can't control you anymore..."

In front of him, the three words "Fanglinyuan" were already vaguely discernible under the reflection of the fireworks blooming in the night sky.