"Girl, are you okay?"

Seeing the fat man and the evil dog disappear, the stall owner picked up the things that fell to the ground while asking the "beautiful woman" Yan Sen.

"..." Yan Sen was about to speak, but immediately remembered his identity and quickly covered his mouth and shook his head.

"Oh, it's so unethical!" The stall owner put the inkstone and ink and said, "That guy who leads the dog must have some power, otherwise, how could he enter the market through the guard?"

oh……

Yan Sen thought so, and it seemed that the fat man was indeed of some background.

At this time, Yan Sen was still holding the brush in his hand and immediately returned the brush to the stall owner.

Unexpectedly, when he returned the brush, he suddenly found that the stall was a bit special. There were many poems written with brushes hanging above the stall!

Although Yan Sen was just a crosstalk in his previous life, he still had some research on poetry and calligraphy.

In the past, in order to speak stand-up crosstalk, he memorized many final poems seriously. He also had some achievements in calligraphy.

At this moment, seeing a lot of poems hanging here, I couldn't help but appreciate them...

"Oh?" The stall owner asked after seeing it, "This girl is also interested in writing poetry? Why not, let's try your luck?"

luck?

Yan Sen looked at the signboard, but saw four big words "Reward to write a poem" written on it.

Reward to write a poem?

"Girl!" Seeing Yan Sen's interest, the stall owner explained, "As long as you can write a good poem that satisfies me, I will be willing to give 10 gold coins as a reward!"

What, 10 gold coins!?

Yan Sen did not delay a second thinking that if these 10 gold coins were available, wouldn’t the courtesan lady be able to play cards?

But... it is too unreliable to collect a poem for 10 gold coins?

Do you fool a fool?

Yan Sen looked at the stall owner, but after only a few glances, he found something was wrong again.

But although the stall owner was an old man with a long beard, Yan Sen could see clearly that his beard was simply glued!

Hey?

It's a bit interesting. It seems that the stall owner is also disguised.

Needless to say, this must be a liar!

Originally, Yan Sen didn't want to cause trouble, but when he saw the stall owner deliberately disguising himself and the hanging poems, he felt a little itchy.

So he reached out and grabbed the brush, and then skillfully dipped it in ink.

"That's great!" The stall owner saw someone writing a poem, so he hurriedly spread the paper, and then pointed to the words hanging above and said, "Please choose any of these words!"

Yan Sen saw that the sign read "Snow, plum, lantern, wine" and other words, obviously he wanted to choose a topic and write a poem.

This is too simple!

Yan Sen's belly contained hundreds of finalizing poems. He immediately took off the sign with the word "Plum" and wrote it on the paper:

Plum blossoms love snow and snow,

Blooming in the snow is infatuated.

Three thousand petals of heart fall,

The fragrance of the soul becomes a poem.

Yan Sen's calligraphy is also pretty good, the whole poem is fresh and elegant, and it is completed in one go!

"My Holy Light God!"

When the stall owner saw this poem, he immediately exclaimed, completely unbelieving that there are such moving and wonderful poems in the world...

"...The heart is broken and three thousand petals fall, and the fragrance and soul are all formed into poetry..."

He murmured, as if he could personally experience the sorrow and sorrow of staying silently, and was completely intoxicated by the poem...

"Good poems, good poems..." He pressed his hands on the paper and said excitedly, "I haven't seen such a good poem for a long time!

"Girl, girl..." He turned around and asked quickly at Yan Sen, "Do you have a name for this poem?"

That's it...

Yan Sen shook his head. He only knew that this poem was written by a famous poet, but he really didn't know what it was called.

"What a good poem! Girl..." said the stall owner excitedly, "Can you write another poem?"

Be your sister...

Yan Sen scolded him in his heart. If it were the case before, he would have to talk to him and ask him to take out 10 gold coins.

But now I have to be low-key and not cause trouble, so Yan Sen waved his hand and turned around and wanted to leave.

"Hey? Hey hey?" The stall owner quickly stopped Yan Sen and said anxiously, "Miss, don't leave, you haven't received the bounty yet!"

As he said that, he took out a handful of gold coins from his pocket and stuffed them directly into Yan Sen's hand.

Oh my go!

Yan Sen was surprised. He only thought this was a liar, but he didn't expect that he would actually give money?

Moreover, the gold coins he just grabbed were more than 10, and at least fourteen or five!

Could it be...the gold coins are fake?

Yan Sen weighed the weight. He had seen gold coins before, and felt that the weight and feel were not fake.

"Girl!" said the stall owner excitedly, "Don't worry, I have gold coins. Although gold coins are good, good poems are even harder to find!

"I hope the girl will give you another song. If it is beautiful, I can give you 20 gold coins!"

Why?

Yan Sen was confused. If he had known that such a good thing would have been drunk, wouldn't Huajiu have been drunk long ago?

Thinking of this, he picked the word "snow" from the sign, then picked up the brush and brushed it again, and another masterpiece appeared on the paper, which was Zheng Banqiao's "After Snow in the Mountains":

When the door is opened in the morning, the snow fills the mountain.

The snow is clear and the clouds are light and the sun is cold.

The plum blossoms are frozen without dripping from the eaves.

A kind of clear orphanage is not easy.

"My Holy Light God!"

After seeing this poem, the stall owner was even more shocked by Yan Sen and was almost kneeling down!

"Aunt...girl..." The stall owner looked at Yan Sen in admiration and asked, "Do you dare to ask the girl's name?"

Um……

Yan Sen frowned, wondering how to answer?

"Girl, why don't you speak?" The stall owner took out a handful of gold coins and stuffed them to Yan Sen, and then asked anxiously, "I really admire the girl's literary talent, and I hope the girl will tell her name..."

this……

Yan Sen touched the gold coins and thought to himself that if this grandson was not a liar, he would definitely be a rich man who was not short of money and was mentally empty!

Mom, my grandma, he won’t like me anymore, let me be a mistress for him, right?

No, I have to disgust him!

Thinking of this, Yan Sen opened his mouth and became mute:

"Aba, Aba..." He pointed at his mouth, waved his hands repeatedly, pretending to be ugly.

"Oh... it's actually a mute girl!" The stall owner was obviously a little disappointed, "What a pity!"

At this moment, seeing Yan Sen write two good poems in a row, many viewers have gathered around.

Moreover, after seeing Yan Sen receive so many gold coins, they all cast envious eyes.

Yan Sen secretly shouted that the more people, the greater the chance of exposure. We must think of a way to withdraw immediately.

Unexpectedly, the stall owner stopped Yan Sen with a brush again, pointed to the paper and said:

"It's okay, the girl is so literary, can she write her name out!"

"well……"

Yan Sen broke through the left and right twice, but neither of them could get rid of the other party's entanglement.

In desperation, I had to take the brush and write a random name from the paper!

The stall owner looked carefully, but saw four big words written on the paper:

"Wei-shu-fen-er"!

Yan Sen was so anxious that he even wrote down his voice.

"Oh..." However, the stall owner believed it and bowed to Yan Sen, "Hello Miss Wei!"

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Unexpectedly, Wei Shufen made Yan Sen earn happiness again. Except for Big Head, other happiness values ​​must be obtained from the audience.

"Miss Wei!"

At this time, the stall owner was obviously fascinated by Yan Sen, and immediately poured all the gold coins in his pocket on the table, looking dozens of!
Chapter completed!