"Can there be white paper?"

Everyone fell down. You are a poet who sells poetry and doesn’t even have white paper?

How does it feel like a business without a foundation?

Little do you know that white paper is precious now.

How could his ten cents be enough to buy so many things?

Cheng Chubi was about to hit him, but he immediately took his hand back.

So that's it?

"I said you sell poetry but don't buy paper? Is there anyone who does this business?"

"If it weren't for the situation, would I sell the words here?"

As soon as he said that, everyone nodded and said yes.

Yes, if you have money, who would do business in such a place?

Cheng Chubi couldn't stand it anymore.

"Isn't it just paper? I happened to be prepared. I'm here and I'll give him fifty pieces of white paper!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

Fifty pieces of white paper, that's a lot of money.

It turns out that he is a noble child who can afford to study at the Imperial College.

rich!

If Cheng Yaojin knew about this, he would definitely be beaten.

Although I have wealth, I am not so defeated.

It's a complete failure.

Cheng Chubi was very proud of everyone's performance.

There was a word written on his face, it was cool!

Soon, someone put the paper on Li Yan's desk.

He looked.

Although this paper is white, its texture is not very good.

If you make it yourself, you will definitely make it better.

But this kind of thing is too hard to do, and you don’t dare to do it without money.

Now, let’s make ten taels of silver first.

"It turns out that they are rich! If you buy poetry later, I will give you a little cheaper!"

He said.

"Of course, my father is Duke Lu!"

As soon as these words were spoken, they attracted everyone's envy.

People respect Cheng Yaojin, and he can be regarded as a great hero. Unexpectedly, his son was him.

But he was also a little sighing, and this second-generation official seemed to be a playboy.

As for Fang Yiai, they probably guessed who his father was.

Just the son of the Duke, what is that?

Li Yan doesn’t even want to be a prince, and will he still envy them?

They don't know where they get their superiority.

"Hey, why don't you write quickly? Did you deliberately delay time?"

Fang Yiai was a little anxious.

After spending this money, I can’t see any word.

"What's the hurry? I haven't finished grinding the ink yet, wait a little longer!"

this……

I didn't prepare anything and I even made money.

People are puzzled.

Watching Li Yan slowly grinding ink.

Someone is upset.

"You are too slow, I'll beat it!"

Cheng Chubi took Li Yan's inkstone and grinded it directly.

This guy grinds the ink very fast.

The force was also very good, just like his father Cheng Yaojin.

Take advantage of this opportunity.

Li Yan has already started searching.

With summer as the theme! Tianchi, flowers and leaves will appear.

The powerful search engine directly gave him many poems about summer.

He saw Yang Wanli's song at first sight after all, West Lake mid-June...

But there is no place name Tianchi. This Tianchi is a lake around Chang'an, where Li Shimin often goes to escape the summer heat.

And it is a lake, which just fits West Lake. If it is interchangeable, the meaning is also there.

Therefore, Li Yan wanted to change it, so he asked with a smile: "Have you polished the ink? Don't let everyone wait too long!"

Cheng Chubi has the desire to kill someone.

I'll help you grind ink. Do you think it's as simple as drinking water, so I came to urge me again? What's the matter?

Thankless.

"Cheng Chubi, hurry up! I'm a little impatient!"

Even Fang Yiai said that.

Cheng Chubi thought to himself, why are I always hurt? I would have known that I would not be so proactive.

"It's so fast! Why are you anxious!"

But he still said it.

Finally, he has been polished.

Li Yan picked up the pen without any haste and pretended to be meditated.

Then, he wrote the first poem on white paper.

"Chang'an Tianchi mid-June"

When everyone saw this poem, the direct narration technique looked ordinary.

More people are watching the fun.

As for Fang Yiai, he was a big laugh

"I can write such a simple poem, too. You will receive seventy words in your seven words? It's a joke!"

The shopkeeper is still a sensible person.

"What's the matter in a hurry? If you don't look at the latter, you will make a conclusion. This is not what the literati do!"

He is on Li Yan's side, after all, he has brought him a good business.

"No, it's not too late to look at the next three sentences."

Someone said, "I think this young man's handwriting is well written. If he framed it, it seems that he will not lose."

Li Yan's handwriting is obvious to all.

Although it is not as good as a master's work, it is also very distinctive.

"Look, he wrote the second sentence."

"The scenery is not the same as the four seasons."

As soon as the second sentence came out, everyone began to be slightly shocked.

The simple and unpretentious poems depict beautiful scenery that makes people nostalgic.

Several people even read it repeatedly. This poem looks ordinary, but it actually means a lot.

Some people even began to urge them to write the last two sentences.
To be continued...