Father Zhou once did not understand and disagree with Zhou Dingcheng's collection of calligraphy and paintings, and his calligraphy and paintings were obviously not as collectible as Tang Bohu, Wen Zhengming, and Shen Zhou's, but just now, he changed his mind. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info This is a smart businessman, who knows his mistakes and corrects them, strikes while the iron is hot, and the results are immediate.

Zhou's father saw not only the value of the handwriting itself, but also the farther away, at least his son's business.

To be honest, before writing this poem, Zhou's father was not optimistic about the prospects of Shabu Mutton Factory, just because the initial motion came from the future daughter-in-law, it was inconvenient to reject it, even if he lost a few thousand taels of silver, he had to give this face. But now he suddenly realized that this mutton shop would not only not lose money, but would also be a huge business opportunity.

After a while, the people present, except for the handwriting of the poetry manuscript held by Lian Daning, Tang Bohu, Wen Zhengming, and Shen Zhou, were all recovered by Zhou's father, and even the one in Wen Zhengchen's hand was confiscated.

Father Zhou, like a general who returned to the dynasty, praised Zhou Dingcheng: "Second brother, I really admire your foresight. ”

Each piece is priced at two hundred taels of silver, which can be described as a high price, even if Tang Bohu's calligraphy works are not worth this price, generally only fifty or sixty taels of silver, only some peak masterpieces can be fried to this price.

Besides, when he found out about Zhou's father's move on the side, he wondered, what is this for, if he wants a poem, he can write it for free, why spend a high price to buy someone else's?

Zhou Dingcheng came over and said angrily: "Boy, you are not allowed to write to others casually in the future, and it is best not to write a single one." See, my Zhou family has spent 4,000 taels of silver at this moment, if you write and give it away again, it will be against my Zhou family. ”

"Why spend this unjust money? I can still write. Besides, he gestured with his hand in the air, pretending to be stupid.

"What are you doing? You are a pig's head, your poem is famous, of course the handwriting of the poem manuscript is more precious, if there is only one in the world, you say how precious it will be, if there are dozens, the value will fall a lot, if there are hundreds, thousands, it will be rotten on the street. ”

Besides, he didn't think so, and said disdainfully: "Big brother, you are too calculating, how much money can the Zhou family make with this? ”

He said in his heart that the monk Zhiyong wrote 3,000 volumes of 1,000 characters in his life and sent them to the major temples in the south of the Yangtze River, which is a lot, and the value of calligraphy is still undiminished. Whether calligraphy and painting works are worth much or not, you can't just look at how much is written, but also who writes it.

Pomegranate listened to it and understood, and immediately interjected: "Besides, go back and write me 30,000 sheets." ”

Besides, he was taken aback: "What are you going to do, when I am an aunt who sells Chinese cabbage." ”

"No, it's to paste the wall!" Pomegranate said in a refreshing voice.

Sisi and the others couldn't help laughing, Father Zhou over there bought it at a high price, and the pomegranate here was going to be used to make a strong paste, so it was on the bar. Paste the wall with a silver ticket of two hundred taels of silver, and it is also a loss to the pomegranate to think of it, and the royal family will not be so extravagant, typical of the local tyrants of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhou Dingcheng doesn't have a pomegranate tone, the old master sits there, it's better not to provoke her. He continued: "To be serious, you are famous now, you have to pay attention to protect your worth. Bohu and Zhengming are well versed in this principle, and Shen Zhou is a master here, who have you seen him send paintings?"

"I agree with Lord Zhou's words, if anyone asks for calligraphy and painting in the future, they will register with me first. I promise to treat everyone equally, and I will not favor one over the other. Pomegranate deliberately teased.

"Hey, I proposed it, at least with the exception of me, right?" Zhou Dingcheng was in a hurry, and hurriedly went to block Pomegranate's mouth.

"Why are you exceptional? You can't do it with three heads and six arms?" Pomegranate showed no mercy.

Zhou Dingcheng complained in his heart, didn't he shoot himself in the foot? But he was not afraid, with his friendship with him, there was always a way to bypass the blockade of pomegranates.

Sisi raised her hand and said, "Pomegranate, I'll sign up first." ”

Pomegranate said: "Okay, whoever registers, pay a deposit of two hundred taels of silver first." Take the money. ”

Everyone was stunned, this is too dark, the deposit alone costs two hundred taels, and the full price has to be doubled.

Sisi shot back: "Pomegranate, what kind of evil have you fallen into? Why do you want to write 30,000 sheets one moment, and then collect a deposit of two hundred taels of silver?"

Qiu Xiang said with a smile: "I don't need to register, I can find Nier's calligraphy and paintings, and I don't have to worry about not getting them." ”

Pomegranate took Xiao Nier's hand and said very affectionately: "Nier, we are a family, you have to be careful of their conspiracies and tricks." ”

"Well, I listen to my sister. Xiao Nier nodded obediently.

Sisi clapped her hands together: "It's over, let's disperse, there is no hope at all." ”

Everyone burst into laughter, but they all understood that although these were all jokes, it might be really difficult to get calligraphy and painting in the future, at least it would be difficult for him to open his mouth, because asking for his calligraphy and painting was similar to asking for silver directly.

At this time, the hotel was a lively scene.

As soon as the door opened, everyone rushed in, looking for a seat one after another, and they were not in a hurry to order food and wine, but they hooked their heads one by one to look around, obviously the drunkard did not mean to drink. At this time, the door to the hall on the second floor has been locked, and the guests who come in can only sit in the lobby on the first floor.

The housekeeper of the Zhou family, that is, the shopkeeper of the hotel, of course, will not let everyone sit in vain to feel any atmosphere, standing in the middle, and said to everyone with a smile: "Today's small shop opened, originally did not entertain guests, since everyone is so enthusiastic, it is natural to entertain all the old and young masters." Let me first introduce to you the signature dish of our store, which is shabu mutton, which is a delicacy invented by our great poet and son, and it is also the treasure of our store, do you want to try it. ”

As soon as he said this, it was like a spark falling into a dynamite keg, which ignited the atmosphere and exploded.

"The great poet is still a gourmet, so he must try it. ”

"I've never heard of mutton shabu, what is the way to eat it, let's talk about it first. ”

"Is this really the invention of the great poet? Boss, don't lie to us. ”

Everyone was babbling and arguing, saying everything, and finally everyone agreed to try the mutton shabu first.

The shopkeeper smiled and said: "This store also operates all kinds of fried cooking, all kinds of delicacies, but this mutton shabu is the best delicacy, you must not miss it, this delicacy is a kind of hot pot, just suitable for eating in this New Year's month, to drive away the cold and replenish the kidneys, and greatly replenish the vitality." The price is not high, the bottom of the top pot is five taels of silver, the bottom of the second pot is three taels of silver, the bottom of the third pot is one tael of silver, and the mutton and various side dishes are counted separately. ”

It took a long time for the shopkeeper to explain the bottom of the pot, and the people of the Ming Dynasty really didn't understand this.

Speaking of which, it is really the idea given, the bottom of the first-class pot is the best stock and all kinds of rare mushrooms, the second class pot only has the best stock and no mushrooms, and the third-class is the general stock.

The price is really high, at that time, a first-class banquet at the table was only five taels of silver, Zhou Dingcheng when he first saw the situation, he once invited Besides, Lian Daning, Chen Musa had a banquet of fifty taels of silver, it was already a top banquet in Suzhou, and all the precious ingredients were readily available. There is only one hotel in Suzhou that can hold such a banquet.

The price of Zhou's mutton hot pot is so high, it is basically on par with that hotel, and it really takes twenty or thirty people to eat a first-class pot, plus side dishes, various other dishes, wine, etc., and it will take fifty or sixty taels of silver to come down.

Originally, the price was not set so high, Zhou's father was temporarily scheming, and wanted to use his fame to make this shabu mutton shop a golden signboard, and the pricing of the main store was controlled, and if the branch was opened in the future, the price would be lowered. This is the experience he has gained over many years in business, and he has tried and tested it time and again.

It's expensive, everyone admits it, and you are mentally prepared before you come in, but it must be worth the money. The people who come here today are not poor, and some are even people of considerable status, and they don't care about spending a few dozen taels of silver on a banquet.

"Boss, can we see the handwriting left by the great poet in your shop?" asked a well-dressed literati.

As soon as these words came out, everyone responded one after another, asking to see the authenticity of the poem, which is what these people really mean.

"Of course, this can satisfy you, and I will take it down in a while, but I will tell you first, the handwriting of the great poet has not had time to frame, but it is original. ”

Everyone can't help but despise the shopkeeper, this businessman's mouth is anointed with oil, and whatever he says has changed the taste, isn't the framed calligraphy and painting original?

After a while, the shopkeeper really came down with a manuscript of poetry, and specially found a silver-plated picture frame, temporarily fixed it on it, and then hung it on the wall for everyone to observe.

"That's a very good handwriting. After one person saw it, he was amazed.

"What kind of font is this, it doesn't seem to be the same style as the characters of Tang Dacai and Wen Dacaizi?"

"Of course, each genius has his own unique style, and they are all the same, so how can they be called geniuses. ”

"This is the Sioux body, the eastern slope body. ”

Someone finally recognized it, and it was met with approval and applause.

"It is possible that this great poet was reincarnated by Dongpo, otherwise at such a young age, how could he write poems so well, and he is a good Su Ti?" someone boldly guessed.

"Almost, it is said that Su Dongpo was also reincarnated, he was a monk in his previous life, he was born with Su Hui, and he was gifted to have such a high level of talent. ”

So a group of people began to discuss this topic, talking about the words of the situation for a while, talking about his poems for a while, and comparing these with Su Dongpo. In the end, it was concluded that this is the reincarnation of Su Dongpo, and it is not wrong at all, otherwise, there is no way to explain the handwriting in front of him.

The shopkeeper didn't know much about the guests' discussions, but he knew that at this time, as long as he followed the direction of public opinion, he would be sure that it was right, so he kept playing haha and adding fuel to everyone's discussions.