Chapter Twenty-Three: Bring a poem and send it
"Young master, wine, wine, wine is sold out!"
Fu Xiaoguan's gaze still fell on this Pure Yang Heart Sutra, and said lightly: "Xiu'er...... I am hungry. ”
"Oh, I'm going to get it...... Who is this? ”
"Leave him alone, in the future, cook more for one person, and I'll clean up the room on the second floor."
"Oh."
Chunxiu walked towards the kitchen, thinking that the young master was really a person with great skills.
His own Yu Fuji new products are on the market, the young master has no waves, the eighteen miles of alleys are crowded with people, in order to buy a little of his own wine, such a good business, others have already been happy, but the young master is still not shocked. In just half a day, the hundreds of catties of wine saved by Yu Fuji are gone, which is still a terrifying sky-high price, how much silver does this have to earn? The young master was as if nothing had happened.
All this seems to be under the control of the young master, although the young master did not go, he already knew such a result.
I was worried that the young master was afraid of losing face, but I must not think like this in the future.
Not long after, the porter came in with a person, Fu Xiaoguan didn't know him, and he didn't pay much attention to it, but the person left an invitation card, saying that Qi Yuanming, the young owner of Qi's wine shop, wanted to invite him to dinner - if it weren't for this book, Fu Xiaoguan would have go, doing business, it doesn't hurt to know more people, not to mention that he knows that Qi's wine shop is opposite Yu Fuji, and the other party's meaning can know a thing or two.
Cooperation is impossible, but the shop opposite is good, and he intends to buy it, but now he is not available.
"I understand Young Master Qi's good intentions, I really don't have time, tell him when you go back, I'll go to him after I've been busy these days."
With a wave of his hand, as soon as he sent this person away, Fu Daguan came in with a group of people.
"Hey......"
Fu Xiaoguan put the book in his arms, and without waiting for Fu Daguan to speak, he preemptively said: "Dad, I know everything." There are a few things to do now, and I'm probably a little busy, so you have to arrange for someone to take care of it. ”
"Son, you say!"
A flower appeared on Fu Daguan's face, not because Yu Fuji made a lot of money, but because his son had grown a face for him.
When the news spread that the eighteen alleys were crowded with people, just to buy a bottle of wine from Yu Fu Ji, all the people in Linjiang City came, including the four major cloth merchants and the three major grain merchants.
Of course, these are people with status, they didn't squeeze, but went to the teahouse diagonally opposite Yu Fu Ji, and sitting on the second floor, they could see everything that happened in front of Yu Fu Ji.
Fu Daguan also ran up when he heard the news, he didn't drink tea for the purpose, the purpose was to hear how these guys praised their son.
"Young Master Fu's genius!"
"The bishop of the Fu family has a good way!"
"Linjiang has never had such a crazy scene!"
"Come on, let's try it, I've grabbed a bottle of ......"
"It's really a good wine, especially this forty-two-degree celestial alcohol, which can really be compared to Tian Xiang!"
"The tiger father has no dogs, Young Master Fu is ranked fourth in Linjiang in terms of literary style, and this means of doing business is far above you and me!"
“……”
Fu Daguan didn't drink the wine but was slightly drunk, with a bright face clenching his fists, and his words were just small means, how could they enter your eyes.
In short, this is the first time that Fu Daguan has felt suddenly open-minded and raised his eyebrows in Linjiang for so many years!
"First, send people to Xishan Courtyard to supervise the construction of a new winery and recruit winemakers and small workers."
"Second, now thirty percent of the wine produced by the winery every day is left behind, put it in the wine tank and seal it, and store it in the dug cellar, and no one is allowed to touch it!"
"Third...... Asked Yu Fu Ji Cai shopkeeper and Xifang Yu Ji Liuli Shop Jiang Ji porcelain shop to contact the utensils needed in the back, and the price of these utensils should be reduced by two percent. ”
"That's it for now...... Dad, don't get involved, stay with your aunt more. ”
Fu Daguan happily took a group of people and left, the courtyard finally quieted down, and Chunxiu walked out with two dishes and one soup.
"Time is a little urgent, the kitchen man only came back at this time, so the slave maid will get you some casually, and then ask them to get you something delicious at night."
At night...... Fu Xiaoguan suddenly remembered that he was going to Shanglinzhou in Prince Xian's Mansion to attend a party tonight.
His brow furrowed, this was the invitation his father brought him, it seemed a little unreasonable not to go.
But the pure yang heart sutra in my arms has not yet been warmed, and there are many things in it that need time to understand and digest...... What a waste of time to go to that place!
Fu Xiaoguan thought for a while and said, "Xiu'er, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are waiting." ”
"Okay!"
Fu Xiaoguan thought about it, anyway, he didn't know Prince Xian and the people in Prince Xian's mansion, and a very high figure like Prince Xian definitely didn't know him, so it didn't matter if he went or not.
In order not to lose his father's face, he still had to show a little respect for this, so he decided to write a poem and send Xiu'er to bring it over at night and hand it over to the people of the Shanglin Continent Lord Association to apologize and express his intentions.
Xiu'er polished the ink, thinking to herself, what is the young master going to write again?
What to write about?
Fu Xiaoguan is also very entangled.
I took a few breaths and made up my mind to write a poem this time.
Drunk tonight
Tonight's stars and tonight's wind, the west side of the painting building is on the east of Lindong.
There are no colorful phoenix wings, and there is a little bit of wisdom in the heart.
The next seat sends the hook summer wine warm, and the Cao shoots the wax lamp red.
Yu listened to the drum and responded to the official, and went to the Malan platform to turn the tent.
Su Mo was closing his eyes to recuperate, but when he opened his eyes at this moment, his gaze swept casually, landed on the paper, and his mouth curled, because this was the ugliest word he had ever seen.
But at the moment when his gaze was about to leave, it was projected back.
Because of this poem!
He sat up straighter, leaned forward slightly, and then finished reading the whole poem, and his eyes fell on Fu Xiaoguan's face.
Chunxiu is very happy in her heart, young master, this is another spiritual light!
This poem is very good, especially the sentence that has no colorful phoenix wings, and the heart is clear. However, who does the young master have a heart with?
Chunxiu was very curious, and coupled with the recent relationship with the young master, she knew that the young master was a very casual person, so she asked.
"Young master, who do you have a heart for?"
Fu Xiaoguan laughed, put down the pen, and thought about it, who should I have a little contact with?
Fan Duoer?
It's definitely not going to work.
Then there is only ...... "Dong Shulan and the girl of the Dong family!" ”
Chunxiu was suddenly happy, the girl of the Dong family is so beautiful, knowledgeable, and very good at business, and the young master is a perfect match, and she really knows how to have a heart.
"This thing, you can send it to Shanglinzhou for me later in the evening. There's a party there, I don't have time, you go and see who's in the house, tell him my apologies, and I'll plead again when I have a chance. ”