This monk is extraordinary, and it must have nothing to do with the predecessor.

As soon as we meet, when we mention "life is only as we first met", it must be for poetry!

Han Chen admitted his identity, returned the salute, and said in his heart that as long as he didn't come to find the master, he would be fine.

Consciously understanding the meaning of Monk Xuelang, Aunt Han looked at the handsome bald head again and felt a little cuter.

There are many poets and monks in the Wu Dynasty, just three Wu and one place, and in the two hundred years since the establishment of the dynasty, the poets and monks have made nearly 1,000 famous poems.

Considering that the scholars of the Wu Dynasty did not have a single one who could fight in poetry, it is conceivable how powerful the monks were.

In many cases, poets and monks can call for wind and rain on the poetry altar, and even hold the poetry altar, in the hearts of the literati, the status is lofty, and the followers are also numerous.

Monk Xuelang is such a brilliant poet monk.

In the city of Nanjing, there are great names, similar to the role of the leader of the poetry league, and it is rare to see others on weekdays!

Xue Lang's identity, Aunt Han naturally didn't know.

The predecessor was immersed in hard reading, and he couldn't even understand the Four Books and Five Classics, so how could he have the heart to recite poems and lyrics?

Evenly, the star that readers love to chase is never heard of, and the only activity that can be called a social scene is the time when Ma Wencai and the painting fan played with him...... Sorrowful.

Xue Lang didn't say much, and after a few words of greeting, he sent a gilded invitation, bluntly saying that the poor monk is now in Baoguo Temple and has held a poetry meeting, and invites Han Shizhu to come tomorrow.

Han Chen simply responded directly.

Although Xue Lang is a monk, he acts in a chic and uninhibited manner, and when he saw Han Chen accepting the invitation and closing the eleventh ceremony, he just left!

This, the monks of the Great Wu Dynasty, are they all so cool?

"Uncle, Uncle, Master Xuelang actually came to the door to invite you to participate in the poetry meeting, it's amazing!"

On the way back to the courtyard, Dong'er couldn't hold back anymore and cheered with the invitation.

"Is Snow Wave famous? This Dharma name doesn't sound like a serious monk. ”

Han Chen casually talked nonsense, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at Dong'er...... It's miserable, rest assured, my uncle will do what he says, and he will bring you up single-handedly!

"Uncle is cautious!"

When Dong'er heard this, she was suddenly a little anxious, "Master Xuelang is so famous, he is a virtuous monk, and it is not easy to talk nonsense." ”

Afraid that her uncle would not believe it, Dong'er continued to say some rumors she had heard, "That Master Xuelang has a great wish, and he once said that he would rebuild the glazed pagoda of Yingtianfu Dabao'en Temple. ”

is really a famous poet monk, the number and quality of fans should not be bad, but between words, it is not easy to offend.

Seeing that Dong'er was nervous, for fear that her uncle would be arrogant and offend Xuelang and cause disaster, Han Chen smiled and rubbed the top of the little girl's head, "Don't worry, my uncle won't cause trouble...... Wrong! ”

This Xuelang wants to rebuild the glazed pagoda of Dabao'en Temple, and he must be very short of money.

Pulled the invitation from Dong'er's hand and took a closer look, sure enough, to participate in the poetry meeting is to donate, special funds are earmarked, and the glazed tower will be rebuilt when you have saved enough...... Thief bald!

Is the glazed tower said to be rebuilt?

The glazed pagoda of Dabao'en Temple has nine layers and eight sides, and is 267 zhang high!

Called the Tongtian Glazed Tower, it was Emperor Chengzu to commemorate his biological mother Concubine Gong, levied 100,000 craftsmen and soldiers, it took nearly 20 years, costing 2.5 million taels of silver to cast!

Now it has been in disrepair for a long time, there are many broken places, and the Dabao'en Temple is unable to repair, so the snow wave stood up and made a great wish to rebuild the pagoda.

It's sloppy!

This is a ruthless person who is even better than the master!

Compared with rebuilding the glazed tower, the master earned 300,000 taels of silver in half a year to redeem the task of Juyuan, and suddenly there was no such card.

It's not Aunt Han who picks the bag, but the silver money on his body, which is only in his early forties, or the rest of the money that is advanced for half a year.

If the shares of sugar are to be divided, they must wait for the Li family to sell, and then take stock.

Forty taels of silver is a lot, no gambling or prostitution, you can live a long time in style.

But Uncle Han has a task on his back, he has to earn 300,000 taels in half a year, although sugar production is profitable, but Han Chen only accounts for one percent of the dry shares, and the plan is not enough, and he has to find a new way to make money.

No matter which dynasty you are in, it is not easy to get rich, if you don't keep enough capital, you really encounter a good livelihood, wouldn't you miss it?

Forget it, the invitations are all accepted, just spend money to make a friend, donate a little, just when Master Xuelang gets married, and the master follows the money......

Turning his head and thinking about it, the identity of the leader of the poetry alliance as the monk Xuelang personally ran to deliver an invitation, and my aunt and my face were big enough, and I suddenly felt proud again.

Han Chen has two tasks at the moment, one is to make a name for himself, and the other is to make money.

According to the insight and experience of the gold medal sales manager in North China in the previous life, Aunt Han believes that fame is far more important than making money.

As a modern person, the truth that fame and energy are constantly converted into silver, Aunt Han is still clear.

Early the next morning, as soon as Han Chen got up, a servant from the porter came to report the news.

But it was the righteous brother Chen Houzhao who sent someone to look for it.

Bring people in to take a look, it is the little servant next to Chen Houzhao, called Xiao Dengzi.

Xiao Dengzi's lips are red and his teeth are white, every line and every movement, all of them are full of humility, but he is very clever, and in three or two sentences, he made his son-in-law's message clear.

But it was Chen Houzhao and Chen Zilong who wanted to invite his brother to play outside the city.

At this time, it is already October, although the weather is warm this year, but there is a gloom outside the city, there is nothing to play, that kid must be using this as an excuse, and wants to ask Uncle Ben to visit the Qinglou!

Early in the morning, I went to look for flowers and ask for willows...... It's good to be young!

However, at this time, I am afraid that the seafood merchants selling abalone have not yet gotten up, and they are too anxious.

"Go back and tell your son-in-law, and ask him to wait for me in front of the Baoguo Temple early."

While changing clothes under Dong'er's service, Aunt Han explained, "Today, that Master Xuelang is going to hold a poetry meeting, and I will take your son-in-law in to play." ”

Xiao Deng Zi responded softly, and went back with a smoke.

By the time Han Chen took Dong'er and Da Niu to the street in front of Baoguo Temple, it was already three poles in the sun.

Chen Houzhao, who received Xiao Dengzi's message, had his neck long.

"Why is my brother so abrasive?"

Chen Houzhao was an anxious person, and he yelled in the voice of a male duck, "The poetry meeting has begun, we are late!" ”

"Panic?"

Han Chen looked indifferent, "The big man is always the last to appear." ”

"Yes, yes, you are the elder brother, what you said is right!"

I Chen Houzhao respects the old and loves the young, and I don't have the same knowledge as you, "But I just inquired, this poem will be a big battle, not only many celebrities cheered, but also the Oiran lady Pan Meiniang who came from Suzhou!" ”

Oiran?!

"Let's go!"

Aunt Han's face suddenly turned serious, "Don't make people wait for a long time!" ”