Cheng Minzheng had tears in his eyes, the prince has become a talent! That's a word that will be passed down through the ages!

Zhu Houzhao turned back happily, looked at everyone with his nose, raised his toes, and couldn't help but be happy in his heart.

"You come up with the next word!"

Yang Shen wanted to speak and stopped, thought for a long time, and couldn't think of a more majestic and heroic artistic conception than this, and said ashamedly: "I lost under the next, and the poems I chanted before are not as good as this word, the old brother is clumsy, I really admire!" ”

Zhu Houzhao was overjoyed in his heart, and turned around to ask who this Yang Shen was, and the palace wanted to worship him as a teacher and learn to write words!

"This poem was not written by this palace, what a coincidence, the person who wrote this poem is also called Yang Shen, but there are only these two sentences." Zhu Houzhao is arrogant, and he also admires such words and disdains to pretend.

That's it?

The scholars were both excited and disappointed.

Cheng Minzheng opened his mouth slightly, it's a pity, such a good word, only two sentences have been circulated.

For a time, this poem became the highest challenge for the library.

No one could tell the next poem, Cheng Minzheng wrote the next few sentences, but he felt that he was sengling, and threw the paper into the basket.

Half an hour later, Zhang Xian was shocked when he heard the words.

Immediately ask the craftsman to erect a stone monument in front of the library.

Engrave these two words.

The Tengwang Pavilion in the south of the Yangtze River is famous all over the world with the "Preface to the Tengwang Pavilion"!

Perhaps, the Liangxiang Library can also rely on these two words to be famous all over the world and famous for centuries.

There are only two sentences on the stele, but there is a majestic momentum coming towards you, which makes people scream!

The remaining blank can only be written by posterity, Zhang Xian originally wanted to offer a reward of one hundred taels of silver, but such a poem tempted by money, it was vulgar.

……

Forbidden City, Canopy Palace,

Emperor Hongzhi was shocked, and recited this poem repeatedly, his blood boiled, his heart stirred, and he couldn't let go for a long time......

"There is such a majestic artistic conception, just reading it out makes people feel refreshed! What a word! This was written by the prince? ”

"I don't know, but ...... The prince once secretly studied the rhythm of music in the East Palace, and also wrote words. Mu Bin reported truthfully.

Emperor Hongzhi shook his head with a wry smile: "It can't be written by the prince, if he wrote it, he would have come to ask me for credit." ”

Mu Bin nodded, feeling reasonable, could it be that Yan Chengjin wrote it?

Nor can it be......

At Yan Chengjin's age, how could he have such a high level of detachment and comprehension, the person who wrote this poem has clearly experienced a lifetime and is an old man.

Yangfu,

Yang Tinghe read these two sentences, pacing back and forth in the study, exclaiming again and again, and the excitement in his chest was difficult to calm down: "Well written, so well written!" ”

Yang Shen came back from Liangxiang and asked his father for advice, who knew that his father listened to it and was amazed, just like his reaction.

Yang Tinghe shook his head and sighed: "It's difficult, I can't pick it up, I can't pick it up for my father, who wrote it?" ”

Yang Shen was a little aggrieved: "Zhu Xiaoshou said that the person who wrote this poem is also called Yang Shen......"

Zhu Xiaoshou ...... Isn't that Your Highness?

Yang Tinghe couldn't cry or laugh, the prince sneaked out of the palace, but it was to fight poetry with his son, Yang Tinghe coughed dryly, and said: "Son, in the future, Zhu Xiaoshou will find you to fight poetry again, and you will let him." ”

"Father knows about him?"

"He is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"......" Yang Shen.

……

Two sentences made the Liangxiang Library popular.

The old Confucian scholars in the capital and the surrounding states and counties also came to pay homage to this stone monument.

"As long as you pick up the last few sentences, you can be famous for eternity."

Yan Chengjin found that in Liangxiang, a place with a big palm, there were more scholars in Confucian clothes and scarves everywhere than the people in Liangxiang.

"It's also boring to go back to sleep after reading."

"Yes, Jiangnan is good, the river is smoky, the night is the time when the painting boat is lively, let's enter Beijing too early."

A few scholars walked down the street.

It's a pity that the Ferris waterwheel can't be driven, and it earns nearly 100 taels of silver less every day.

It's three thousand taels a month, a luxurious mansion.

Most of these scholars have a lot of money, and there is no place to spend money in a good country, so they find it boring.

Daming is an era when you can make money if you have ideas, and as soon as the hot water bladder came out, many gentry threw away the soup woman and rushed to buy the hot water bladder.

The autumn grain collection was imminent, Zhang Xian said to Yan Chengjin: "My lord, can the autumn grain be delayed, and the lower officials will ask for begging, and it will be levied again next year?" ”

The autumn grain collected is not much, and now the waterway is being built, and it takes three stones of rice grain and two stones of white flour every day to barely maintain.

The newly renovated library emptied the treasury of Liangxiang.

Tax arrears were extremely common in the Ming Dynasty, and even worse, there was a famine, and the imperial court exempted all new taxes and arrears of taxes.

"I owe it."

Yan Mansion didn't have much silver, so he took out 150,000 taels to open a shipyard at once, and most of his family's treasury was empty.

Out of the yamen, walking on the streets of Liangxiang, everywhere looks like silver.

"Who owns this mansion?"

Yan Chengjin looked at this mansion, which was in disrepair all year round, and it was even older than Yan's mansion, and the vermilion paint had fallen off, revealing rotten wood.

"This old house has been sold for a few years, and the price is too high for anyone to want." When he first bought the shop, Wang Busui inquired about it, and he dared to sell it for 1,200 taels if it was so broken.

The location is not good, and it is in a good township, and it is a sky-high price to give 500 taels.

Even the shops on the streets of Liangxiang were only open for 1,000 taels at the highest.

"Buy it for me!" Yan Chengjin Road.

Wang Busui thought that he had heard it wrong, and it would cost more than 100 taels of silver to repair it.

Yes, Young Master Yan likes shabby things the most......

Wang Busui quickly found the owner of the house and brought the title deed back, Yan Chengjin took a look, and it turned out to be the old mansion named Hu Gong.

When I opened the courtyard gate, there were three homeless people hidden inside, who looked like ghosts without makeup.

It's black and skinny.

It's a bit oozing......

Wang Busui was about to drive them away, Lin Song put his hand on the spear, and the family also picked up the stick, afraid that they would pounce on them and beat people, but Yan Chengjin stopped them.

"Where are you from, why don't you go to the hut?"

"The villain has just come from Hejian Mansion, and there is no grass hut."

The late-arriving homeless people have no grass huts or fields, so they can only hide here to live, and it is cold outside, and those who resist go out to find food, and they can't bear to huddle here.

"Go to the hut, and someone will settle you."

Several homeless people thanked Dade, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed one after another.

Yan Chengjin said to the sedan chair man: "Take them to find Master Zhang, and build another straw hut over there in the grass shed area." ”

The palanquin man led them there.

I walked around the yard and got a general idea of the structure of the house, which is big enough to make a big "adventure house" when separated.

The drawing technique that Yan Chengjin learned in the Ministry of Industry came in handy again, drawing a sketch and asking Wang Busui to find a craftsman to repair it.

"Fix it according to this picture, won't it be dark?" Wang Busui doubted Yan Chengjin's drawing skills.

"It's going to be black."

Wang Busui found a craftsman to come and seal the top of the courtyard, and the whole mansion became gloomy and scary in broad daylight.

What made Wang Busui even more puzzled was that Young Master Yan also bought a coffin, ropes, mirrors, dark paper, cauldrons, combs, red cloths and other messy things......

Ten days passed, and the entire house was finally arranged according to Yan Chengjin's requirements.

Grass hut of the homeless people in Liangxiang,

Suddenly, an ugly contest was held, and Wang Busui shook his head: "Not ugly enough, next." ”

"Who wants to be ugly?"

"I don't know, isn't this the big owner of the workshop? He has special fetishes. ”

Many homeless people are ashamed of themselves because they are not ugly enough.

He who thought he was ugly stood up, because when he saw Wang Dadong's disappointed eyes, his confidence was hit.

How ugly is it to be......

Wang Busui selected twenty people and brought them to Yan Chengjin to pick, and after strict screening, only fifteen people remained.

Next is the rehearsal, the homeless people hide in the designated place, listen to Yan Chengjin's command, when should they come out.

"It's scary, huh? We will! ”

“……”

These homeless people were untapped with their own teachers, Yan Chengjin walked through the beginning, and almost scared him to death......

It's a little creepy.

"The gate needs to be changed, and it should be more festive." Yan Chengjin felt that this gate was not good, and it was easy to scare people away.

Wang Busui simply hung up the red lantern, which was no different from an ordinary inn.

The next day, Lao Wang's study printed a newspaper from the palace, and the Liangxiang Adventure House opened its doors for business.

The scholars who are most concerned about the news of Lao Wang's bookstore are scholars, who have long been bored in Liangxiang, so they want to have some fun.

There are scholars outside the gate, and they came to see this adventure house.

"Wang Dongjia, what is it selling?"

"There are no things for sale inside, just a few homeless people, dress up, scare people, and if you want to have fun, you can go in and have a look, one or two pieces of silver per person." Wang Busui smiled and told the truth about the situation.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, it's scary in this house, cowardly, don't go in."