After thinking about it for a long time, Fang Xiaoliu recognized Tian Shiyi's reason, and felt in his heart that such a good poem could not be written by Tian Wuli. Recommended reading: sm. s..

Who would have thought that Xiao Liu's fascination with poetry far exceeded Tian Shiyi's expectations, and she actually invoked the power of Manichaeism in private to search for a monk surnamed Lu Hui to write poetry.

Monk Lu didn't find it, but he didn't think about it, but it alarmed Fang La.

Fang 13 didn't know what his daughter was looking for a monk, in order to find out the reason, the entire Manichaeism was mobilized, and several monks with the common name and surname Lu were found for a while, but none of them could write poetry.

Regarding Monk Lu, Fang Xiaoliu asked Tian scoundrel many times, but Tian Shiyi only said that it was a wandering monk, who collected 300 yuan from himself and sold five poems to himself. As for not finding anyone, Xu is You Fang went elsewhere.

Xiao Liu was both angry and annoyed with Tian Rogue, annoyed because Tian Shiyi didn't leave Monk Lu as a Buddha to offer, and his annoyance stemmed from the fact that the five poems only gave a mere 300 yuan, which was simply a scoundrel among scoundrels.

Asking Monk Lu to buy poems is a rhetoric that only Fang Baihua and Fang Xiaoliu know. Although Xiaoliu believed, how could Baihua not believe it. So since seeing those five poems, Sister Baihua's heart has been suffering from gains and losses, and I don't know what kind of psychology it is.

Hearing that Eleven Lang was back, Fang Baihuali rushed over, and his shrewd and capable appearance in the past was not seen at all, and he actually half-squatted and gave a salute, smiling softly on his face.

"Eleven Lang, you're back."

Tian Shiyi was scared in his heart, feeling that he might have crossed over again, but this time he had crossed into a parallel world, otherwise this Sister Baihua would have become a person who didn't dare to recognize it?

Monk Fang hugged his fists, Pu Cheng hugged his fists, Emma, Yun Niang, Fu Jinhai and others all ran over, respectfully saluting.

Brother Eleven felt that he couldn't go on like this anymore.

"What are you doing?" Tian Shiyi roared: "Are you saying goodbye to the body? ”

Fang Baihua hurriedly said angrily: "How can you say this nonsense? ”

Seeing Shiyi Lang staring at him fiercely, Fang Baihua was a little nervous, and said in anticipation: "Hangzhou paper is expensive." ”

Tian Shiyi felt that the whole world was inexplicable, and he was not a paper seller, so what did it matter to him whether it was expensive or not. The leaflets and posters have already been printed, and there is no need to buy paper, so it is expensive.

It's just that for an inexplicable moment, Tian Shiyi suddenly realized that he seemed to have seen a story on TV in his previous life, and his name was Duzhong Paper Gui.

But that story is from the time of the Jin Dynasty, can the paper-making ability at that time be compared with now? What's more, copying those two small poems by yourself, even if everyone in Hangzhou has two sheets, it is impossible to reach the level of "expensive paper".

"Huh"!

Tian Shiyi smiled, knowing that this was a profiteer borrowing his two poems to raise prices, wanting to make some money.

The status of scholars in the Song Dynasty was very high, and those who could write good articles and poems had even higher status. At that time, Liu Yong relied on his ability to write poetry, but he had never spent money in the Qinglou all his life, and all this in front of him made sense.

Baihua walked over and said carefully: "The people in the city are saying that Xilou is a great sage. ”

For some reason, Fang Baihua's heart was very worried, and her palms were sweating.

Not only does Eleven make money, but she's also frighteningly smart and infuriating, but none of that makes her feel anything wrong.

But today, when I heard that people all over the city said that the "West Building" was a sage, Baihua's heart suddenly panicked. If Eleven Lang is really a sage, there is no possibility of him being true, and the problem of his origin alone is an insurmountable gap.

What is Sage? That's a figure standing high in the clouds, comparable to a god-like being, otherwise how could there be such a word as sacred? Can you really have some stories beyond the friendship between sisters and brothers with the sages who are high? Baihua was a little panicked, a little afraid, and more disappointed.

"The sage of the fart." Tian Shiyi scolded.

For such things as sages, Tian Shiyi and his two generations are very uninterested. If you are a person, you will be selfish, if you are a person, you will be greedy and lustful, and if you are a person, you will go to the toilet. The so-called sages are nothing but a false aura. This aura may be caused by human ignorance, and it is more likely that the person himself created an illusion.

If you can become a sage by writing two poems, what is Lu You? What is Su Shi?

The current touting of the "West Building" in Hangzhou is just because this person is very mysterious. If Tian Shiyi stood in front of everyone, the name of the sage would disappear in a few days, and he would be called "the legendary boy who was very good at writing poetry".

Sages can only live in legends, or in the clouds that are not visible.

Seeing that everyone was staring at him, Tian Shiyi said, "Don't look at it, have you seen me write poems?" Those poems were bought from a monk surnamed Lu, and they are all scattered! ”

With that, Tian Shiyi walked towards the restaurant. The feeling of being watched as a panda is not too comfortable.

Hearing Tian Shiyi mention Monk Lu again, Fang Xiaoliu was the first to get annoyed.

"Despicable." Fang Xiaoliu shouted, then chased after Tian Shiyi and asked, "Where is the monk surnamed Lu?" Take me to him. ”

Tian Shiyi didn't want to pay attention to the snobbish Fang Xiaoliu, and said casually: "When I met on the street, who knows which temple it is." ”

Fang Xiaoliu wanted to continue pestering, but was glared at by his aunt, snorted and walked away.

For Brother Eleven's words, except for Fang Xiaoliu, everyone didn't believe it, who would sell such a good poem for a mere 300 yuan? What's more, the person who can write this kind of poem must be an amazing person, how can he be tempted by three hundred dollars?

Looking at Fang Baihua who was following behind him, Tian Shiyi said helplessly: "Those poems really didn't write them, how can you believe them?" ”

Fang Baihua lowered her head and groaned for a while, and asked, "Then where did it come from?" ”

"My teacher taught me." Tian Shiyi continued to lie.

"Or is it that Ollie to the teacher?" Baihua asked with a completely unbelieving face.

Tian Shiyi raised his hand to the sky in annoyance and said, "I, Tian Shiyi, swear ......"

Fang Baihua's heart tightened, and she hurriedly grabbed Eleven Lang's hand and pulled it off.

Looking at Eleven Lang with satisfaction, Baihua suddenly believed it in his heart for some reason.

"No, no, what are you doing with some bad oaths?" Baihua said angrily.

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