Vaguely, he seemed to remember that after sleeping on the street yesterday, he was woken up by a person who seemed to be ...... It seems to be that Hou Shigui!!

With a thud, several wine glasses pressed on his sleeves fell to the ground as he suddenly stood up.

"Brother Li got up, why is it so early?"

In the stairwell ahead, Hou Shigui also yawned and walked down slowly.

Li Bai couldn't help touching his body, and found that his body was intact, so he asked Hou Shigui:

"You...... You didn't eat me? ”

Hou Shigui frowned, thinking that the alcohol in ancient times was so low, could he still drink it and lose his memory?

Then he said to Li Bai:

"Brother Li, have you forgotten what happened last night?"

"Last night? What happened last night? ”

Li Bai still looked puzzled, but Hou Shigui explained to him:

"Last night, Brother Li's poems were flourishing, just like a fairy in the world, so he drank and wrote poems, and overnight, he wrote 300 poems!!

Hou loved talents and poetry, so he bought some poems with Brother Li for 50,000 taels of silver.

From now on, only Hou can use those poems, that is, Brother Li, and they can't be used anymore, otherwise it will be a breach of contract. ”

After that, he also took out a note from his arms and handed it to Li Bai:

"As evidenced by black and white, Brother Li has signed it."

Draw a signature? Li Bai's brain ached, and he vaguely remembered that he seemed to have really signed something yesterday?

But compose 300 poems in one night?

I'm afraid it's not this Hou Shigui who is talking about a dream!

His family knows his own affairs, and Li Bai knows very well what he is.

When I was a child, the conditions at home were not good, and in addition to doing farm work, all the time was spent reading those Confucian books.

Poetry?

But he has never even written a limerick poem.

Later, because the fields and acres of his family were occupied by the squire bullies, Li Baizong had some talents, but he had no background, no matter, and no money, how could the magistrate promote him to be filial and honest?

After stumbling in the countryside for a few years, Li Bai was disheartened and didn't want to wait for filial piety, so he went to Beijing alone, wanting to bump into the opportunity, maybe he could be appreciated by the nobles.

Who knew that this year after joining the Beijing Division, he found out that those high-ranking nobles were all a group of stupid people with fat brains!

The written meaning is nonsense, and the ability to do things is also a mess.

Don't talk about others, even with your own ability, you can trample them under your feet.

Thinking that he had no knowledge, but he still had to let those people who were full of fat intestines breathe and drink, Li Bai was angry, so he borrowed wine to kill his sorrows.

Who would have thought that borrowing wine to eliminate sorrow is even more sorrowful, but after a year, Li Bai exhausted all his belongings, not to mention, he also owed a few hundred taels of silver.

I haven't taken a bath for a year, so I can only sleep on the streets, picking up other people's leftovers for a living.

If it weren't for Li Baixin's arrogance and ambition to do a great career, if he changed people, he would have been looking for death and life a long time ago.

So he didn't believe Hou Shigui's words, not only did he not believe it, but he also asked Hou Shigui to come up with evidence:

"Hou Gongzi has a prominent status, why make fun of my cloth clothes?

If what Hou Gongzi said is true, please come up with evidence. ”

Hou Shigui smiled and asked Bao Ji to take out the three hundred Tang poems that he had copied last night and put them in front of Li Bai.

Li Bai opened it and looked at it, and at first glance, he was firmly attracted by the verses on the first page.

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown...... Mother......"

As if this poem evoked his homesickness, the young man in his early twenties had red eyes and eyes full of longing and remembrance.

It took a long time before he took a deep breath and turned the second page.

In this way, he read page by page, and it was not until Hou Shigui finished breakfast that he walked to Hou Shigui and returned the book to Hou Shigui:

"Hou Gongzi, although I don't know why you did this, and your own insistence on the next, these poems were not written by the next, and the next will not be cheeky enough to accept your money."

Why is this temper so annoying?

Hou Shigui put down the chopsticks and pretended to be impatient:

"Want to regret it? It's late! Let me tell you, since we have signed a contract, then these verses of yours are mine, and you have to accept the 50,000 taels of silver, and if you don't accept it, you have to accept it!

But don't worry, those poems will be famous because you wrote them! ”

Who thought that Li Bai really had a temper:

"I just don't take it!"

"Old item! Tie the silver ticket to him and throw it out! ”

It wasn't until Li Bai was thrown out that Hou Shigui said to Guo Lianqing, who was beside him with a resentful face:

"Well, it's just some money, isn't that a good poem? I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone. ”

"But Hou Lang, now that the perfume is out of stock, and the business of Tianyalou is not as good as day by day, you give away 50,000 taels this time, let's ...... We only have more than 1,000 taels left. ”

Hou Shigui smiled lightly, and said with a nonchalant face:

"So what? When we are poor, even a hundred taels are not enough, you can rest assured that I have sent a letter back to let the family start to make the noble incense, and the first batch of noble incense will arrive in Beijing in the near future. ”

After that, Hou Shigui saw that Guo Lianqing was still looking at him with a resentful expression, and asked again:

"What's wrong again?"

Guo Lianqing said:

"Those good sentences, obviously I looked at Hou Lang and you wrote it yourself, but how can you ...... How can you say that Li Bai wrote it?

Then Li Bai is poor and sour, how can you have such a talent as Hou Lang, you can write such a good sentence for the ages? ! ”

Guo Lianqing's words made Hou Shigui so ashamed that he almost didn't squirt out the tea in his mouth.

So he hurriedly changed the topic and said:

"I have my own intentions, you don't have to worry about it, just run the perfume business well, by the way, the ghost matter, does Paulson have any clues?"

Guo Lianqing heard Hou Shigui talk about this, so she said seriously:

"Not yet, it's not that Paussen doesn't do his best, it's that he really can't find anything.

Hou Lang, those singers eat inside and out, ungrateful, or let's change a group of people. ”

Hou Shigui shook his head and said:

"As long as the price given by those people is high, let alone changing one batch, it is useless to change ten batches.

Things must be investigated from the root, and it is best to find out who is here, and then make an example of the chickens and monkeys, so as to stop it. ”

"But Hou Lang, if we can't find out for a day, we can only stop teaching new songs for a day, and if this continues, don't talk about the intelligence network, even the business of Tianyalou will also be followed."

After all, Haoyue Tower and other inns that steal and sell our songs, which one is not rich behind it?

They can lower the price, we have this little money, but we can't afford it, and the money you gave to Paussen before is about to run out. ”

"It's okay, in a few days, the nobles will enter Beijing, and I have already explained this matter to Bao Sen, so my husband has his own response, you can rest assured."

Hou Shigui said this, and Guo Lianqing couldn't say anything more.

It was only after he finished eating that he chose a beautiful ribbon for him to wear, and then he was sent out of the house.

At the same time, Xiling is on the official road leading to Jingshi.

The sun wheel hangs high, the autumn wind is cool, and the sound of insects in the four fields occasionally fluctuates.

If it weren't for the smell of blood in the air, today would be a good day.