Fifty wen a night, or a discount, isn't this just a money grab?

Dugu Ao and Lei Ji are a little bit of a soul in their hearts, is this kid simple or not?

You know, the ordinary room of the big store in the city is only more than 20 wen a day, even if it is a first-class room, it is not more than 100 wen, this kid dares to open his mouth to ask for 50 wen?

"I'm talking about this little brother." Just finished it, Dugu Ao still can't let go.

"Is this room money ......?"

"Isn't it too expensive?" Wu Ning asked bluntly.

Seeing that the two of them were silent, they immediately put on a serious attitude.

"The two sons must also know that this mountain col is five miles away from Fangzhou City, and it is not close to it, but it is not far away. We use all the belongings in this store, and they are all carried back from the city by the kid one by one, bag by bag! ”

Well, why does this sound so familiar? Can't you just change a new set of words?

But no one is stupid, and Lei Ji also understands why this kid dares to be so tall.

Without it, ask Xianguan about his shop on the side, and look back at the hundreds of pilgrims waiting in the field, why don't you understand?

"Don't worry, you two!" Wu Ning patted his chest and made a guarantee, "The two sons will know after one night, it is definitely worth the money!" ”

I believe you're a ghost! The original good impression of Wu Ning is gone.

But there's no way, the breath that I settled with Uncle Sun is already there, and I can't live there, didn't I see that Mr. Sun was on the opposite side of the mountain road to see the excitement?

He reached into his bosom and counted out fifty dollars, "Then stay for one night." ”

Wu Ningle took it upside down, and said in his heart: "It's open!" ”

He took the copper coin and held it in his hand, and then ......

Then he stretched out his other hand towards Dugu Ao: "What about yours?" ”

"You!" Dugu is so angry, "Isn't it for you?" ”

"Hehe, fifty wen per person."

Day, it's really a black shop!

Subconsciously turned around, and met the provocative gaze of Sun Dagongzi.

I endure!

Dugu Ao's face turned red, took out fifty big coins, and slapped them heavily in Wu Ning's hand.

"Gotcha!" Wu Ning has money, not to mention how beautiful.

"Two of you, please!"

Please, uncle! Dugu Ao and Lei Ji scolded in their hearts.

It's not that the two of them are reluctant to make this little money, but the main thing is to let a young man in the mountains play for a long time, and they can't resist yet. There is no need to mention this grievance in my heart.

Secretly cursed: A hundred big money to live in a broken village store for one night, really hold back......

"You two really don't need to eat?" Huzi asked about eating again with great discord.

"Don't eat it!" Dugu was in a hurry.

"Only live in the hotel, no food! No need to eat! ”

"Oh." Huzi is very disappointed, if you don't eat me, you won't have to eat, hurt each other, why bother?

He didn't give up and said, "Then ...... tomorrow morning"

"Don't eat either!!"

Dugu was annoyed by this fat man, and followed Wu Ning's guidance and fled into the hospital.

And then.

Dugu Ao: "......"

Lei Ji: "......"

The two of them were stunned all of a sudden, "This is ...... Village shop? ”

I can't see the beauty, but this grass and wood corridor, flowers and trees are splendid, under the care of a plain lamp, how can it look so comfortable?

"Like...... Not bad? ”

Dugu Ao was a little unsure, and turned his head to ask Lei Ji.

I saw Lei Ji take a good look in the courtyard, and finally nodded, "It's really good." ”

He had traveled all over the world, and it was the first time he had seen such an elegant inn. I have seen such a chic courtyard once, but it is the hermitage of Mr. Bai Yun Sima Chengzhen.

"Two sons, please come to the house."

Wu Ning held the oil lamp in his hand and led the two of them towards the guest room again.

The result is self-evident, these two have never seen such a high-end and atmospheric arrangement.

I looked left and right in the room for a long time, and my expression changed from surprise to relief and then to joy.

Wu Ning pouted, what a real person is the master, can he still kill you?

"The incense has been smoked, and the best sandalwood will ensure the stability of the night."

"It's not early, let's rest early!"

Didn't you see that outside the hospital, there were mosquitoes biting at the probe? Wu Ning had to hurry up and get out of the other room.

Just about to leave, "Wait!! ”

Dugu called Wu Ning arrogantly and looked at the wall with a surprised expression.

"This, the poem on this wall......"

"Ahh Wu Ning turned around and responded, "What's wrong?" ”

Isn't it just a few wall poems?

This thing is very popular in the Tang Dynasty, otherwise Wu Ning would not follow the trend and "scribble" on the wall.

To put it bluntly, it was these literati who were fed up, and the black and white words could no longer satisfy their stinky desires, and no matter where they went, they couldn't help but write sentences like "visit here" on the wall.

Therefore, I don't know when the inns and restaurants often haunted the literati opened a special wall for these literati to write.

Today you come to write a poem, tomorrow he arrives to leave a diary, do it with the pen, and leave the words behind.

Later, there was another one who looked at the poem the day before yesterday and wrote it well, and then took a few more sentences under the poem, or commented on one or two.

In Wu Ning's view, it is a bit like the BBS of later generations, someone built a building and opened a post, followed by a bunch of posters.

Since it is an inn, Wu Ning is naturally not exempt from vulgarity, and he also specially painted a white wall in the house for this purpose

。 Later, Wu Ning disliked that space was not good-looking, so he left a few poems on it.

Of course, it was purely fake, and he drew it up by himself.

Seeing Dugu's arrogant expression, Wu Ning was still a little proud.

The heart said, "Don't you want to praise this writing, right?" ”

You know, this is what he racked his brains and wrote in various fonts such as line, block and cursive, for fear that others would see that it was from the hand of one person.

Moreover, in later generations, his family is also a scholarly family, and the characters he has practiced since he was a child, even among the whole class, are also masterable.

"Childe thinks it's okay too?"

"Of course!"

Lei Ji also exclaimed, pointing to the words under one of the songs, "This...... Is this really mentioned by Mr. Boyu himself? ”

Day!

Wu Ning suddenly cooled down, it turned out that he fell in love with the person who wrote the poem, not the words.

"Well, it's from Mr. Boyu."

"I don't see the ancients before, and I don't see the comers after......" Lei Ji watched the poems and recite them, "Reading the world is long, and the tears of loneliness are down!" ”

"Good poetry! Good poetry!! ”

High-fived, can't help himself, "It is indeed Chen Ziang's poetic style, it is undoubtedly genuine!" ”

"Ugh." Wu Ning sweated out.

But after thinking about it again, it doesn't matter, Chen Ziang won't come to his village store, so naturally he doesn't know.

"What about this one?" Lei Ji pointed to another song.

"Jasper is made into a tree high, ten thousand hanging down green silk, I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors - He Zhizhang"

"Is this He Jizhen's handiwork?"

"Yes......"

Wu Ning decided not to fake it again in the future, what a lie needs ten lies to cover up, the ancients did not deceive me!

Looking at the poems on that wall, there are not only Chen Ziang's and He Zhizhang's, but also Wang Bo's and Meng Haoran's.

Wu Ning didn't think much about it at the time, he just blindly filled this wall, but he forgot that so many big cattle had come to his village store? In case these two stunned young men would ask, how would he answer?

Ran out, "The two of you go to bed early, and the kid won't bother." ”

From time to time, Dugu Ao and Lei Ji's comments came:

"My family is in the south of the ferry, and I am used to savage boats......"

"Meng Haoran??"

"Who is this Meng Haoran?"

"I haven't heard of it."

"But the artistic conception in the poem is not comparable to my generation......"

......

Wu Ning: "......"

Meng Haoran doesn't know anyone? That's one of the most prominent poets of the Wu Zetian period, right?

Thinking of this, he paused suddenly, and his face was hell:

"It won't be...... Am I mistaken? ”

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