After waiting for nearly a cup of tea, Ye Xipo saw Zhao Qing walking over from outside with his head down.

Ye Xipo was puzzled: "Brother Zhao, what's wrong with you?" ”

Zhao Qing said with a bitter face: "What else, I was just reprimanded by my father, saying that I didn't study seriously, and punished me for not being allowed to leave the house before the start of Luming Academy." ”

Ye Xipo was trying to comfort him after hearing this.

Suddenly, Zhao Qing changed his previous gloom, "But I said that Brother Ye, who wrote 'Ten Thousand Miles of Long Wind and Autumn Tong', came to me, and my father released me, hahaha." ”

Hearing this, Ye Xipo's head was full of black lines, and his feelings were using me as a shield.

"Okay, Brother Ye, let's go."

"Okay, Brother Ye, let's go!" Zhao Qing saw that the situation was not good, and quickly changed the topic.

"Where are you going?" Ye Xipo pressed the thought of beating him and asked in a deep voice.

Zhao Qing opened the fan in his hand with a "poof", "Of course it's a bookstore, I've already made an appointment with Wang Zhong, wait for the bookstore to gather." ”

As for why Ye Xipo came to the door just now, Zhao Qing had already informed Wang Zhong.

That's because Zhao Jiapanheng has been in Hangzhou City for hundreds of years, if you want to, when Ye Xipo just appeared at the gate of Hangzhou City, Zhao Qing could know, but that was naked surveillance, so the news of Ye Xipo's return was only told to Zhao Qing by the money manager last night.

Passing through the long hallway, a few people went out of the door.

"Third Young Master." Seeing Zhao Qing come out, the slave guarding the door bowed down to say hello.

"A few of you have heard it, and Brother Ye can come in directly in the future, do you hear?" Zhao Qing pointed at Ye Xipo and said to a few slaves.

"Yes, the villain knows."

Hearing this, Zhao Qing nodded with satisfaction, and then walked outside with Ye Xipo.

This time, they didn't take the carriage, the two walked towards the bookstore, and they were still far away from the bookstore, when Ye Xipo saw Wang Zhong who was reading a book inside.

Joy Bookstore

That's the name of the shop, and there are three or five people in the shop who are picking out books.

"Brother Wang." As soon as Zhao Qing entered the store, he shouted loudly, causing the people who were reading books in the bookstore to look at each other angrily.

Looking at everyone's eyes, Zhao Qing said stupidly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." ”

Ye Xipo snickered on the side, telling you to use me as a shield.

Wang Zhong heard the voice and put down the book and walked over, "Let's go up to the second floor and talk." So saying, he walked ahead and led the way.

After several people went up to the second floor, Wang Zhong glanced at the middle-aged man beside him and introduced: "This is the shopkeeper of Lewei Bookstore, surnamed Wang, Brother Ye, you can talk to him." ”

Wang Zhong is not very good at these transactions, so he will leave it to Ye Xipo to talk about it himself, anyway, he will not suffer a loss if he is there, looking at Wang Zhong pressuring on the side, and the shopkeeper Wang is secretly complaining on the side, the little ancestor has not suffered a loss, but your family has suffered.

Although there was pressure from Wang Zhong, the shopkeeper Wang still did not talk about business indiscriminately, after all, this is related to his performance, and he can't be treated sloppily.

In the end, after handing over the manuscript of the White Snake Biography to the shopkeeper Wang, the final result was agreed, first giving Ye Xipo a deposit of one hundred taels of silver, and then the work bookstore responsible for copying the script was also packaged, but the money from the sale was divided into four or six parts, six for the bookstore, and four for Ye Xipo.

"Shopkeeper Wang, you can't do this, Brother Ye's words are so exciting, why don't you have to divide them into fifty." Zhao Qing was uneven on the side.

"Zhao Gongzi, it is a fee to find someone to copy each book, and the small shop is really not profitable." Shopkeeper Wang said with an ugly face.

Hearing this, Ye Xipo was shocked, because he suddenly remembered that the Tang Dynasty didn't seem to have movable type printing, if this was invented, I was afraid it would cause a sensation, Ye Xipo couldn't help but secretly think.

"Brother Ye, what do you want?" Zhao Qing's hand dangled in front of Ye Xipo's eyes.

"Ah, what?"

"Shopkeeper Wang asked you to sign the contract." Zhao Qing said speechlessly.

When Ye Xipo walked out of the bookstore with a silver ticket of one hundred taels, his head was still dizzy, after all, the money in the family may not add up to one hundred taels now.

After putting away the silver ticket closely, he saw someone whispering a few words in Wang Zhong's ear, and then Wang Zhong asked the two: "There is a poetry meeting in West Lake, do you want to take a look?" ”

"Poetry Society? Brother Ye, Brother Wang, let's go quickly. After Zhao Qing heard Wang Zhong's words, he urged a few people.

"Is there anything in the poetry club that Brother Zhao is looking forward to?" Ye Xipo asked Zhao Qing who was pushing the two of them away suspiciously.

"Of course, every time a poetry meeting is held, there are many famous ladies who show off, and they will definitely be able to feast their eyes at that time." Saying that, Zhao Qing also showed a smile like a pig brother.

Wang Zhong and Ye Xipo had such expressions on their faces, although they had only been together for a few days, Zhao Qing's character had been thoroughly understood, and in modern terms, it was boring.

Several people came to the West Lake along the way, and the poetry meeting was not on the water surface of the West Lake, but in a small forest on the shore.

The trees are very tall and lush, the sun shines on the ground through the gap between the leaves, and when they arrive at Ye Xipo, the poetry meeting has not officially begun, and everyone sits on the ground, quite the style of the ancient Wei and Jin celebrities.

At this time, although the Tang Dynasty was open to the people, after all, she was a woman in the boudoir, so she was self-contained, separated from the scholars, and it was clearly distinguished.

The poetry club was organized by the scholars themselves, so there are still a lot of scholars who don't know each other, and it's not usually that there are no people who are indiscriminate, but the poetry club was revealed at the beginning, just to add laughter to everyone.

Although Wang Zhong is a prodigy and the son of the prefect, he is only fourteen years old now, and it is not yet time to behead and show his horns, so he didn't cause any sensation when he came.

The poetry meeting started very calmly, unexpectedly quickly, but it was taken for granted.

A scholar walked in front of everyone, "Everyone, the main purpose of this poetry meeting is to exchange and learn from each other, I hope everyone will not fight for a while, let's throw bricks and lead the jade down!" ”

The young scholar was in high spirits, and slowly chanted in front of everyone:

"The late days are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants.

The mud melts and flies the swallows, and the sand warms the mandarin ducks.

The river is more than white, and the mountains are blue and flowery.

This spring has passed and passed, and when is the year of return. ”

After chanting a poem, the young man stood with his hands in his hands and said modestly: "Please also appreciate the axe." ”

Although he said it very modestly, but a youthful arrogance flashed in his eyes, this poem he had been preparing for a long time, as the opening lottery of this poetry meeting, except for the unknown boy a few days ago, the autumn words can be compared, I am afraid that there are not many people present who can do better.