Xu Qilin probably guessed what Tang Yiyi meant, as if he was begging himself to get a good poem to overpower that little blessing.

"I'm just a shallow learner, how can I recite any poems?" Xu Qilin shook his head lightly and politely refused.

Tang Yiyi didn't give up, stared at Xu Qilin with wonderful eyes, and said: "Xu Lang's two couplets just now are indeed excellent, why don't you want to help the slave family?" If there is a good song, Xiaobo's matter will be solved, and the slave family will go to the courtyard to explain to the false mother, what is the difficulty in getting the deed of sale? ”

When Xiaobo heard this, his blue eyes lit up, he stretched out his hand to wrap his arm around Xu Qilin, pushed it gently, and begged softly: "Xu Xiaolang, you just agree!" Pity the poor slave family, don't let the slave family go back, and help Sister Yiyi. Promise, please......"

This little crooked kernel will still be tired of making people angry, Xu Qilin was begged like this, and he really didn't have the hard heart to say anything to refuse.

"Let me think about it, let me think about it—" Xu Qilin stroked his forehead to stabilize his mood shaken by Xiaobo.

When it comes to poetry, later generations will easily come up with nothing more than the most catchy and popular famous sentences. But it's really difficult to memorize the whole article backwards.

Therefore, Xu Qilin has to sort out and recall. First of all, children must memorize poems, and I thought of so many poems; Elementary school, then junior high school, high school? You don't have to, you have one in junior high school.

In fact, it is still an old problem, and it has to be appropriate, and the allusions involved cannot be something that does not exist now.

For example, what are you doing "Red Cliff Nostalgia", "Difficult to Walk" and the like, isn't it a disease-free moan? Besides, it's not suitable for a woman like a prostitute to sing!

Xu Qilin laughed twice and said, "As for this poem, I forgot which unique fragment I saw it in." Although the poet is unknown, and his life is lonely, and he has died, if his poems can be circulated, it can be regarded as a sign of our respect. ”

Tang Yiyi said with his head on his chin: "What Xu Lang said is extremely true. Born nameless, his poems should be passed down to the world, and must not be annihilated. ”

Xu Qilin knew that Tang Yiyi was eager to ask for poetry, and whatever he said was what he said. Anyway, if the lie is told out, believe it or not, anyway, if he believes it, it will be done.

Walking to the table next to him, on the white paper, Xu Qilin put down his pen like flying, "The vast and sorrowful day is slanting, and the whip is pointing to the end of the world." Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers".

If this poem puts aside the poet's life experience and historical background, and only talks about sorrow and the pursuit of beautiful things, it can't find anything wrong.

Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. Tang Yiyi was immediately attracted by the last two sentences,

Ancient poets described falling flowers, one is to complain about birds, blame the east wind, sigh the years, face the falling flowers, sigh and sigh. However, this poem is in the midst of decay, showing a high-spirited spirit, which is extremely rare.

"Good poetry, wonderful poetry." Tang Yiyi held the poem manuscript in his hand, recited it several times, couldn't put it down, and only after a while did he remember to bow down to Xu Qilin, "Thank you Xu Lang for giving the poem, the slave family is really fortunate for three lives." ”

"If Mrs. Tang wants to thank you, thank the unknown poet." Xu Qilin stepped forward and stretched out his hand to help him, reiterating once again that he did not write it.

Tang Yiyi got up, still excited. The two were very close, she couldn't help it, and lowered her head and pecked Xu Qilin's forehead.

Xu Qilin was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing, he actually made the young lady light, and reached out and scratched her head a little embarrassed, wondering if it was enough to come back.

Tang Yiyi also had a flying glow on her face, fortunately, she felt that she was four or five years older than Xu Qilin, and she just thought that Xu Qilin was a little brother, so she quickly cleaned up her mood and said to Xu Qilin: "Xu Lang, go back to the house for a while, and the slave family will go to get Xiaobo's deed of sale and send it to the house immediately." ”

"Is that all right?" Xu Qilin felt that things were too simple and a little uncertain, but in fact, he underestimated the Tang people's fanatical love for poetry.

Don't say it's a singer * prostitute who is literate and hyphenates, knows the rhythm of music, and can distinguish between good and bad poetry. It is a robber who robs, and the stories recorded in the history books also send money to the poet and ask for poems!

Tang Yiyi got the poem and left in a hurry. Xu Qilin ate and drank for a while before taking Xiaobo out of the private room and returning to Xu's mansion.

It has been three days since Xu Qilin returned to Chang'an, and he was just in time for Tubo to rob the princess's daughter-in-law, and the court and the central government were busy.

Xu Hui also knew that Li Er had no leisure, and he was afraid that His Majesty would be in a bad mood, so it was really not a good time for his younger brother to enter the palace to pay a visit. Therefore, she sent someone to spread the word, asking the younger brother to prepare for his life at home, and then come to see the summons when the palace stopped.

In the past three days, Xu Qilin did not make any preparations for entering the palace, but was busy investing in the restaurant and doubling the fragrance for Boss Xu's sales point.

In Xu Qilin's mind, the wealthy high-roller was most likely a relative of a nobleman in the palace. In other words, the marketing strategy of endorsement by the elder sister Xu Hui was successful.

And as time passed, from royalty to magnates, to the rich, the popularity of the fragrance was almost certain.

However, Xu Qilin is not ready to expand production, and only maintains a monthly output of 300 bottles of medium and small bottles, which is already three times the number of the first batch on the shelves.

Only when supply exceeds demand can the price of perfume be maintained; If there is an oversupply of mass production, there will be a backlog or a decline in profits, but the gains outweigh the losses.

High-end goods are to be rare and expensive, and they will have to be purchased in limited quantities in the future, or even booked in advance, which is tall and precious.

Even those customers who buy goods should feel more dignified. is like a woman carrying an expensive and ugly brand-name bag in later generations, isn't it just a show?

The production and sales of fragrance is a strategy that has been thought of for a long time, but Xu Qilin does not need to bother too much. It's just that the expansion and innovation of this restaurant really need him to use his brains.

said that it was a restaurant, but Xu Qilin wanted to transform it into an entertainment venue similar to that of Goolan Washe in the Song Dynasty. What blowing, playing, singing, vaudeville performances, music art commentary, sumo wrestling, puppet shows, etc.

Why don't you have a great dream like Lord Wei, build the largest Lichun Courtyard, and communicate with the female artists of the Tang Dynasty from time to time? It's not that Xu Qilin doesn't want to, it's that he doesn't dare, for fear of being beaten by his sister and not being able to take care of himself.

Therefore, he can only contribute to Datang's cultural and entertainment career, and also make his life more fun.

Xu Qilin drew drawings of reconstruction and decoration on paper, and Xiaobo served obediently on the side, pouring water and fighting the wind, and was diligent.

But the little girl is still a little apprehensive, and she is always a little uneasy when the deed of sale has not arrived. Serving here, his eyes looked out of the door from time to time, waiting for Tang Yiyi's arrival.