Ye Xiaotian held the wine glass in his hand quite imposingly, took a sip, went deep into his throat, and reset the glass. The drink is very Chinese-style.

With one foot on the stool, Ye Xiaotian, who had finished drinking, picked up the pen and stirred it heavily in the inkstone. Wu Da on the side twitched, this little bastard even ignored writing, revealing the essence of his bastard.

Ye Xiaotian was half-dressed, drinking wine, and writing on the paper in front of him, very heroic and free, this style seems to be very Wei and Jin literati?

No, it still clearly reveals his illiterate temperament, as well as his reckless spirit as if he had just gone to the water and Boliang Mountain.

After writing the two words, Ye Xiaotian frowned and sighed: "It's so ugly!" ”

Then without hesitation, he crumpled it up and threw it on the ground.

Take another sip and rewrite it.

And then...... Continue to knead the dough and throw it on.

Wu Da wanted to cry in distress, hurriedly squatted on the ground and picked up the paper that Ye Xiaotian had rubbed off, and while spreading it out, he complained distressedly: "Lang Jun, I can't help it." The price of rice paper in the West Market is sky-high, and you are doing it like this! “

Ye Xiaotian was already a little drunk in his eyes, and glanced at Wu Da: "Hey, when the master goes out, he will open a paper workshop, and sell it at one-third of the market price, so that those bastards who raise the price of paper will drink the northwest wind!" ”

As we all know, Cai Lun, a eunuch in the Eastern Han Dynasty, had already invented papermaking. At first, it was only hemp paper, but after hundreds of years of improvement, by the time of Zhenguan, the quality of the paper had improved greatly compared to the original hemp paper.

But the price was still as expensive as gold, and the paper at that time, that is, those high-ranking officials and famous families had Ye Xiaotian's profligate tone.

Listening to Ye Xiaotian's words, Wu turned his head, and originally wanted to follow Ye Xiaotian's words and say a few words, 'Lang Jun is talented, has the world in his heart, and admires him'.

But looking at Ye Xiaotian's slightly swaying body, as well as the slight drunkenness in his eyes, Wu Da smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Lang Jun, don't make trouble!" ”

Ye Xiaotian looked at the disdain in Wu Da's eyes and the contempt in his tone, took two steps forward, grabbed Wu Da's collar, and stared at Ye Xiaotian viciously: "You don't believe it? ”

Wu Da's expression was very hideous, and he said obediently: "I believe it!" ”

"If you speak so with such a clear conscience, you are not afraid of being struck by lightning?" Ye Xiaotian stared at Wu Da's distorted face and asked with a sneer.

"Rather than being struck to death by you, my chances of being struck by lightning are even smaller." Wu Da behaved very blessly.

Ye Xiaotian suddenly felt a little funny, let go of Wu Da's collar and sat upright, and said something that he thought was a bastard before: "Do you know who I am?" “

Wu San shook his head, although he knew that Ye Xiaotian could get along with the second son of the Fang Xiang family, but this son did not have a trace of powerful temperament.

His family himself has been to it today, and there is an ordinary second-entry courtyard next to the West Market, and the shops facing the street in front of it should be rented out. I have to say that the shop that was rented out was very popular. The storyteller's Pan Jinlian's amorous waves/swings, that lifelike charming...... It doesn't matter.

Looking at Wu Da shaking his head, Ye Xiaotian was a little frustrated: "You really don't know? ”

Wu Da continued to shake his head.

"Haven't you ever been to 'Scholar' and listened to a book?"

"This villain has been there, and I have to say that the shopkeeper of that bookstore can be described as talented, shocking the past and the present. The book of the Golden Vase Plum...... Tsk, Meidi is very! Although Wu Da said that he had read books for a few years, he was at a literacy level, and he really couldn't think of any high-end adjectives, so he had to sigh and praise with the most down-to-earth words.

Ye Xiaotian was very complacent, and said proudly: "The shopkeeper of that bookstore ......"

Without waiting for Ye Xiaotian to finish speaking, Wu Da immediately understood: "Oh, presumably Lang Jun and the shopkeeper of the bookstore should have a good relationship!" ”

Ye Xiaotian's head was full of black lines.

In fact, Wu Da can't be blamed for this, after all, anyone who sees Ye Xiaotian's bastard style will not associate it with the word 'talented'.

"Lao Tzu is the shopkeeper of that bookstore!" Ye Xiaotian couldn't bear it anymore.

Wu Da's eyes widened, and he had a ghostly expression: "You are?" ”

"Isn't it like?" Ye Xiaotian's words were full of murderous intent.

"Like!"

If Wu San didn't look aggrieved when he said this, Ye Xiaotian would have been a little satisfied.

With a sigh, Ye Xiaotian once again picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it all: "If you want to put your heart into Yaoqin, there are few bosom friends, and who will listen to the broken strings." “

Hearing this, Wu Da's eyes lit up, this sadness, this desolation...... Tsk, Meidi is very!

"Lang Jun is really the bookish shopkeeper!" Wu Da said this time very affirmatively.

Ye Xiaotian was calm, and glanced at Wu Da who was full of admiration: "Believe it?" ”

"How can I not believe it, I have always heard that the scholarly shopkeeper once conquered hundreds of prostitutes in Pingkangfang with wonderful and beautiful poetry, and they competed to dedicate themselves!"

Ye Xiaotian's forehead was bruised, damn it, the Tang Dynasty was also full of gossip? This is not the truth! Lao Tzu didn't taste the sweetness at all, okay?

Wu Da then sighed with a stunning face: "I want Lang Jun's chrysanthemum to be full of wounds...... It's really true, Meidi is very! ”

Ye Xiaotian was furious: "Why do you mention this stubble one or two, you are only chrysanthemum remnants, and your whole family is chrysanthemum remnants!" ”

……

Ye Xiaotian was very drunk, and wrote the contract with a brush in his hand.

After writing it, he glanced at it with satisfaction and handed it to Wu Da: "No, it's signed!" “

Wu Dahu glanced at the contract handed over by Ye Xiaotian suspiciously, and smiled: "Lang Jun, don't make trouble!" ”

Starting a paper workshop? Or nineteen percent? Give me one percent for no reason? I'm so good at being a man, you dare to lie to me?

Ye Xiaotian, who was very drunk, couldn't help but say that he took Wu Da's hand and was very affectionate...... Bites it.

……

Wu Da's face was a little pale, and his fingers were still aching. This little bastard in front of him is really not a human being, doesn't he just get a bloody fingerprint? I'm about to bite off my fingers!

Wu Da sighed, he can't be as knowledgeable as a drunken teenager! The main thing is that this bastard is too heavy-mouthed. Wu Dawo was in the corner, looking at the crazy Ye Xiaotian cautiously as if he was on guard against a mad dog, and he was terrified!

Ye Xiaotian was still laughing wildly with the contract, and said very arrogantly: "Tomorrow, you will go to my house to buy land and build a workshop with money!" “

Wu Da said cautiously: "Lang Jun, does that cost a lot of money?" ”

Ye Xiaotian, a local tyrant, waved his hand: "My family has nothing else now, but it is rich, and it is all scolding to say that the master is a thousand households!" ”

Tsk, look at the posture of this nouveau riche! Chang'an, where there are as many powerful as dogs, do you dare to blow up your hair even if you have a thousand households?

Wu Da weighed his physical condition and how crazy Ye Xiaotian was. Smile wisely and nod 'En'! The smile is like a spring breeze.

Ye Xiaotian was happy, and went up to pull up Wu Da, who was squatting in the corner: "Come, drink!" Happy working together! ”

Wu Da trembled and picked up his wine glass, stared at the contract in Ye Xiaotian's arms, and said tentatively: "Lang Jun, will it be too expensive for you to cooperate with me?" “

Ye Xiaotian smiled at the sky.

Swing the pen again and stir it into the inkstone:

Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone.

Wu Da's eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw the rumored romantic genius in Pingkangfang, Chang'an City, making poems on the spot!

"Lang Jun's poem has courage! Read and lift your breath! ”

Ye Xiaotian frowned and stared at the words he wrote: "It's so ugly!" ”

Thanks to Wu Da's timeliness, otherwise he would have been ruined by the little bastard in front of him.