The shopkeeper stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Everyone, wait a moment for me to read, oh, this poem is called "Untitled, It's Difficult to Say Goodbye When You Meet." It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless. The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry. The shopkeeper stopped again.

"Don't stop, shopkeeper! Go on. "Yes! It's so unappetizing for you to be so unappetizing, I won't be able to wait next time. "Yes! Don't wait, I'll pay for it. “

The young lady on the second floor was also frowning.

The shopkeeper was really angry when he saw it: "The following is: Xiaojing but the clouds and temples are changed, and the night chant should feel the cold moonlight." There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent to visit. "Good, good poetry". There was a round of applause below

The shopkeeper's face turned rosy in the face of the warm applause, as if the applause at this time was cheering for him.

The shopkeeper pressed his hand: "Then let the fan seller talk about it." “

Xiao Er invited the merchant leader to the high platform, and the merchant leader saluted the surroundings, "Xiao Ke's surname is Zhang, and today I am asking someone to sell a batch of fans in Juxian Building, these fans are not only easy to carry, but also have poems and paintings on them, today only sell the fans of this poem, this fan is only fifty pairs, and I hope you will come to open tomorrow in the Youzhou Commercial Hall." "How much do these fans sell for?" Someone asked, and this person asked the question that everyone wanted to ask: "These poetry fans sell for 20 gold for a handful, and landscape paintings sell for 10 gold for a handful." Zhang's surname explained

'It's so expensive, isn't it just a fan, how dare you sell it so expensive.' "Yes!"

"Haha, as the saying goes: scarce is expensive, and the poems on this are not something you can buy if you want to." Leader Zhang explained to everyone

"Well, I bought it, give me a handful and I'll see what good poems are on it?" A young man in a Shu robe said, looking at him, he is not an ordinary child of a family. He waved his hand to the servant behind him, and the servant stepped forward and took out twenty gold and gave it to Merchant Zhang, who caught the gold, and someone sent a fan to the young man's table.

The young man took the fan and couldn't wait to open it, and saw that the fan was written: "Linjiang Immortal, Dream After the Floor is High Locked", the dream after the tower is locked, and the curtain hangs low when you wake up. Last year, when the spring hatred came. The falling flowers are independent, and the micro swifts are flying. I remember the first time Apple saw her, and she was very angry. The lutea strings say acacia. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it was back from the clouds.

"Good words, good words, and this word." The young man shouted happily, and as soon as everyone heard this, they immediately gathered around and saw the square font, "What kind of font is this, why have I seen it before?" Why is it unheard of, who is this person named Li Zhen, could it be that he wrote this poem, but why haven't you heard of it, you have heard of it. The crowd shook their heads

"Hey, there's that on the other side." Take the fan to the other side and see: "Three Five Seven Words", the autumn breeze is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves are gathered and scattered, and the jackdaws are frightened. When do you know when you will see each other? It's embarrassing to be on this night! Enter my lovesick door, know that I am lovesick, long-term lovesickness, long-term lovesickness, short-term lovesickness is infinite, I knew that it was so stumbling, how could I not know each other at the beginning. "Okay," everyone said, "bring me a pair." "Give me a pair too." "Don't rob me, I'll have one."

The talented girl on the second floor said a few words to the maidservant, and the maid went downstairs unhappily and said with a grin: "What kind of broken poem, such an expensive lady still wants to buy it?" ”

The lively scene made the shopkeeper's heart itch, watching the money go into other people's pockets, sighing why it wasn't his own.

Merchant Zhang was very happy when he saw it: Haha, it was sold, so many things that were not worth a few dollars were sold, and they were still rushing to ask for it, it would be great if the third master wrote a few more pairs.

After a while, the fan was sold out, and Merchant Zhang chatted with the shopkeeper for a few words, handed out fifty gold and a fan from his pocket to the shopkeeper, turned around and followed the next person