"Brother Yuanli, let's talk about something directly." Xu Xian doesn't talk nonsense.

Li Yuanli faked a cough a little embarrassed and said, "Then the foolish brother will say it directly." This year's Mid-Autumn Festival, Brother Yu will participate in the Shoushan Poetry Club. It's just that the foolish brother hasn't prepared the Mid-Autumn Festival poems yet, so, so ......"

In the end, he showed a flattering smile to Xu Xian, and the meaning was self-evident.

"What kind of poetry do you want?" Xu Xian asked calmly.

Li Yuanli rubbed his hands a little nervously, and said with a sneer: "Naturally, it is a poem related to the Mid-Autumn Festival." ”

"I mean, what kind of poetry do you want?" Xu Xian said.

"It's best to have a poem similar to "Drinking the Lake After the First Sunny Day." Li Yuanli said immediately.

Xu Xian said lightly: "Three thousand taels." ”

"Three, three thousand taels?!" Li Yuanli's eyes widened, his mouth opened, and his whole body jumped.

He expected that Xu Xian would raise the price, estimated that it would be about 1,000 taels of silver, but he didn't expect Xu Xian to open his mouth and ask for ten times the price at once.

Xu Xian smiled slightly and said, "Do you think it's too expensive?" It's not expensive at all. Like "Drinking the Lake After the First Sunny Rain", it is a famous poem that can be spread all over the world. I didn't regret selling it to you for three hundred taels, after all, I was in dire need of money at that time. But now it's different, I don't need money urgently, so of course a good poem has to have a good price. ”

Li Yuanli was speechless, the poem "Drinking the Lake After the First Sunshine and the Rain" was indeed a big bargain for him.

"But I really need a good poem." He looked at Xu Xiandao with begging eyes.

The Mid-Autumn Festival was a crucial moment for him to consolidate the fame he had gained some time ago, and he was very, very in need of a good poem to prove himself in public again.

Xu Xian said: "Inferior poems, do you want them?" One thousand taels. ”

After all, there are countless poems in the library in my mind, and in addition to those famous poems, there are also countless unknown ordinary poems. He basically doesn't know how to use those ordinary poems, so it's not bad to use them and sell them to Li Yuanli for a little money.

"What level?" Li Yuanli asked.

Xu Xian smiled: "At least you can get out of the county." ”

Li Yuanli hesitated and struggled for a while, gritted his teeth, and then said, "I want to read the poem first." ”

"No problem." Xu Xian replied easily.

Now is different from the past, and he is not worried at all that Li Yuanli will dare to snatch his poems.

Then he walked over to the desk and removed the brush, but there was no ink on the inkstone.

"Sharpen me some ink." He said to Li Yuanli, who was standing next to him, and then closed his eyes and searched for suitable poems in the library in his mind.

Li Yuan is a talented man in the hall, and Xu Xian is more than ten years older, so he has to grind ink for Xu Xian aggrievedly.

After the ink was polished, Xu Xian also found a suitable poem, so he dipped the brush in the ink, and then quickly wrote a poem on a piece of white rice paper.

After writing the poem, Xu Xian moved out of the way and let Li Yuanli read the poem.

He didn't pit Li Yuanli, although this poem is not a famous poem through the ages, it is also a good poem, enough to spread all over the state capital, enough for Li Yuanli to be in the limelight not too much.

Of course, Li Yuanli, the head poem of the Mid-Autumn Festival, does not need to be delusional, the head poem can only be his.

Li Yuanli carefully tasted this freshly baked poem, and his eyes lit up, because this poem was indeed much better than the poems he had written after searching his intestines and meditating these days.

"Okay, I want this poem!" Li Yuanli said with some excitement, and immediately took out the prepared silver ticket, one thousand taels.

The thousand taels were all his savings and loans.

Xu Xian took the silver ticket, pointed to his poem and said, "Take it." ”

Li Yuanli carefully dried the ink, and then carefully folded the poem and put it in his arms.

"It's late at night, and the foolish brother won't disturb your rest." Li Yuanli said goodbye.

Xu Xian nodded: "Okay." I'll send you. ”

So, Xu Xian sent Li Yuanli to the gate.

"Brother Yuanli, next time if you need it, just look for the younger brother." When parting, Xu Xian smiled and groaned.

Li Yuanli is stumbling, Lao Tzu's hard-earned money is all for you!

Xu Xian closed the door and turned to go back, Li Gongfu had already come out of the house.

"How?" Li Gongfu approached Xu Xian and asked in a low voice.

Xu Xian smiled and said, "One thousand taels." ”

"Hiss-" Li Gongfu suddenly gasped, and completely admired Xu Xian.

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Ten days later, the long-awaited Mid-Autumn Festival finally arrived, and Muyang Academy closed one day in advance, so that students who were far away from home could go home for reunion.

"Xu Xian, I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and a family reunion." Before parting, Tang Wanrong said to Xu Xian.

When the two were talking, Tang Wanrong deliberately took a step or two away.

Xu Xian also gradually noticed that Tang Wanrong had deliberately kept his distance from him recently, although he was a little lost in his heart, and he didn't quite understand why Tang Wanrong was like this, but he was also relieved.

He still wants to see his White Lady, if he gets along with Tang Wanrong, how can he have the face to go to West Lake to meet the White Lady for a thousand years?

He smiled and said, "Tongle, I also wish you well." ”

"Farewell." Tang Wanrong arched his hand.

Xu Xian also arched his hand and said: "Pay attention to safety on the way." ”

Next, Tang Wanrong didn't seem to have any nostalgia and turned around to board the carriage, and then instructed the coachman to ride away.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is a day for family reunions in the world, but the Xu Xian family is not.

Li Gongfu, as the head catcher of the Yamen, had to patrol with other catchers to maintain law and order on unusual days such as the Mid-Autumn Festival.

As for Xu Xian, he participated in the Zhilan Poetry Club at night and couldn't be at home.

Therefore, the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion dinner was eaten at noon.

In the evening, the night falls, the lanterns are on, the whole county is lively and noisy, the lights are displayed in front of every house, and the people on the street are rubbing shoulders one after another, and the water is so crowded that the water is impassable.

Qiantang County has a large population, and at this moment there is a large group of tourists who come to the West Lake to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival.

At this moment, it seems that everyone in the world is crowded here.

Before Xu Xian was ready to leave, the Zhilan Poetry Club had already sent a two-horse luxury carriage to wait for a long time.

After all, the Zhilan Poetry Club is a poetry meeting that has only started this year, although a huge amount of money has been invested, but other poetry clubs have burned a lot of money for the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club, or even more, plus they have spent too much money on Xu Xian, so in addition to Xu Xian, the talents of the Zhilan Poetry Club are also two famous talents.

After all, in the eyes of scholars and talents, fame is more important than profit, and being famous is naturally conducive to sending it to the door, while being rich is not necessarily famous.

Many scholars and talented people would rather pay money to participate in the Shoushan Poetry Club than participate in an unfamous poetry club for money.

Therefore, Xu Xian is very important to the Zhilan Poetry Society.

The carriage left Xu Xian's house and drove all the way in the direction of West Lake.

It turned out that the Zhilan Poetry Club was held on the West Lake, and four painting boats were rented and connected together.

This is not a maverick of the Zhilan Poetry Society, and other poetry clubs are basically held on the West Lake.

Arriving at a crowded wharf on the shore of the West Lake, Ji Gao personally greeted Xu Xian to board the painting boat of the Zhilan Poetry Society.

On the way, Ji Gao whispered in Xu Xian's ear and pleaded: "Young Master Xu, I'm counting on you tonight." ”

"Don't worry, you guys have the first poem reward." Xu Xian said with a smile.

When Ji Gao heard this, he smiled forcefully, but he was even more worried in his heart. It's too arrogant, how can it be like a humble and mediocre talent? Half a bucket of water shook loudly.