Seeing that Ning Zhiyuan bought more than a dozen large and small Dan furnaces and came back, the Li family brothers all looked at him with strange expressions, and when they saw him put salt and stones and sand in to practice, Li Dingfang couldn't help but speak.

"Zhiyuan, what are you doing here?" His face was a little displeased, if Ning Zhiyuan was really addicted to alchemy, then it would be meaningless to do disaster relief now.

Ning Zhiyuan said: "Dingfang, if you want to go there, how can there be any immortality, I won't be so confused, I have another use." ”

Li Dingfang put his mind at ease and stopped asking, and the reason why Ning Zhiyuan didn't say it was because he didn't know how to say it at all, and he would naturally know when he made it.

The alchemy furnace of the Ming Dynasty was actually quite advanced, which had a lot to do with Emperor Jiajing's addiction to pills, which greatly promoted the development of the ancient chemical industry, and it was not all a bad thing. Rather thought interestingly.

More than a dozen Dan furnaces operate all day, Ning Zhiyuan found a few trustworthy people to watch, a practice is a whole day, and every time before the fire is lit, he is full of confidence, and after the fire is turned off, he feels congested when he looks at the sticky lumps of things in the Dan furnace.

And more than half of the month's disaster relief has passed, and more and more people have been recruited, Ning Zhiyuan once again feels that he is short of money again, and now his daily expenditure has reached fifty taels of silver, and if this continues, when it comes to a month, everyone can only drink the northwest wind.

It has been more than two months since I came to this world, and I remember that I could only drink light gruel with Xing Yuan when I first came, and my life is good enough.

Ning Zhiyuan knew that all these changes were because of the Qinhuai River, and he had to make another amount of money today.

What a sin, a sin!

Qinhuai River, Meixiang Temple.

The reason why I don't go to the home courtyard is just because there is a great poetry event here in Meixiangyuan today, and it is said that people with heads and faces in Jinling City will come, and the few famous sentences and the identity of Xie Yuan that he is doing now are also interesting enough, so he received an invitation.

Ning Zhiyuan was very happy. How could such a large-scale occasion for making money be without him?

took out the invitation and handed it to the little guy at the door, Ning Zhiyuan was about to enter the door.

"Brother Ning," just as Ning Zhiyuan wanted to go in, someone stopped him from behind.

"Brother Li." Ning Zhiyuan looked like a person, it was Li Ying, the son of Yin of Nanjing Mansion.

"Congratulations to Zhongjie Yuan, as I expected, why didn't you say goodbye last time? And then for so long, my brother didn't wait for you in the homecoming, I didn't expect to meet here today, how about going in with me. Li Ying said.

Ning Zhiyuan said, "That's very good. ”

"And last time, when I came out, I happened to see Brother Li doing his hand to the beauty, so I said goodbye, hehe." Ning Zhiyuan said with a smile.

"Haha, Brother Ning, please." Li Ying listened, but he didn't care at all.

Meixiangin is not necessarily better than Guijiayuan, but its popularity is really higher.

After taking a seat, Ning Zhiyuan looked around with Li Ying's introduction, "That's Taicang Zhang Pu, but one of the founders of the famous Fushe, next to him is Hou Fangyu, the son of Hubu Shangshu."

Suddenly, Li Ying patted his head and said, took out a letter and said, "Brother Ning, there is a letter handed over to me by my father here, saying that it was written by the old man to you." ”

Ning Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, took the envelope and looked at it, four strong and powerful big characters, Zhiyuan relatives. After thinking about it, I was a little puzzled, I have an old person who can know Ying Tianfu Yin?

Let's go back and talk about it!

Listening to the famous names of later generations coming out of Li Ying's mouth, Ning Zhiyuan was very calm in his heart, in his opinion, these scholars in the late Ming Dynasty were the main reason for misleading the country, he despised it very much, and there was still a faint smile on his face.

"See each other again in the depths of the Qu Lang, even the tears and tremble" sounded, Ning Zhiyuan was a little stunned, Liu Ruyi's voice, this is the poppy beauty he made in the homecoming courtyard, which has been composed.

"It seems that Brother Ning is going to be in the limelight today." Li Ying said with a smile on the side.

Ning Zhiyuan felt that this was a very special person, with a gentlemanly habit, but without a gentleman's temper, he could have a relationship.

smiled slightly and didn't speak, and looked at Liu Rus, who was playing the piano.

"Brother Li, do you know who today's poems will be inspired by?" Ning Zhiyuan asked suddenly, he was a little curious in his heart, even Liu Ru, who was not from Meixiangyuan, was here, and there were so many big people.

"Zhou Daodeng retired, and a group of people who were full and had nothing to do set up this poetry club." Li Ying whispered.

Ning Zhiyuan responded calmly, but his heart seemed to be rolling up a stormy wave. Then he smiled wryly, does it have anything to do with me?

Zhou Daodeng accepted the thirteen-year-old Liu Ru as a concubine in history, and at the age of fourteen, he was kicked out of the house because he was framed for adultery and returned to the family, until he married Qian Qianyi at the age of twenty.

I have done what I should do, but my power is too small.

Annoyance, looking at Liu Rus, Ning Zhiyuan drank a glass of wine. Liu Ruyi's eyes looked over at this time, looking at each other, but Ning Zhiyuan felt as if he had seen an abnormality in Liu Ruyi's eyes.

An old man in his fifties stood up at this time, presumably this was Zhou Daodeng, because Ning Zhiyuan, who had been staring at him, really found that he had glanced at Liu Ru is more.

"The old man resigned and went into hiding, thanks to all my colleagues who are here to see me off, thank you." Zhou Dao Dengyan.

Ning Zhiyuan felt a chill in his heart, he could be someone else's grandfather at his age, and he still thought about others.

"The old man will start a lottery first, 'If you don't have a shame for the class, who can bend low to the dust.' Qingshan has to go and return, and the official position has come and gone. 'Haha, everyone, come on. ”

Everyone shouted in unison, and even Ning Zhiyuan thought this poem was good. Immediately after that, some people began to write poems.

"In Xia Zhang Pu, 'Shengri seeks Fangsi waterfront, and the boundless scenery is new. Waiting for leisure to know the east wind side, thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always spring. ’”

Ning Zhiyuan thought that the founder of the Restoration Society was still a bit literary, at least the poems were better than those written by Zhou Daodeng.

"In the Lower Domain"

Everyone made a poem for good or bad, which is the bad taste of the ancients, and even Li Ying wrote a fairly improvised.

Ning Zhiyuan just felt very bad in his heart, Li Ying pulled him a few times, but he didn't react, this situation was extremely abrupt in the quiet hall at this time.

"Brother Li, who is this?" Hou Fangyu frowned and said unhappily, Zhou Daodeng is his father's colleague, and today's poetry meeting was also held by him with great difficulty, how can he let this unknown person be destroyed?

"Oh, this is the genius who wrote the poppy beauty that Miss Liu sang just now, Ning Zhiyuan and Ning Xie Yuan." Li Ying introduced, his tone lukewarm. Obviously, Hou Fangyu belongs to the kind of person who has nothing to do in his eyes.

"It turned out to be a township test to solve the yuan, if that's the case, then why don't you write poetry." Hou Fangyu's tone was still very bad, and his attitude obviously did not improve because of Ning Zhiyuan's talent, but there was a faint jealousy in his heart.

"May I ask this son, do you have to write poetry?" Ning Zhiyuan suddenly asked, for Hou Fangyu, he owes the slightest favor, a hypocrite.

"That's nature, it's always been that way." Hou Fangyu replied, in his opinion, Ning Zhiyuan is already difficult to ride a tiger, Zhuyu is in front, can he make a better poem than this? There is also this Xie Yuan, which is one every three years in various places, which is not too rare.

"Zhou Shilang, Zhiyuan is a villager in the countryside, he doesn't know the rules, and he still wants to see it, so he will make up for it." Ning Zhiyuan ignored Hou Fangyu and said to Zhou Daodeng.