Chapter 5: Street Poetry

Chen Siwei went back about an hour after leaving the house, and the four strong men who followed him were tired and sweaty. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info they didn't know what Chen Siwei bought, anyway, it was all medicinal materials.

As soon as he entered the hospital, someone ran to report to He Yushi, saying that Chen Siwei had gone to six pharmacies in total and bought four large bags of medicinal materials and came back.

They went to the street to collect red copper, which was expected by He Yushi, and Chen Siwei thought that he was clever enough to let his subordinates collect it at a low price, which really made He Yushi laugh.

He went to the pharmacy to buy medicinal materials, which was unexpected by He Yushi, what was the use of buying a large number of medicinal materials? He immediately sent someone to check on the six pharmacies.

The shopkeeper of the six pharmacies was roughly the same as Xiao Er said, Chen Siwei did not take the prescription to catch the medicine, but picked cheap medicinal materials and grabbed the medicine when he saw it.

Listen to Xiao Er's retelling of Chen Siwei's words, 'It doesn't matter what it is, but as long as the price is low, the usual medicine can be used, and it doesn't matter how much, the more the merrier." He Yushi almost burst out laughing, thinking that he had some clever plan to get out of trouble, isn't this just a madman?

It is impossible to get eighty catties of red copper in just three days, not to mention the little Chen Siwei, it is useless to release his father, unless his dead grandfather may have that ability.

"It seems that the kid is ready to be exiled, and he should be going to use those common medicines on the road." Bazi Hu diligently poured a cup of tea for He Yushi, and immediately stood next to him and shook his fan.

"Hmph" He Yushi snorted coldly: "Little Wang Eight Lambs, when the time comes, he will not want to take away a medicine leaf." ”

"That's nature, just these three days?" Bazihu was a little worried, afraid that Chen Siwei would take advantage of the three days to spend all the money in Huai'an Houfu, and if he lost all the money, there would be no oil and water to raid the house.

"Don't worry about him, as long as he doesn't go out of the city, he can do whatever he likes."

"Yes, or is it magnanimity." The eight-character grinning flattery, but somehow provoked Lord Yushi to be angry, and suddenly yelled at him: "Get out!" ”

Yushi, meet, 'dog Yushi eats. The words '' made He Yushi feel that his official name smelled of, and he actually wanted to die and mention the word Yushi in front of him, usually it's okay, just today in Huai'an Houfu made a stomach, don't you know?

Chen Siwei returned to the mansion and found that the sign of 'Huai'an Houfu' had been taken off. Although this title didn't seem to have anything to do with him, he was still a little angry and sad in his heart.

He just glanced at it and walked straight through the door. He entered the house and withdrew the left and right people, leaving only the housekeeper alone. He poured himself a cup of herbal tea, drank a big sip of 'Gu Dong', and was really thirsty after walking for a long time.

It's too late for the "world" housekeeper to stop it, this kind of thing should be waited for by his subordinates, although this faction can't be placed for three days, but it still has to be placed for a while.

"Steward Xu, you come up with your ears." Chen Siwei didn't sit down, just stood and drank a cup of tea in one gulp. The housekeeper walked over and bent down deeply, listening to Chen Siwei's instructions.

"You take people out to collect red copper and some iron in secret, as long as it is iron. The finer the better, preferably iron powder from the blacksmith's shop, as much as you want. ”

"Shi, young master, what's the use of this?"

"Don't say much, don't make a noise, and don't let any outsiders know."

"Yes."

"Go." Chen Siwei waved his hand impatiently, and Steward Xu ran away, went out and called a few small servants, and beat gongs and drums to collect the 'red copper'.

Chen Siwei ordered the door of the house to be wide open, as long as it was in a hurry, no matter who sent what goods, they were not allowed to be interrogated or asked too much, and they were directly led to the courtyard designated by him.

Huai'an Houfu has seven kitchens, large and small, Chen Siwei ran all over but didn't find what he needed, called the person in charge of the warehouse to ask, only to know that the huge Houfu didn't even have a set of distillers for making wine.

He was really tired of walking, and he didn't worry about letting others buy things, so he went out in a sedan chair, ran to a shochu shop, and bought a set of distillation kettles at a high price.

I didn't expect this ancient thing to be so fine, and the craftsmanship is staggering. Chen Siwei sat in a sedan chair carried by four people, wiping the distillation kettle with a silk silk, and felt that ancient life was also quite interesting.

The sound in front was noisy, the sedan chair was getting slower and slower, Chen Siwei opened the sedan curtain and looked out, many people surrounded something, blocking the road.

I had no choice but to stop the sedan car and order someone to inquire about what happened. The next person came back and reported that it was a group of sour showmen chanting poems against the quicklime, and they had to distinguish between the superior and the inferior, which attracted everyone to watch and blocked the road.

Can writing poetry also cause traffic jams? Chen Siwei's cognition has been completely refreshed, is it impossible? He got out of the sedan and squeezed to the front to look.

It turned out that an old man bought two bags of quicklime and was accidentally knocked over by the showmen. The old man didn't let them lose money, but let them pay for the poem, and as a result, they made one song after another, and the old man was not satisfied.

It seems that he can't go home if he can't chant good poems today, Chen Siwei doesn't have time to spend here, but he can't get around, so he coughed lightly and stepped forward to the old man: "Boss, the student is polite." ”

The old man was dressed very brightly, even if he was not an official, he was a wealthy family, and he was quite arrogant. Seeing that Chen Siwei was polite, he first liked it, and bowed slightly: "Well, what do you have to say?" ”

"The student also wants to recite a poem, if he can get the blue eyes of the old man, please sympathize with the hard work of passers-by, and let a few senior brothers go." Chen Siwei is eager to return to his heart and has no other requirements.

The old man heard him say this before he looked around, it turned out that there were so many people around, all of them were Confucian students without talent, the old man saw that the road was blocked, and the sedan chair was impossible to get by, and he also had the intention of getting off the donkey.

"Okay, let's listen." The old man already had a plan in his heart, even if he slipped casually, he would pass the test.

"Thank you, sir." Chen Siwei blurted out without thinking: "Thousands of hammers are carved out of the deep mountains, and the fire is burned as if you are idle." Don't be afraid of broken bones, you have to leave your innocence in the world. ”

"Good!" The old man had already thought about it, no matter what this kid said, he would cheer well, and everyone would disperse. I never thought that this kid would open his mouth to write a poem, and the realm would be so high.

"Good, good, good, windy!" The old man gave a thumbs up, the smoothness of this poem is natural and not pretentious at all, not like those sour and rotten people who make some flashy words.

If weightlifting is light, it will inevitably come out of your own family, and you have this talent to learn at a young age, and you have this ambition, and the country is fortunate!

"What's your name?"

"Student Chen Siwei."