Chapter 30: Brother Qiao sells poetry

Chen Siwei looked forward, and in a teahouse in front of him, a person staggered from the door to the side of the street, obviously pushed out. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The man muttered something with a red face, and there was a sound of laughter in the teahouse. The owner of the ready-to-wear shop also walked out of the shop when he heard the voice, and he looked over to the teahouse.

Da Niu said to the owner of the ready-to-wear shop: "That person thinks he owes money for tea, right?" ”

"It's not." The owner of the garment shop knew this very well, and when he saw that the big bull and the others didn't know anything about it, he deliberately played it off.

Knowing something that no one else knows is something to be proud of. "That person is selling poems and was not sold to be blasted out, these days there is an old man in the teahouse to buy poems, as long as the poems are written well, you can go in to try your luck, yesterday a person sold a poem for a tael of silver, I drop a good girl."

A tael of silver may sound like a lot of less, but in fact, the main currency in circulation among the people is copper coins. Many people have never seen a tael of silver in their lives, and one tael of silver is enough for a month's living expenses of a poor family.

"Buy poetry? I don't know how to buy it? Chen Siwei has nothing else, but the poems are filled with a belly, and it is good to copy a few famous poems in exchange for some rations.

"It's okay to say that you can write poems on the spot, and it's okay to sell old poems that have been written. The poems he wrote casually asked for the price, and the old man sometimes bought them, sometimes he didn't buy them, and sometimes he bargained. ”

The owner of the ready-to-wear shop saw that Chen Siwei looked a little serious, so he continued: "There is another kind of writing according to the topic given by others, and the amount of money for each topic is marked. ”

Ask for the price yourself, and then bargain again, so as to get into trouble. Chen Siwei thinks it's better to write a poem with a proposition, no matter what price people give, it's a big deal to write a few more poems, so it's better to mix the shoes first and then get some change, and the current meal has not yet been settled.

Da Niu saw that Chen Siwei was very serious in inquiring, so he asked, "Brother Qiao, do you know how to write poems?" If you can write, sell it. ”

The owner of the ready-to-wear shop smiled: "Those who sell poems are all moving into Beijing to take the exam, haven't you seen that there are still those who have been bombarded?" I heard that the old man sometimes didn't even collect a poem a day, and it was difficult to do so. ”

The talents who rushed to take the exam have been blasted out, what real talent can you learn from a half-sized child? The owner of the ready-to-wear shop is not optimistic about Chen Siwei at all.

"Yes, it's serious to buy shoes first, Brother Qiao is still barefoot." Da Niu said and grabbed Chen Siwei's arm and walked into the shop, Chen Siwei gently brushed his hand away.

The owner of the ready-to-wear shop noticed that Chen Siwei was not wearing shoes when he heard Da Niu say this, and he greeted Chen Siwei in surprise and warmly to hurry into the store to pick out a pair of shoes, and did not forget to attach a caring and sympathetic expression.

Saying something so cold in his mouth, but his heart is happy, he has never met a barefoot person to buy shoes, he must be a child of a rich family with bright clothes, and he is sorry for the ancestral grave if he is not slaughtered.

Unexpectedly, Chen Siwei was not in a hurry to enter the house to pick up shoes, but said lightly: "No need." He walked towards the teahouse with a square step and a leisurely look.

"Master." Xu Ping, who had been standing beside Chen Siwei, hurriedly chased after him, but he was an adult but did not have the ability to get a pair of shoes for Chen Siwei, and Chen Siwei refused to wear his shoes, so he was a little embarrassed when facing strangers, and he didn't open his mouth for a long time.

"Master, buy a pair of shoes first, even if the money is borrowed by the little brother, it will be the same if you sell the poem and then pay it back." Xu Ping's confidence in Chen Siwei is not very strong, if the poem can't be sold, then come and beg that big cow to help buy shoes, first, people may not buy it, and second, wouldn't it be even more embarrassing?

Chen Siwei ignored him, raised his feet and continued to walk forward. Xu Ping stopped him again, and he said, "If my poems can be sold, why spend other people's money? ”

"The master should be careful, so it's better to wear shoes to the teahouse." Xu Ping stepped forward and whispered to Chen Siwei: "While that little brother is willing to help you, you buy the shoes first, so you don't have to hurt your feet." ”

Xu Ping's words are too clear, if you are bombarded by others and lose such a big person, will that big bull still admit that you are his friend? Where are you going to go for mixed doubles?

"I don't have anything to eat, what more decency do I need?" Chen Siwei lowered his voice and said to Xu Ping: "If it is a true friend, it will not be abandoned because of my failure, if it is not a true friend, why should I owe him favors?" A pair of shoes can't help a lifetime of poverty. ”

After saying that, Chen Siwei went straight to the teahouse, Xu Ping sighed secretly, when did this child become so assertive? In Xu Ping's impression, at least Chen Siwei should not have such strong self-confidence.

"Brother Qiao, wait for me." The big bull also hurriedly chased after him.

The owner of the ready-to-wear shop smacked his lips and flicked his sleeves and sighed. The business in hand just flew away, and he really didn't have that fortune, so he secretly cursed Chen Siwei to be blasted out when he got there.

The teahouse is casually entered, and Xiao Er is enthusiastic when he sees everyone. There are many literati and ink writers in the teahouse, and this poetry is very novel, attracting many people, some come to sell poetry, and some come to taste poetry.

Chen Siwei asked Xiao Er bluntly: "What is the method of selling poetry?" ”

Xiao Er pointed to a screen on the right: "Go behind the scene to compose poems, there are propositions to choose from, and you can also play at will." If you want to sell old poems, you can hand them over to the man in the green robe over there. ”

"Thank you." Chen Siwei walked generously behind the screen and saw two tables put together, with pens, ink, paper, inkstones and other things on the table.

There were a few people writing poems around the table, some with their heads down and writing hard, and some with the pen in meditation.

When Chen Siwei approached, he saw several fans hanging on the wall, and the fan surface was open and painted with plum, bamboo, and orchid chrysanthemums. Take a closer look at the table, either there is a blank sheet of paper, or a random proposition with no pictures, and the price tag is low.

The four-handled fan on the wall is finely made, with beautiful pictures, and the price has reached five taels of silver for a poem. Chen Siwei swallowed his saliva, five taels of silver had a life-saving meaning for him.

He stretched out his hand to pick up the fan but was blocked: "This little minister, if you want to write a poem on the fan, you must pay a fixed amount of five taels of silver, if my master is willing to buy it, he will give you ten taels of silver, otherwise the five taels of silver will not be returned, and the fan will belong to you." ”

Chen Siwei has no money to pay, and what people say is reasonable, if your poems or words make people don't like them, why should people buy them? If you stain someone's fan, it's reasonable for someone to claim for selling a fan.

"I'll just write on a blank piece of paper and make these four propositional poems, okay?"