Chapter 31 is offset by a fan

Bianliang City is the capital, it is a prosperous and rich place, and the hometown of drunken gold. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoWhether it is the son-in-law in Bianliang City, or the move to Beijing to take the exam, there will be no shortage of money.

Whether it is free play on the table, or whether it is a proposition, it is only the skill of composing poetry that is tested. This is not the case with these four sectors, which is not only a good poem, but also a good word, and a subtle layout of the layout.

Writing on a blank piece of paper, many things cannot be expressed intuitively. The price of these four fans is at least five taels of silver, and they can't give people casual practice.

That person has never encountered Chen Siwei's situation, and he wants to take the proposition of the four fans and has no money to pay a deposit. The man looked Chen Siwei up and down, and saw that he had no hairpin on his head and no shoes on his feet, thinking that he had encountered some difficulty.

"Little Xianggong, I really don't hide that these four fans are personally reviewed by our old man, and the blank paper can't be handed over to the old man."

There are many literati and writers who come to sell poems, and Gao Jingyuan can't buy poems one by one, he only looks at the fine products, and the rest is almost the same as what can be bought or not, and others will take care of it.

Being able to pay a deposit to sell poems shows that people have confidence, and they can't even make good poems without a little self-confidence? After buying for a few days, he became more and more disappointed, there are not many good works, there are no high-quality products, and the masterpieces that can make his eyes shine have never appeared.

The man's words were clear, the blank paper could not be handed over to the owner, and what was written was written in vain. Chen Siwei lowered his head and untied a long brocade bag from his waist, and handed it to the man with both hands.

"Xiaosheng also has a fan in his hand, I will mortgage this fan, how about it?" Chen Siwei took out Gao Jingyuan's fan as a mortgage.

Xu Ping stepped forward and pulled Chen Siwei's sleeve and persuaded vigorously: "Master, this can't be helped." "This fan may be just a fan in the people, but wherever you go to the yamen, this is a token that can represent Gao Jingyuan.

Although Gao Jingyuan is no longer in phase, the shadow of the famous tree, as long as you hold this fan, you can rely on it to 'swagger and deceive' wherever you go.

No one needs to tell this, Chen Siwei understands it better than anyone else. From the moment he left Houfu, he clearly knew that he was no longer the prince of the world and the son of Houfu.

From now on, he doesn't want to have anything to do with the official word, his own father is the waiting master, and Gao Jingyuan is just a little friend, and he will be punished by others if he uses other people's tokens to support his face and be punished by others, so it is better to use it as a fan.

Chen Siwei ignored Xu Ping, and when the man saw that Chen Siwei was so dilapidated that he still had a servant, he glanced at him again in surprise.

The man took the cloth bag, pulled out half of the fan, and when he saw the big fan bone of the ivory, he directly stuffed the fan into it, and there was no need to pull it out completely.

"Okay, but you can only mortgage a fan." The man estimated that Chen Siwei could not agree, because his fan was worth at least one hundred taels of silver.

As long as there is a slight greed for money, won't Chen Siwei's fan be given away for nothing?

"Okay." Chen Siwei agreed without hesitation, since he wanted to make money from others, he could only choose to trust others. Sometimes trust is not necessarily trust in the other person, but helplessness that you have no choice.

"My lord has a word first, writing four proposition poems of plum, bamboo, orchid and chrysanthemum, and the poem must not contain the words plum, bamboo, orchid and chrysanthemum."

Chen Siwei nodded lightly, remember the request made by others, this is not a bargain.

The man bowed respectfully, pointed to the wall, and said, "Please choose." ”

The four fans of plum, bamboo, orchid and chrysanthemum were lined up in turn, and Chen Siwei casually picked off the nearest 'plum'. The man led Chen Siwei to an empty table, on which there was a wenge pen holder with large and small brushes hanging from it.

Chen Siwei opened the fan, the fan had already been pasted, and the fan surface could not be removed at all. It is very difficult to write on the fan surface, so Chen Siwei chose a pen of moderate size and pressed it lightly on the white paper twice.

The pen is dry, without a single ink blot. Chen Siwei didn't dip the ink, but compared it a few times on the fan surface, and felt that the size was okay, so he dipped it in the ink and gently scraped the pen.

Chen Siwei holds the fan in his left hand, and his forearm is close to the tabletop to hold the fan, first writing the word 'plum' on the white paper, and then writing the word 'Momei' on the right end of the fan.

After writing the title, he changed to a small pen, and Xu Ping wanted to hold a fan for him, but he refused. Chen Siwei wrote a poem in one go.

'My family washes the inkstone pond tree, and the flowers bloom with light ink marks. Don't let people praise the color, only leave the air full of goodness. ’

The upright face body regular script pen is strong and round, and the momentum is solemn and majestic, just like everyone's demeanor. After this poem was written, there were voices of amazement and admiration.

"Thick and straight, open and majestic, good words, really good words."

"Chic and elegant, good poetry."

"The future is limitless at a young age."

“……”

In the face of everyone's praise, Chen Siwei's heart is as calm as water, and the future of bullshit, whether he can starve to death depends on whether this poem can be sold or not.

It's a big bull's breast. He stood tall, as if he had praised him. "Brother Qiao is amazing, Brother Qiao will definitely be able to win the top prize."

"Hugh is talking nonsense." Chen Siwei is here to sell poetry, not to offend people, this room full of people are rushing for the champion, everyone thinks that the champion is reserved for himself, didn't Da Niu talk like this to put Chen Siwei on the fire? "I'm not even a showman, what kind of champion are you talking about?"

"That's because you didn't take the test, if you go to the test, don't you want to take the test or what?" Da Niu is really proud of his eyes. The test is indeed what you want to test, and whether you can pass the test is another matter. The champion is by no means able to make poetry.

"Big bull, don't say more." Chen Siwei was not as excited as Da Niu, he glanced at Xu Ping, Xu Ping chatted with Da Niu quietly, and changed the topic.

Chen Siwei respectfully handed the fan to the man, who took the fan, looked at the fan and nodded with approval on his face.

"I take the liberty of asking, does your fan have the meaning of giving way? I give fifty taels of silver, how? ”

Of course, the man asked about Chen Siwei's fan, which was given to him by Gao Jingyuan, Chen Siwei had no concept of prices, but he also knew that fifty taels of silver was far from enough.

The man only glanced at the fan bone and knew that the fan was not extraordinary, and he did not offer to buy it at first, because Chen Siwei wanted to use it as collateral, and if Chen Siwei's poems could not be sold, the fan would naturally belong to him.

Now it seems that Chen Siwei's poems have a high probability of being sold, so he opened his mouth and offered to buy them. Chen Siwei didn't even wear shoes, which shows that he is in a hurry to use money.