Liu Shaoqing looked at Liang Guodong, who was drinking tea: "Good news! What good news can you bring me! We are all half-buried people in the loess, what else is there to be happy about! ”

"Hey...... Otherwise. My leg, do you see it, okay, let people heal it! Do you know that Qiu Peihe? It was he who cured it, took a new medicine... Oh, it's called hemp boiling! My leg is cured, I came to see you today, don't you have a problem with you! Liang Guodong nodded happily at Liu Shaoqing.

Liu Shaoqing was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered something: "Old man, if you don't come today, I will look for you tomorrow, I have something here that is more in line with your taste than yours." Since I bumped into it today, I'll show it to you. Liu Shaoqing went inside.

Liang Guodong thought for a while: My taste ....... grace...... Could it be that thinking of this, Liang Guodong's eyes lit up, and he stood up and walked inside: "It's so difficult to collect good poems!" You can tempt me with poetry! Liu Shaoqing didn't wait for Liang Guodong to enter, so he turned around and pulled Liang Guodong back to his seat: "When it comes to poetry, you can't sit still!" You weakness, I have to take care of it for the rest of my life! Hahaha..."

Liang Guodong was anxious: "Oops...... Don't sell it, take it out quickly! I know I'm just good for this! Liu Shaoqing glanced at Liang Guodong, slowly put a piece of paper with words on the wooden table, and spread it in front of Liang Guodong: Wuhua Tianbao, the dragon light shoots the void of bullfighting; Outstanding people, Xu Ru under Chen Fan's couch! Luoxia and lonely birds fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky!

"This ......" Liang Guodong looked at the poems on the paper, his voice was knotted excitedly, and he grabbed the wooden table and put it in front of his eyes to look at it carefully, his eyes widened! Liu Shaoqing seems to have guessed this scene a long time ago: "I have a distant nephew - Cao Yi, who knows that I love to collect this, and sent it in the middle of the night last night, which is said to be the handwriting of the author himself, that is, the original manuscript!" For this, I paid the price of a famous painting of the Tang Dynasty! ”

Liang Guodong's eyes were stuck on the paper and he couldn't take it back: "It's worth, it's worth, it's worth it!" Old guy, this thing is terrifying to watch! Liu Shaoqing heard Liang Guodong say this, and quickly snatched the paper from his hand: "You old guy, don't be excited to kill you!" Liang Guodong gently took it back from Liu Shaoqing's hand: "You take it lightly, it's not good to break it!" It's been so many years... It's the first time I've seen such good poetry! ”

Speaking of Liang Guodong, he pointed to the poem and commented: "The lonely bird is "flying", the clouds are "falling", and only the sky is still. Although the autumn water is calm, it is not a stop in winter, and the water surface is not lifeless. Everywhere the breeze passes, the autumn water will continue to ripple, ripples over, the reflection of the scenery on the water surface is waved, revealing the underwater scene: aquatic plants, even fish and shrimp and so on. It's a beautiful picture that flows. ”

Liu Shaoqing looked down on Liang Guodong, and when he saw that good poetry was not reserved at all, tears and snot fell together, it was too embarrassing! After a pause, Liang Guodong put the poems on the wooden table, and looked at Liu Shaoqing with a serious expression: "Hey, I said, who wrote this poem, as far as I know, there are only a few famous talents in Jinling, not their style!" ”

Liu Shaoqing smiled indifferently: "You finally asked the point!" This paper was sent by my nephew, Cao Yi. It is said that he had a drinking party in a flower boat and was caught from the river. This is the original manuscript, with the marks of the Wen family on it, and they deduce that it was written by Wen Ru, the youngest son of the Wen family! ”

Liang Guodong listened to Liu Shaoqing's words, and quickly put the poems on the paper in front of his eyes to look carefully, just now he patronized and appreciated the literary style, and did not pay attention to the handwriting and paper.

After watching it for a long time, Liang Guodong patted his head: "Oops... Look at my memory, didn't I send you hemp boiling powder! Because this ointment is so good, I asked for the formula from Qiu Peihe! You also know that when Qiu Peihe was a doctor, I helped him a lot. This time, he didn't say a word, and gave me the original formula. ”

Liang Guodong looked very excited, hurriedly took a sip of tea, and pointed to the poems on the wooden table: "The font on the original recipe is exactly the same as the font of this poem!" Ah...... I didn't even ask Qiu Peihe who wrote his formula for boiling hemp! Otherwise, you will know who the author of this poem is! Oops...."Liang Guodong looked like he was scratching his head, and it is estimated that his intestines are repentant!

Liu Shaoqing was also curious: "Really? Then this author will not be Wen Rushu! There must be someone else! What about the formula? Take it for me to see. Liang Guodong put his hand into his arms, and took out a piece of paper for a long time: "You can be careful, this thing is expensive!" Qiu Peihe told him that the formula should not be leaked! ”

Liu Shaoqing didn't say a word, he took the formula of hemp boiling, the handwriting is the same, and the Wen family's mark is the same, which shows that it is indeed the same person! This person is from the Wen family! Liang Guodong didn't speak, and secretly put the poetry paper in his arms: "What... Old fellow, you wait, I'll go to Qiu Peihe and ask him to treat you, and by the way, ask who the kid who wrote these two things is. You're busy, you're busy...... I'm leaving! ”

Liu Shaoqing looked at Liang Guodong's small movements, and was happy: so big, still like a child! It's just that... Can heal the disease for many years...... It couldn't be better! When you are in good health, you can drink happily, when your mind is here, Liu Shaoqing remembered the kid who said that day that he wanted to send him wine....... boasted about Haikou, why didn't anyone come!

Jiang Yu and Wen Monkey spent half a day talking to each other to obtain the right to move freely in the White Building, hey...... A loyal servant doesn't always work! Climbing downstairs, Jiang Yu was most worried about the duck neck. I thought it was a very simple thing, but I didn't expect to spend so much effort, and I still didn't fulfill my promise, which is really a headache! OK...... The longer it takes, the better the taste of this duck neck will be, and it can be regarded as an explanation for Miss Li!

Jiang Yu looked at the sorghum on the edge of the wall, and the wine-making action should also begin, the weather after the rain was just right, suitable for the fermentation of wine! But looking at this sorghum is certainly not enough. Jiang Yu's plan is to brew two jars, one jar for Liu Lao, and one jar for himself to satisfy his hunger. The wine on the market, Jiang Yu really doesn't dare to compliment!

I can't go out, Jiang Yu thought of Wen Monkey, you can ask Wen Monkey to buy another ten catties of sorghum! Wen Hou'er heard that Jiang Yu was going to buy another ten catties, and complained about why Jiang Yu didn't buy more that day. Now, sorghum has risen to 30 yuan a catty, and the price has doubled! It's a loss for nothing!

Listening to Wen Monkey'er's words, Jiang Yu frowned, and secretly thought to himself: Thirty Wen a catty! The price is ...... I'm afraid that something big is going to happen to the sorghum hegemony! (To be continued.) )