readx;?“ If you can be idle on a fair day, how can you take the initiative to take care of the next trouble today? ”

Li Luo looked at the direction of the departure, and moved his steps to Xia Shang with a puzzled expression. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"If you can be idle, you will be idle...... It's not a good image, so we need to change it. ”

Xia Shang was joking, but of course Li Luo didn't believe it, and looked at him with a smile, waiting for an answer.

"It costs 5,000 taels of silver to hold a poetry meeting? Simply so! Don't worry, it's in the name of the poetry club to make money. It's best to take this trouble down by yourself, to say less you can save three thousand taels. ”

"Poof! Xianggong is really a businessman, and when it comes to money, it can't work. ”

"You girl! Living the life of a princess, do you know what the concept of three thousand taels is? ”

Li Luo pursed his lips and ignored it.

Time passes day by day, the spring scene of Chang'an is becoming more and more obvious, the willow branches by the Yong'an Canal are new, the girls on both sides of the strait are getting lighter and lighter, and the sons invite all the ladies to go out to play, and you can feel the whispering of the swallows everywhere in Chang'an.

It's a pity that Xia Shang didn't almost appreciate these beautiful scenery, and the next life became more and more busy.

On the first day after leaving, he ran to three places in a row, all of which were branches opened by a few sons, and seeing that a few more branches were opened, Xia Shang didn't even feel happy and complacent, and some were just pressure.

The next day, I was still supervising the renovation of several branches and selecting branch staff.

In fact, Xia Shang still has many plans that have not been implemented in the palace, such as uniform clothing, such as etiquette training for clerks, and so on. As a time-traveler, there are a lot of ideas in this regard, and with a little use of your brain, you can come up with some ideas that are at the forefront of the times. But now that everything is entangled, no amount of ideas can stop the mental and physical fatigue, and more improvements can only be hidden in the heart first.

On the third day, the Qinbei Poetry Club finally came, this time it was Nangong Hanjiang and Liyan together.

The garden poetry meeting was already in a hurry, and it was delayed by Xia Shang using various excuses to this day, and the time was imminent.

Still in the backyard, still on the rough stone table, Guo Qingqing brought tea again. It's just that today it was Nangong Hanjiang who was sitting opposite Xia Shang, who was on the side, with a cold expression, holding a teacup as if he was in a daze.

"Boss Xia's request for the poetry meeting has been discussed, and the layout of the poetry meeting venue can be handed over to you to take care of. However, we also have requirements. ”

"Please."

Xia Shang was very free and easy, which made Nangong Hanjiang a little surprised, and after a pause, he said: "The whole process must be supervised by someone from the Qinbei Poetry Association, and the specifications of the venue should be atmospheric and elegant, and it should be the same as the poetry held in the past." ”

Xia Shang nodded: "Don't ask too much." ”

Li Yan twisted his eyebrows, secretly glanced at Xia Shang, and then at Nangong Hanjiang, and said in his heart, how could this be the case today? Why is it the same face when you negotiate with yourself? It doesn't seem difficult to get along today, right?

Is it because of what I said at the beginning? Or is it better to see Sister Hanjiang than herself?

No matter what the reason, I will never feel comfortable when I leave the mourning.

The negotiation went smoothly mainly because Xia Shang also felt that time was pressing, and it was time to implement some things.

Next is the details, the venue needs to use a newly renovated courtyard in the Furong Courtyard by the Qujiang Pond, Xia Shang's task now is to rent the venue, since the venue is handed over to Xia Shang, the price of renting the venue will have to be negotiated by Xia Shang, and now immediately, he has been with Xia Shang as a supervisor.

In order to make Xia Shang take things seriously, the Qinbei Poetry Society decided to only let Xia Shang bear the layout of the venue and the consumption of food in the poetry meeting, and the rest of the small expenses were borne by the Qinbei Poetry Society.

Of course, this does not mean how much Xia Shang has earned, because the biggest cost of poetry is on the venue. Renting a venue is not a few days of renting a poetry meeting, it will be counted from the beginning of the layout of the venue, at least half a month. And the venue of the poetry club is not a matter of one house and one building, but the entire courtyard, and the venue chosen by a famous poetry club like the Qinbei Poetry Society is the most advanced courtyard, and the rent is more than a little bit.

As a result, as Xia Shang expected, the rent of the site was five hundred taels of silver, which was the latest annex to the Furong Garden.

Another day was spent on this matter.

After everything was done, I went home and thought about how to use this poetry meeting at night.

It's a time-consuming job, and there's a lot of room for play and a lot of detail to pay attention to.

Xia Shang lit the candle, took out a pen and paper and began to record his thoughts.

Time flies quickly in immersion in thinking, and before you know it, it has been three watches, and in the dark night outside, you can faintly hear the beating of the husband, Xia Shang suddenly felt that the fire around him flickered a little, and when he looked back, he found that the candle he lit had burned out, and Luoluo was carrying the oil lamp to cut the wick of the candle and put the oil lamp next to Xia Shang.

"Xianggong, why should the affairs of the Qinbei Poetry Club be so serious?"

"You go to sleep first."

Usually Li Luo would not interfere in Xia Shang's work, but today he was a little abnormal, he didn't fall asleep as he said, walked behind Xia Shang and gently rubbed Xia Shang's shoulder: "Xianggong, it's rare to see that you encounter such a caring thing, do you have a good impression of the president of the poetry club?" ”

Xia Shang looked back and smiled: "Where do you want to go?" This time, we spent so much money to get in, of course, we have to pay off, and if we don't study it well, the money will be wasted. Moreover, the reputation of the Qinbei Poetry Society is good, and getting acquainted with the Qinbei Poetry Society can further promote the delicious and Taoist among the literati, which can be regarded as a great progress. ”

Li Luo pursed his lips: "Xianggong, how much do you know about Qinbei poetry?" The concubine felt that there was a problem with the poetry club itself. Why is a good poetry club run by a few women? Concubines have heard that some people can't get into the poetry club if they want to get money, and now they come to us for funding, don't you think it's weird? In other words, if things really come to that point, they will definitely collect the money of those sons who want to join the club first. How did it end up here? To say that the Qinbei Poetry Society has no money? The concubine is not very convinced. ”

Xia Shang glanced at him in surprise: "Luoluo, what's wrong with you today?" ”

"Nothing. It's just that I still remember that the president framed Xianggong, and now Xianggong still has to cooperate with them, and I feel angry when I think about it. Besides, Nangong Hanjiang, who is famous, does such a shameless thing behind his back, what kind of good person can such a woman be? In addition, she is still sitting in the position of the president of the Qinbei Poetry Association, how can the concubine think about her, she thinks she is not good, so she doesn't want Xianggong to have anything to do with her. ”

"Oh? I didn't expect Mrs. Samurai to be able to analyze things so thoroughly? It's really impressive. These things have their own sense of proportion, so don't worry about it. Go to sleep. ”

"......" Li Luo wanted to speak and stopped, seeing that Xia Shang didn't take his words to heart, he sighed quietly and began to make the bed.

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