Li Bai's autobiography sold more than 800 copies in two days. Students from state and county schools, literati who came to participate in the Chongyang Poetry Club, if you don't buy it, you are embarrassed to participate in the Chongyang Poetry Club; There are also booksellers who buy hundreds of copies at a time.

It's only been two days, and this sales have exceeded Li Ang's expectations. This not only shows that Li Bai, an immortal, has a huge influence among the literati, but also shows that the current Tang Dynasty is indeed rich, and there are really a lot of rich people!

Li Ang was too lazy to sell the remaining thousands of copies by himself, so he gave them to Xiao Luan at the price of 800 wen per volume, and asked her to ship them to Liangjing and other places for sale.

Li Bai autobiography, not for money, but two days later, Li Ang brought back tens of thousands of catties of copper coins and piled them up in the entire big house, which was completely beyond his imagination.

When Li Ang wanted to give him the money for nothing according to the promised ratio, Li Bai actually refused. When he wrote his autobiography, he didn't think about money at the beginning, but in his heart, it was the most gratifying thing that it could be spread and circulated in the world after it was printed.

What's more, these days, it has always been Li Ang who has been busy before and after, if it weren't for Li Ang, how could he publish a book and circulate it in the world? I think that at the beginning, he wrote countless books and presented them to the powerful in Beijing, and he often ate closed-door soup.

If you really accept this large amount of money now, it is really unreasonable, Li Bai repeatedly refused. In the end, Leon relented and gave him a ticket for the HSBC cash drawer, telling him that if he needed it in the future, he could withdraw it at any time at the HSBC cash box.

At Li Ang's insistence, Li Bai reluctantly accepted the ticket.

This matter has just come to an end, and the Chung Yeung Festival in September has arrived as scheduled. Early in the morning, a large number of scholars could not wait to pour out of the city, carrying flowers and wine. Ran to the Creek Village.

Most of the people who can afford to read are Lang Jun from rich and noble families, and they travel. Often it is not necessary to bring the United States with them, and BMW cars are full of cars for a while. The fragrance of the breeze is fluttering.

Shangxi Village, located in a slope not far from Huang Siniang's house, the clear Huanhua Creek flows under the slope, the weeping willows on both sides of the bank are still around, on the open high lawn, the golden wind is fine, the yellow flowers are all over the ground, and the dark fragrance strikes people.

On the ground were bamboo mats and small tables, and a platform made of wood. A flag of the "Chongyang Poetry Society" fluttered in the wind. Under the banner, the musicians invited from the city are playing the piano and drums, and singing songs.

There was an endless stream of readers, and together with the beauties they brought with them, the total number of people was as high as 200, which was really a rare event.

According to custom, the Double Ninth Festival should be climbed to ward off evil spirits. "Continuation of Qi Harmonic Records" records that in the Eastern Han Dynasty, there was a person named Huan Jing in Runan County. A great plague suddenly occurred in the place where he lived, and Huan Jing's parents also died of illness, so he went to Zhongnan Mountain to learn art, and the immortal Fei Changfang gave Huan Jing a demon slaying green dragon sword.

Huan Jing gets up early and goes to bed late. Wear the stars and wear the moon, study hard and practice hard. One day, Fei Changfang said: "September 9th." The plague is coming again, and you can go back to remove the damage. And he gave him a packet of dogwood leaves. A bottle of chrysanthemum wine made his hometown father climb high to avoid trouble.

On the ninth day of September. He led his wife, children, fellow villagers and elders to a nearby mountain. Distribute the dogwood leaves to everyone to carry, but the plague demon does not dare to approach; He poured out the chrysanthemum wine and drank a sip from each of them to avoid the plague.

He fought the plague and eventually killed it. The people on both sides of the Ru River quickly spread the story of climbing the heights on September 9 to avoid disasters and stabbing the plague demons with the sword of Huanjing. Since then, people have had the custom of climbing the heights, planting dogwoods, and drinking chrysanthemum wine.

However, the surrounding area of Chengdu is flat, there are no mountains, and the open slope near Huang Siniang's house can be regarded as okay. Everyone brought their own wine and food, and laid it out on the bamboo mat, the man carried chrysanthemum wine, and the beauty had a red dogwood on her head, which added a bit of delicateness.

Li Ang sat at the same table with Yuan Danqiu, Li Bai, and the monk Zhongjun, and because the master was sitting, Yang Nan had to serve wine aside. Leon was happy when he saw her, stinky girl! You also have today, hurry up and add me wine.

The readers who came to participate in the poetry meeting came up to salute one after another, and Li Ang looked at this posture, what kind of line is this, so many people, if they return the salute one by one, it is strange that the waist is not broken.

He stood up and said loudly: "Ladies and gentlemen, today's Chung Yeung Festival, everyone came to meet friends with literature and spend the festival together. There are no less than 200 people present today, and if everyone comes up to give a salute to Scholar Li, Scholar Li will have to return the salute to you, but I am afraid that I will have to break Scholar Lee's waist. ”

Everyone laughed after hearing this, and Li Ang continued: "You talented people have come to pay homage to the demeanor of Scholar Li; Second, it's also a text to meet friends, so it's better to be casual. Do you see the sign on the tree next to it? The signs are glued with red paper, and there is pen and ink underneath;

Let's take Chongyang as the theme today, if you have a good work, please write it down on the sign, and at the same time write your own honorific name for everyone to exchange and learn, and then ask Li University to comment, so, what do you think? ”

"Good!"

"Li Jieyuan's discussion is very good!"

Everyone expressed their approval, everyone came to participate in the poetry meeting, originally to pay homage to the demeanor of the immortals, and at the same time to meet friends with literature and improve their popularity, and Li Ang's proposal was very in line with everyone's wishes, so they agreed.

Li Bai also got up and said: "Yu has been out of Shu for many years, roaming the world, and has achieved nothing. Returning today, I was treated by all the virtuous people in Shuzhong, and I was grateful in my heart. On the occasion of the Double Ninth Festival, you don't have to be confined to the vulgar etiquette, let's use poetry and wine to get drunk together! ”

As soon as Li Qixian spoke, the readers who came to the party cheered warmly, and they raised their glasses to Li Bai, Li Bai took a glass of wine and drank a glass with everyone, the white clothes were fluttering, the attitude was bold, and the demeanor was not comparable to ordinary people.

Everyone drinks, three or five groups sit on the bamboo mat to talk, or take the hand to enjoy the chrysanthemum bushes to find poetry, on the high platform, Nangong purple smoke clothes fluttering, the posture is beautiful, sitting alone on the piano, in the thin autumn breeze and singing:

One mountain, two mountains.

The mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke and water are cold, and the acacia maple leaf is dan.

Chrysanthemums bloom, chrysanthemums remain.

The goose flew high and the people did not return, and the curtain was idle.

With the singing of Nangong Ziyan, the graceful singing voice lingered, floating on the hillside, the blue white clouds were leisurely, and the stream under the slope was like a belt, and the readers present listened to it as if they were fascinated!

Even Li Bai couldn't help but sigh: "The song composed by the sun, the beautiful woman looks at the heavy mountain, and the flowers bloom and are remnant, although the person has not returned, but the heart is lovesick, but it warms people's intestines." Wonderful! It's wonderful. ”

Li Bai can be said to point out the beauty of this word, the mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke and the water are cold, and then the lovesickness is not reduced, dyed the maple leaves like Dan, and the warmth is oozing in the cold.

After reading the whole word, a beautiful woman is immersed in lovesickness, and the image of warm memories on her face jumps on the paper, which is fascinating.

Li Ang smiled and said: "The scholar misunderstood, this word was written by Miss Nangong, not from the hand of a late student. ”

After Li Ang finished speaking, Yang Nan beside him couldn't help but snort coldly, she obviously saw that this was written by Li Ang casually, and now she wants to push that woman, is this trying to raise the value of that woman?

"Oh, look at me, I'm drunk after only two drinks today, Scholar Li, this word is really made by Miss Yang!"

Yang Nan was even more angry, but with so many people present, she was just not good at seizures, but when she poured the wine, Li Ang was the only one left.

Li Bai and Yuan Danqiu glanced at each other and couldn't help laughing! Even the monk Zhongjun recited the Buddha name with a smile.

At this time, Nangong Ziyan sang a song and won warm applause, and Li Ang took the opportunity to whisper to Yang Nan: "Girl, are you jealous?" ”

"Jealous? Why should I eat your vinegar, less stinky and beautiful! Yang Nan pouted and didn't turn his head to ignore him.

Li Ang has a little headache now, this girl is obviously jealous, and she doesn't like Nangong Ziyan very much, but although Nangong Ziyan is from a Qinglou, she has been by her side for a long time, and Li Ang has some feelings for her;

And these days, Nangong Ziyan has been explaining the scriptures and history to him, which has helped him a lot, how can Li Ang cross the river and tear down the bridge.

At this time, there were already many readers, all of whom went to the wooden sign on the tree to inscribe poems. Every time there is a good work, it can't help but arouse the cheers of everyone, the person who inscribed the poem will come to toast Li Bai, and ask him to comment, Li Bai drank heartily, witty words, and gradually pushed the atmosphere to a climax.

Only Li Ang was still thinking about how to coax Yang Nan.

He is also going to abduct this girl into Beijing to help himself. According to what she said, the Gongsun family couldn't count on it this time, and after she entered Beijing, she was not familiar with the place, and it was difficult to get a title for the gold list;

If Yang Nan helped, it would be different, but this girl has eaten Nangong Ziyan's vinegar now, not good!

At this time, Tang Yu, who was also a tribute, asked Li Bai to comment on his poems, and proposed that Li Bai and Li Ang also write a poem to comfort everyone's eagerness, which was warmly echoed by everyone, and someone immediately carried the wooden plaque over.

Li Ang was about to excuse himself, but Li Bai beside him had already floated up, stepped forward drunkly, dipped his pen in thick ink, and wrote on the red paper:

Nine days by the river drink,

Huang Hua smiled at the ministers.

Drunk watching the wind fall hat,

Dance love the month to keep people.

After writing, Li Bai raised his glass and drank freely, laughing heartily, the word "chasing ministers" in his poem is full of self-deprecation, and the sentence "falling hat" implies the meaning of losing the black yarn hat, which is embarrassing, but the latter sentence relaxes a feeling between the clouds and the breeze, and you don't leave people for yourself.

In any case, Li Ang still saw from his poems that Li Bai was very concerned about being "banished". Perhaps, he spent half his life on the fence, and finally could "look up to the sky and laugh and go out", but he was exiled again after indulging in his ambition, and his inner feelings were inevitably expressed in the poems.

Li Ang didn't want to write any poems, but when he saw Li Bai's poem, he immediately got up and wrote:

Drunk leaning on the beauty of the bottle, chrysanthemums accompanied by spring.

The origin of the behavior is not leisurely and elegant, not a riverside hat person.

There is only one meaning that Li Ang's poem wants to express, you have at least ever had a black gauze hat, I am just a person who can get by, and we don't have a hat if we want to.

Li Bai naturally saw that Li Ang was comforting himself, raised a glass with him, and laughed and sang. These two poems, one singing and one harmonious, sparked a heated discussion on national politics among the readers present.

And this is exactly what Li Ang wants to see, he has no problem discussing national politics, if he continues to talk about scriptures and papers, he may not be able to resist.

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