"The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the sunshine. The little lotus showed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly had already stood on its head. ”

The deep resentful girl of a large family shook a pu fan and walked in the shade of the trees and chanted constantly.

The same poem, at the dinner party of a certain scholar that night, everyone was also chanting constantly.

It's still the same poem, and a certain genius who knows a little bit of rhythm wants to add music to this poem.

The same poem made a certain master think about it and decide to cultivate Wuqing, a prodigy.

On the fourth day, Wu Qing ended the boring and exciting experiment, and he walked into the county school again with the expectations of Aunt Wu.

As soon as I entered the door, I felt a different gaze, and some students nodded their heads in respect from afar. Wu Qing was puzzled, what happened to these people?

"Brother Wuqing!" A student in his twenties arched his hand and walked out.

Along the path paved with green bricks, he walked towards the Scholar Garden, attracting countless reverent glances along the way.

Wu Qing couldn't help but sigh in his heart, a poem can make these talents look at our family differently, if you plagiarize a few more gorgeous articles, wouldn't it make people worship to the point of outrageousness? It seems that in the future, it would be better to do less of this kind of plagiarism of the cultural achievements of the predecessors.

"Brother Wu Qing, please sit here!"

This is a fifteen or sixteen-year-old white scholar, judging from his clothes, he definitely belongs to the type of son of a family.

Wu Qing thanked him, sat down next to the student, and then asked, "

Dare to ask Brother Tai what is the happy event today? ”

Baijing Scholar said with a smile: "In Xia Wu, Brother Wuqing is polite." ”

The literati of this era are more polite, Wu Qing's belly slandered that it was not the end of the Northern Song Dynasty, otherwise he thought that Liangshan was a good man, so he had to arch his hand and said: "It's polite." ”

"Brother Wu Qing wrote a poem of seven words the day before yesterday, which made the talented and beautiful people in the entire Wenshui County embarrassed. Presumably, in a few days, it will spread throughout Taiyuan Mansion, and maybe even to Jingshi. There was a look of yearning in his eyes on the white face, and there was even more envy and reverence.

Although Wu Qing is not even seven years old now, from his eyes, people can see a kind of profundity, and I have to say that this is a very good talent. And this profundity is a unique characteristic of a wise man.

Envy, jealousy, hatred? There's no way, who allows themselves to have more than 1,000 years of historical civilization accumulation. Wu Qing's eyes were even deeper, and the light of wisdom that revealed suddenly made this Baijing scholar who was about sixteen years old a little nervous.

Wu Yong said in a low voice: "Brother Wuqing, you have to be careful of Zhang Wenjing in the future, he is clamoring to deal with you, I heard that after returning home that night, he beat his concubine." ”

There is still this kind of thing, it seems that not all people in the Tang Dynasty are open-minded people, Wu Qing thanked: "Thank you seniors for reminding me, remember it below." ”

Not long after, a few more students who were not very old came and got close to Wu Qingtao, and made some exchanges on the inspiration for the creation of that poem. If it weren't for Master Wang's teaching, Wu Qing felt that even the exchange would not be over for a day.

Looking at the eyes of Master Wang looking at him, Wuqing Chrysanthemum suddenly tightened, this old guy doesn't have a pedophile fetish.

Fortunately, Wang Fuzi is still a more competent professor, and after taking the examination of some basic knowledge of Wuqing about phonology, he continued to explain the "Book of Filial Piety" with satisfaction.

"Filial piety, the scriptures of heaven, the righteousness of the earth, and the deeds of people"

After returning home from school at noon, Wu Qing hurriedly ran to the backyard workshop. This is a temporary vacated wing, anyway, there are more houses, it doesn't matter if it's a workshop.

"Mother, it's a hot day today, are you ready to prepare?" Before Wu Qing entered the door, he shouted.

Aunt Wu quickly came out of the workshop and said with a smile: "Son, I'm waiting for you." ”

Wu Qing took the handkerchief handed by Mrs. Wu, wiped the sweat on her forehead, and went straight to the operating table in the workshop, and then saw that she had already packed up, and did not look at the popsicle in the insulated wooden box wrapped in white folded cloth, ready to pick it up and put it on the two-wheeled cart that had been modified, but the wooden box did not move at all, Wu Qing's face was red, and he thought he was thirty years old.

As for this cart, it is a cart that Wuqing completely imitates the small vendor of later generations, adding a bracket in front of a simplified two-wood-wheeled flatbed truck, which is convenient for parking, and there is no worry about overturning. In fact, it is somewhat similar to a wheelbarrow, but it is more stable.

Wu Qing was very disappointed in the business of the Tang Empire, such a big empire, business is really not very good, to put it mildly. Of course, this is related to the emphasis on agriculture and light commerce in this era, and the fact that this era is extremely contemptuous of businessmen, but extremely envious. Many ministers and princes knew that commerce was very important, but because of their face-saving and high status for generations, they had to abandon the merchants, and at the same time, they secretly colluded with the merchants to make huge profits for themselves and future generations.

However, the Tang Empire attached great importance to agriculture, not that there were no restrictions on business, and that heavy taxes were levied on merchants. Fortunately, there are also regulations on the objects of collection, for example, itinerant hawkers like Wuqing are not within the scope of collection, and only when the merchant has a fixed location and a fixed shop will the tax be levied according to the goods.

Wu Qing and Aunt Wu pushed the cart out of the house and walked on the street. Aunt Wu was a little embarrassed, and just pushed the car. Wu Qing also knew that for Aunt Wu, this was already very good.

"Sweet and icy popsicles, two pennies a piece!"

Two pennies for ordinary people, are very acceptable prices, this is the result of Wuqing's leisure in the past few days to the market to investigate, the goods on the market, there are expensive and cheap, the general stalls do not exceed 100 Wen, most of them are under 50 Wen, like two pennies of small things are more, such as a steamed bun (this era is called cake, basically a lot of pasta is called what cake, of course, the word steamed bread has appeared in the Shu Han period of the Three Kingdoms, anyway, it is called different, and even the buns are called steamed buns. It's actually confusing) is only a penny, and a grimace mask is only five pennies, etc., so the popsicle ends up priced at two pennies.

Wu Qing had already begun to shout in his loud voice, and for a while pedestrians looked at the mother and son.

"Sweet and delicious popsicles, thirst-quenching popsicles, two pennies a piece!"

As the continuous shouting, there were more and more onlookers, Wu Qing shouted more vigorously, and Aunt Wu's head hung lower.

"Cheap and delicious popsicles, two pennies a piece."

Wu Qing sat on a flatbed truck, holding a popsicle with sugar water in his hand, which was a little brown. During this period, the process was limited, and there was no white sugar, so popsicles with sugar water had this color. Wu Qing looked at the onlookers, ignored their discussions, took a bite of the popsicle, and then chewed his stomach, exclaiming happily.

A child couldn't stand the stimulation anymore, and looked at the popsicle in Wu Qing's hand. Wu Qing smiled and asked, "Boy, what's your name?" ”

"I'm just a." The child said loudly, revealing a few of his front teeth, before swallowing.

Wu Qing said: "This is for you!" ”

The dog child was unceremoniously, took the popsicle, and then stretched out his tongue and licked it, with joy in his eyes.

Wu Qing saw that the child didn't say anything at all, and he thought of the interaction between the hosts who promoted the product and the audience in the later generations, so he asked: "Dog egg children, is it delicious?" ”

"Delicious!"

"Well, since it's delicious, come, stand up and tell the other children loudly, popsicles are delicious!" Wu Qing said shamelessly.

The dog was very obedient, licking the popsicle while shouting loudly, "The popsicle is so delicious!" ”

At this moment, a big man pushed away the crowd, roared like thunder, and shouted: "What is new here, let a certain family see it!" ”