People who live in the villa, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, food, and accommodation do not need to spend half a penny, only unless you want to buy something by yourself, you need to spend extra money, so it perfectly reflects the meaning of talent.

Yan Baiwei nodded slowly as he listened.

Someone outside came to Tang Shijin again, Tang Shijin stood up and said, "Okay, you go and take care of your readers, I'll do something." ”

She went out in a hurry, Qi Yaoling patted her clothes and followed, and when she walked to him, she deliberately sneered.

Renyi said angrily: "Why is this person so disgusting, just like a!" Always playing tricks behind your back! I must tell Jin Ye! ”

Yan Baiwei was almost stupid to cry by him.

Do you think you don't know? Is she clear? Do you think you can compare to her precious apprentice?

He didn't bother to say anything about him, so he just picked up his clothes and left.

His shadow guards are not the more powerful the higher they are ranked, the word benevolence is served closely, which is equivalent to a eunuch with more accessories, because the master is more benevolent, so the word benevolence is very lively and talkative...... But the other words are relatively calm, and the surname Yan is equivalent to giving the surname, which is the head of the shadow guard.

In fact, Tang Shijin's side, compared to the beginning, is much lighter, people everywhere have started it, and even Hua Shenglin can really be a person, so she only needs to be in charge of the overall situation.

In the blink of an eye, it is July, and it is another year of harvest season, this year, not only Tang Shijin's family, but also the surrounding villages have also had a bumper harvest.

Not only has the quality risen sharply, but the output has also doubled or tripled.

Yan Baiwei also specially invited a group of literati, as well as small county orders, to watch and copy the harvest scene, in order to avoid having grains that are not divided, I don't know whether it is good or bad, and I also deliberately found those who used the original seeds to make comparisons, and in comparison, these people are all excited.

Harvest is the main theme of this era, and naturally ushered in another blowout of poetry.

But it was also a coincidence that at this time, a person named "Zhusheng" suddenly came out with a book of poems, describing the scenery of various places on the surface, but when he pondered carefully, what he described was actually all about the city...... There is spiciness, there is sadness, there is sighing, and there is excitement...... Simply every word is all-encompassing, can interpret countless meanings, and has been sought after by countless people for a while.

So the colorful poems of the Confucians on this side actually forced this poetry collection to be suppressed, and there was no splash at all.

Everyone asked who this man was...... In the end, I only knew that it was the people of the capital, but no one knew which one it was.

The common people did not understand the affairs of the literati, but the common people were interested in food.

People from all over the country came to buy seeds, each family kept their own seeds, and most of the others were sold at a high price to other places, and when the taxes were paid, there was still money in their hands, and they were overjoyed, and there was joy everywhere.

This becomes a cycle.

The people who come here, spread the word about it, and then more people come here...... There were literati and businessmen.

So after less than a month of briskness, Tang Shijin began to be busy again.

Fortunately, now the road is flat, her riding skills are also good, and it only takes about 20 minutes to go back and forth from the county, but the weather is hot and the sun is poisonous, so now she wears a big curtain, purely for sun protection.

What's interesting is that Xiao Tanhua is also back, and she doesn't shy away from writing poems to her every day, just because she wears a curtain, she writes several poems......

Then as soon as the poem came out, Yan Baiwei could see that she turned her head to look at him, and she reached out and brushed off her hat and veil to talk to him...... He meowed, and she seriously suspected that this girl was teaing her!

But the two are currently cooperating in the bamboo paper business, and he has also introduced her to many big customers, and she can't turn her face!

Ruan Tingli stood under the porch and called her: "Boss! Landlord! ”

Tang Shijin reined in the horse, slowly passed, and casually lifted the hat veil: "What's wrong?" ”

Ruan Thorn took a few steps closer and pointed to the wall.

Tang Shijin glanced at it, and saw a poem inscribed on the wall: "If you don't eat a thousand bells of millet, you will be bitter at night." The East Lake picks lotus leaves, and the west is inclined to the sun. ”

Ruan Thorn said in a low voice: "Today, that Zhuang Xiaoniang, in the teahouse with a young man, I don't know how to argue, and then both of them made a poem, and the person made it on paper, I haven't seen it, but that Zhuang Xiaoniang wrote it directly here." ”

He frowned: "What now?" ”

Tang Shijin was disgusted at that time.

This is a Tibetan poem with the title "Not a thing".

Of course, this may be fighting poetry with that person, but what does your special fighting poem mean when it is written in front of someone's store? Who is this mocking?

This is obviously borrowing her place to become her talented woman.

If they don't wipe it, the people who come here will definitely ask, and Ruan Thorn has to explain again and again, she just happens to be famous. But if it is wiped out, this kind of thing of fighting poems and inscriptions is an elegant matter for literati, and it seems that they are small in vain.

It turned out to be a dilemma.

No wonder Ruan is angry like this.

Tang Shijin laughed and said in a low voice: "What's so difficult about this? ”

Then she straightened up and said loudly: "The pen and ink of the boudoir pavilion, how can it be left outside!" Hurry up and shovel it down and return it to Zhuang Xiaoniang! ”

Ruan's eyes lit up, and he immediately clenched his fists in response: "Yes!" Landlord. ”

Heh, playing with Lao Tzu?

Tang Shijin put down the hat and veil with a smile, and saw that under the eaves of the store not far away, Xiao Tanhua was looking at her and laughing, obviously listening to everything in her ears.

Tang Shijin ignored him, took the horse to leave, went out and remembered again, turned around and warned him: "Little Tanhua, don't say what you shouldn't say, don't write anything into the poem, do you hear?" ”

Shen Yiyi smiled and saluted: "Yes, Jin'er, respect your order." ”

Tang Shijin was really convinced and took the horse away.

Later, Zhuang Zhilan, who received a pile of wall skins, was almost angry.

She was originally a well-known "No. 1 talented woman in the south of the Yangtze River", and the poems she wrote were sought after everywhere, but when she arrived here, she found that the poems written by these people were really word for word, and her poems were taken out, although they were good, but they really couldn't amaze everyone.

She looked for half a month before she found such a Qiao Zonger, this kind of poem made in response to the situation, just get a clever word, the poem is playful and cute, even if it is not amazing enough, it is nothing.

I didn't expect this teahouse to dare to be like this!

But standing on a reason, she can't stop talking, and in vain she seems to be misbehaving and acting frivolously!

It's really impossible to steal chickens!

As a result, after inquiring afterwards, this store is also Tang Shijin's!

What is the teahouse, restaurant, book, inn...... It's all about her!

Zhuang Zhilan threw the fish food in her hand into the water irritably, and a large number of koi fish quickly rushed over, splashing her face.

Zhuang Zhilan couldn't get angry.

This garden is simply against her, and even fish are not a good thing! Who has ever raised a koi fish so big? One by one, with their mouths wide open, they almost want to eat people!

She angrily took her skirt back, and met Yan Baiwei head-on, Zhuang Zhilan hurriedly restrained her expression and blessed her body: "Yan Langjun." ”

Yan Baiwei only nodded, and walked forward, Zhuang Zhilan said again: "Yan Langjun, please stay." ”