"A slap in the face? How? Hao Youqian said "innocently": "Can you make me handsome?" ”

"I can't."

"Can you turn me into a poet?"

"I can't."

"What's the use of that?"

“……”

Resisting the urge to beat Hao Youqian, Su Yin fumbled in his pocket.

"You, you...... What do you want to do to me? ”

"Do you have a silver ticket?"

I don't know what kind of demon I was in, Hao Youqian obediently handed over the silver ticket.

After taking the silver ticket from Hao Youqian's hand, Su Yin greeted him in the face without saying a word.

"Smack-"

It wasn't enough to finish the fight on the left, and Su Yin slapped the right half of his face again under the itchy hand.

"You!"

Just as Hao Youqian was about to get angry, Su Yin grabbed his ear and whispered a few words in his ear.

After a moment, he extinguished his anger, but there was some grievance on his face.

"I know everything, but I don't have any ink in my stomach, what should I do?"

I'm waiting for your words!

Stuffing the silver ticket back into Hao Youqian's hand, Su Yin smiled: "It's simple, you can buy poems from me." ”

"Buy poetry from you? How much? ”

"Ten...... No, starting from a hundred taels, the upper limit is infinite. Refreshing free shipping...... Ahh ”

"The ceiling is infinite? What does that mean? ”

"It means...... The more money you spend, the better the quality of the poem. ”

As a wealthy loser, Hao Youqian did not hesitate to stuff three silver tickets into Su Yin's hands, "Here are three thousand taels, bring me three first." ”

Su Yin was not ambiguous, found a pen and paper and wrote on the spot.

"There are beautiful women in Yangzhou, who are as beautiful as peaches and plums. (From Cao Zhi's "Seven Miscellaneous Poems: Part IV".) ）”

In order to prevent Hao Youqian from stupidly copying and not knowing how to change the name of the place, Su Yin changed the "Nanguo" in the original poem to "Yangzhou".

After thinking about it for a long time, she wrote two more poems, "Beauty rolls beaded curtains, sits deep on the eyebrows" (from Li Bai's "Grievances") and "Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon" (from Li Bai's "Qingping Tune: Part I").

Biting the pen and thinking for a minute, Su Yin completed the sentences before and after these three poems.

"Here's it."

"Didn't you say to send a song?"

snatched the paper from Hao Youqian's hand, and Su Yin added another poem to the back.

"Satisfied now, right?"

"Let me tell you, master, although I am a loser, I have still read books, you don't want to lie to me! If I find out that you are a liar, the Hao family will issue a wanted warrant for you, so that you will never be able to enter Yangzhou! ”

"Got it, got it."

There is such a "stupid son of the landlord's family", how can Su Yin be stupid enough to make enemies with him?

In front of her, it was not a person, but a mountain of gold.

Maybe she can flicker around again, let that loser cooperate with her, and open up a business route to Suzhai in Yangzhou.

"I checked the history of this world before going down the mountain, it is purely empty, and there should be no big problems without great poets like Li Bai."

After sending Hao Youqian away, Su Yin hummed a little song and came to Qianzhuang.

It's three thousand taels!

One tael can buy two stone of rice, and in the coming year, the people in the village do not have to worry about eating and drinking.

Not only that, but there are more than two thousand taels left over to buy raw materials for perfumes and spirits.

Thinking that she would be able to add meat to eating noodles in the future, Su Yin's walking steps became a lot lighter.

"If only there were a few more such losers~"

……

The picture once again jumped back to Hao Youqian's side.

swaggered back to Xunfang Building, Hao Youqian roared: "Master, I'm done with it, come back and write a poem for the picturesque girl." ”

As soon as the words fell, there was another laugh from below.

"The pursuit of Cuiliu girl failed, and now the idea of a picturesque girl is played again, this guy really has no perseverance at all."

"Poof—"

"Poetry? Did I hear me right? This fat man can actually compose poetry? ”

"Don't be a broken poem like 'picturesque, you're so beautiful', right?"

"Very likely, hahahahaha......"

For those who came, they would rather believe that the girl in Xunfanglou would not accept guests, and not believe that Hao Youqian would compose poems.

His father is a businessman, and he is a loser who doesn't learn and doesn't know how to do it, how can he be compatible with poetry?

glanced at the picturesque girl who was still holding the pipa and half-covering her face, and then at Hao Youqian, who was full of fat on her body, and everyone laughed again.

The picture is too beautiful for them to associate with.

In the face of other people's ridicule, Hao Youqian wanted to scold back.

But when he thought of what Su Yin said to him before, he endured it again.

Glancing at the small note Su Yin wrote for him, Hao Youqian said: "There is a beautiful woman in Yangzhou, and her appearance is like a peach and plum. Travel to the shore of Yangzhou, and stay overnight to find the flower building. The vulgar is thin and beautiful, who is the hair and teeth? ”

As he read it, he suddenly lost his voice.

Secretly glancing at the small note in his hand, Hao Youqian's face turned pale instantly.

When it was over, the fourth line of the poem was soaked with sweat from his hands, and he couldn't see what it was.

"Hao Youqian, calm down. Isn't it normal to have a poem without inspiration and one sentence less? ”

After comforting himself a few words in his heart, he pretended to be light and said lightly: "What does the picturesque girl think of my poem?" ”

After this sentence was finished, the entire Xunfanglou was silent.

The people in the audience couldn't have imagined that Hao Youqian would be able to come up with such a superb poem.

Merely...... This poem seems to be missing a line?

Seeing the stunned appearance of the people around him, Hao Youqian felt a lot more relaxed.

That strange guy really didn't lie to him, the higher the price, the better the quality of the poem, and his three thousand taels of silver could be regarded as spending on the blade.

At this time, an unconvinced voice suddenly appeared in the crowd.

"You can't have copied this poem from somewhere, can you?"

"That's it." Another person chimed in: "How can you make such a good poem, you loser?" ”

"If you have the ability, you can make another song!"

The quiet Xunfanglou was boiling again, and the people around him kept forcing Hao Youqian to continue composing poems.

"Do it, I am in a good mood today, so that your ears can enjoy it."

Hao Youqian was not annoyed, peeked at the small note, and continued to read: "The beauty rolls the bead curtain and sits deeply with frowning eyebrows. But when I saw the tears wet, I didn't know who I hated. ”

"But when I see the tears wet, I don't know who I hate......"

Chewing on this sentence repeatedly, the picturesque girl's eyes turned a little red.

This poem spoke to her heart, that Hao Gongzi...... Will it be her bosom friend?

Just as Ruhua was about to invite Hao Youqian to sit in her room, Hao Youqian continued to play with the poems Su Yin gave him.

"Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon. If it weren't for the jade mountain, it would meet Yaotai under the moon. ”