The literati in the building pay great attention to their own quality, which adds a bit of elegance to this teahouse.

Xie Qingyu listened to the book, and felt bored, most of the content of this storyteller was the history of the previous dynasty, and Xie Qingyu was not very interested in these.

Today, I came to do business, so I walked straight to the counter.

"What do you command?" The bookkeeper at the counter saw Xie Qingyu and walked straight over, thinking that there was something negligent in the teahouse, so he asked directly. "Sir has misunderstood, there is something to find your shopkeeper below." Xie Qingyu saw that he hadn't opened his mouth yet, so the bookkeeper asked first, and his tone was extremely polite, different from those in the other stores, Xie Qingyu had a good impression of this store, and his tone was also very polite.

"I wonder what happened to the son looking for our shopkeeper?" The bookkeeper also saw this boy's face, so he asked curiously.

"I'm Liu Yao, a Mulian monk from Jiangning, and I want to talk to your shopkeeper about a business this time." Xie Qingyu said her identity as a specialist in selling poetry, she knew that the name of Mulian was very big, and the poems she wrote in Yi'anju before were also ranked first in the world.

Sure enough, when Mr. Bookkeeper heard the four words of Mulian Monk, his eyes were a little straight, he had heard the shopkeeper mention that there was a strange person in Jiangning's Yi'an Ju, who called himself Mulian Monk, and heard that his poems could be said to be unparalleled in the world, and now he heard Xie Qingyu actually said that he wanted to talk about cooperation with the shopkeeper.

"Childe wait."

After the bookkeeper hurriedly left this sentence, he trotted directly to the backyard to find his own shopkeeper.

In a few moments, the bookkeeper returned.

There was also a person behind him, his steps were all hurried, and his expression was happy.

The man looked to be only in his thirties, dressed in a plain brocade robe, with a dark purple geometric rhino belt tied around his waist, his flowing hair was tied casually, his body was magnificent, and his eyes were clear and bright, which was quite a bit of a jade tree in the wind.

"Your Excellency is Liu Yao?" As soon as the shopkeeper saw Xie Qingyu, he bowed his hand to Xie Qingyu to show his respect.

"Exactly, haven't you asked the shopkeeper's honorable name?" Xie Qingyu was quite confident, and he also replied to the shopkeeper.

"Under the name Xu Qingfeng, I don't know if your excellency has any tokens to prove your identity?" Xu Qingfeng immediately said his name lightly, but his gaze at Xie Qingyu took a look of scrutiny, although it has long been rumored in the rivers and lakes that the Mulian monk who lives in Yi Anju is very young, but at the moment this son is too thin, and he also has some doubts about Xie Qingyu's identity.

Moreover, Mulian had always only written poems in Yi'anju, Jiangning, so how could he come to Gusu today?

"I call myself Liu Yao, and I am a poet to prove my identity." Xie Qingyu had long known that Xu Qingfeng was bound to doubt his identity, after all, he had only sold poems in Jiangning before, and even he came to Gusu City for the first time, although this Xu Qingfeng looked very free and easy, but Xu Qingfeng was a businessman, how could he only look at the surface of everything?

"Then son, please." Xu Qingfeng saw that Xie Qingyu was very confident, and he was very suspicious for a while, could it be that this person is really a Mulian monk?

Then Xu Qingfeng instructed Mr. Bookkeeper to prepare paper and pencils, and sent them to Xie Qingyu.

The people who were originally listening to books and drinking tea also looked at Xie Qingyu for a while.

"Don't be ashamed if you can't write it."

"Don't underestimate the little boy, I heard that Jiang Ning has a genius, and he is a little boy."

"Yes, I've heard it too, it seems to be called Liu Yao."

……

Xie Qingyu ignored everyone's words, since she chose to come to Qingfeng Tower today, she had already thought of the verses in her heart,

He took the brush in the bookkeeper's hand, thought a little in his heart and wrote it down.

"A remnant sun spreads in the water, half of the river is sorrowful and half of the river is red.

Pity the third night of the first month of September, the dew is like a real pearl and the moon is like a bow. ”

This poem Xie Qingyu chose Bai Juyi's Twilight River Yin, she was already late today because of Xie Youran, and it was already afternoon when she arrived at Qingfeng Building, so she sat here for a while.

Looking out the window of Qingfeng Tower, the scenery above Taihu Lake is sparkling, and the sun is setting, and this poem unconsciously pops up in my mind.

Xu Qingfeng and Mr. Ledger watched from the sidelines when Xie Qingyu was writing poems.

After Xie Qingyu finished writing, he handed the poem to Xu Qingfeng's hand, and even led it to the window.

Xu Qingfeng took the poem, read it carefully, and inadvertently looked up, and found that this situation and this poem were even more supreme, and the hand holding the poem trembled slightly.

And he used to pay for Xie Qingyu's authentic handwriting, and now it seems that the two fonts are almost identical, both are Juanxiu, and they are not very majestic calligraphy.

"Good poetry, good poetry!" Xu Qingfeng looked at Xie Qingyu's confident appearance, and he was even more amazed!

"Today, I didn't recognize Liu Gongzi in the next, but I really have no eyes in the bottom." Xu Qingfeng was already impressed by the waterscape written in this poem, and directly acquiesced to the identity of Xie Qingyu Mulian monk.

The people who were originally drinking tea in the teahouse saw the shopkeeper of Qingfeng Building, and they were actually admiring the poems of the hairy boy, and for a while they all wanted to see what poems Xie Qingyu had written?

"Listening to what the shopkeeper said, isn't this young man still having a great background?"

"That's right, who doesn't know that the shopkeeper of Qingfeng Building is also a well-known talent."

"That boy doesn't know what poem he wrote? It's really curiously tight. ”

……

"By the way, I just heard from my bookkeeper that Liu Gongzi is looking for me today, I don't know what it is?" Xu Qingfeng seemed to have suddenly thought of something, so he asked Xie Qingyu.

Now the name of this poem is excellent, and the twilight river is simply tailor-made for their Qingfeng Building, if this poem can be used as the golden sign of Qingfeng Building, and the name will be beaten, presumably the future customers will be endless.

Thinking of this, Xu Qingfeng's originally extremely clear eyes flashed with a glimmer of essence.

"I don't know what Shopkeeper Xu thinks of this poem?" Xie Qingyu listened to Xu Qingfeng's words, but did not answer his question directly, but asked Xu Qingfeng's opinion on this poem.

"The battle is neat, the artistic conception is especially good, this poem is very wonderful, very wonderful!" Xu Qingfeng replied subconsciously.

"This poem was written in the next few days, and now I will be in Gusu City for a period of time, I wonder if I can sell poems in your teahouse?"

Xie Qingyu saw that Xu Qingfeng also admired this poem very much, so he said the purpose of his coming today, he would not be able to return to Jiangning City for a while and a half, so he had to find a teahouse in Gusu City to sell poems and make some money.

"Welcome, but I don't know." Xu Qingfeng was originally very happy when he heard Xie Qingyu's words, but suddenly he thought of something, his face was very embarrassed, and he was a little hesitant between his words.

"Shopkeeper Xu has something to say." Seeing this, Xie Qingyu also asked.

"It's just that I don't know what the price of a poem by Liu Gongzi is." Xu Qingfeng saw Xie Qingyu and said his intentions, although he didn't know that Liu Yao was living in Yi'an, and the shopkeeper Mo gave Xie Qingyu a lot of money, but since Liu Yao could come to Qingfeng Building, he must be short of money, so why not suppress the price this time?

"Eighty taels of silver for a song." Xie Qingyu also understood Xu Qingfeng's purpose at this time, and said casually with a roll of his eyes, she knew the fame of the Mulian monk, and she could sell it for fifty taels of silver when she was in Yi'anju, and now she has reached Gusu, the capital of the entire south of the Yangtze River, how can it not be higher?

"Recently, the shop is being renovated, there is no extra money, this time I can give Liu Gongzi a poem at the price of twenty taels." Xu Qingfeng looked at Xie Qingyu, and his face was very embarrassed.

Xie Qingyu listened to twenty taels, but he didn't answer for a long time, this Xu Qingfeng is really a good bargainer, joke, when he was not famous in Jiangnan that day, the shopkeeper Mo paid himself twenty taels of silver, and now he is already famous in Jiangnan, this person still offered himself such a price, which is really ridiculous.

"It seems that Shopkeeper Xu has no intention of cooperating this time, so he will leave first." Xie Qingyu directly stretched out his hand and pulled over the poem with the twilight river yin, said coldly to Xu Qingfeng, and turned around and left after speaking.

Xie Qingyu took the poem and walked towards the door of Qingfeng Building, but when she just walked to the door.

Then I heard a voice coming from behind me.

"Young Master Liu, please stay." Xu Qingfeng saw Xie Qingyu's unstoppable footsteps, and hurriedly shouted.

Xie Qingyu turned around and looked at Xu Qingfeng when he heard this, and sure enough, the shopkeeper's words left her.

"If Liu Gongzi is not satisfied with this price, we can discuss it again." Xu Qingfeng immediately stepped forward and invited Xie Qingyu back to sit down.

Xie Qingyu is very sure of the poems she wrote, if this family is not willing to buy, she has already prepared a backhand, good poems she has, if this shopkeeper really has no sincerity to chat, then she is not short of this teahouse.

"Shopkeeper Xu, I am writing poems with sincerity this time, why don't Shopkeepers Xu also show some sincerity, otherwise I think we really don't need to talk about it." Xie Qingyu turned around and said with a slight smile at Xu Qingfeng.

She already knew that Xu Qingfeng would leave her behind, after all, there are not many poems that can be compared to the beautiful scenery of Taihu Lake outside Qingfeng Tower, and Mulian is more than twenty taels of silver.

This Qingfeng Building can be said to be the first step for her to become famous in the entire Jiangnan as a Mulian layman, and the most important thing is that she can also make money.

"Liu Gongzi, please sit down first, this price is really a bit high, can Liu Gongzi think about it again?" Saying that, Xu Qingfeng put on a gesture of invitation to Xie Qingyu, and motioned for Xie Qingyu to sit down and talk slowly.

Seeing this, Xie Qingyu did not shirk, and directly stepped forward and sat down.

"Fifty taels at the minimum." After Xie Qingyu sat down, he poured himself a cup of tea with a smile, took a sip lightly, straightened up, stretched out a hand to the shopkeeper Xu, and said slowly.

Shopkeeper Xu was also a little surprised when he heard this number, he really didn't expect that Mulian Jushi's poem could be offered such a high price in Jiangning, so the twenty taels of silver he just shouted out was really a little less, no wonder Xie Qingyu would be displeased.

Xie Qingyu saw that the shopkeeper Xu didn't answer for a long time, so he continued.