Then he took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the cabinet and handed it to Xie Qingyu.

He also wanted to see what this young man could write.

Xie Qingyu took the pen and paper, but he didn't put down the pen immediately, but kept thinking about which poem to write today?

Thinking like this, she inadvertently looked around Yi Anju again, and saw the water lotus at a glance!

"Little brat, you can't write, let Ben Gongzi teach you."

"Don't be embarrassed here, go back to accompany your mother."

"Hahahahaha."

Everyone saw that Xie had not started writing for a long time, and they didn't know how to pretend to understand, but the laughter became louder.

But soon they couldn't laugh anymore, and the smile froze on their faces.

I saw that Xie Qingyu was flowing between his writings, and the momentum around him seemed to have changed into a person, and he had the spirit of a writer.

The font written by Xie Qingyu is not the cursive script of Wang Xizhi that is respected by the world, but another kind of regular script that is quite handsome.

She also likes calligraphy in modern times, and has been learning the willow body of Liu Gongquan, and she has also had a bit of willow style after so many years of copying.

After a few days, Xie Qingyu discovered a fact, there is no poetry in this era, but there is only one calligraphy master like Wang Xizhi.

Wang Xizhi is also extremely famous in the Chinese nation, and even Xie Qingyu himself can't tell why there is Wang Xizhi here, but there are no poetry masters such as Li Bai and Su Shi.

The shopkeeper was impatient, but when he saw the poem written by Na Xie Qingyu, his face changed suddenly.

aroused everyone's curiosity even more about what kind of poems this little scholar wrote.

I saw that it was written on the rice paper.

The green pond shakes and connects the stars, and rolls the orchid into the white apple. It should be a sock on the roselle wave, and there is fragrant dust in the lotus stamen so far.

This "Lotus" is also Xie Qingyu's only time when he saw a few lotus plants raised in this easy to live in peace, and he instantly remembered it.

It complements each other even more in this rather elegant teahouse, and I believe that the shopkeeper of this business will not refuse, sure enough.

"Little boy, I am slacking off, and below is Mo Huaiyuan, the shopkeeper of this easy to live in." At this time, Mo Huaiyuan changed his previous arrogant attitude and politely bowed his hand to Xie Qingyu.

Seeing that the shopkeeper instantly changed their attitude, they were very polite to the little scholar, and they all gathered around this Xie Qingyu, wanting to see what poems the little scholar had written.

"Shopkeeper Mo is polite, he is named Liu Yao, what does this shopkeeper think of poetry now?" Xie Qingyu was not angry because of Mo Huaiyuan's attitude, she had expected all this a long time ago, and she was very polite when she spoke.

Mo Huaiyuan saw that this little scholar was not angry because of his attitude, and suddenly felt that this little boy must be from a family, and his bearing was not comparable to ordinary people.

"Liu Gongzi, I didn't expect you to write calligraphy very well at such a young age, and this poem is also catchy and fascinating to read." Mo Tianyu is a businessman, and he just wants to make money by opening this teahouse, and he will not comment on poetry.

At this time, everyone also saw this poem, and their eyes were all bright, although this poem could not compare to the golden wind and jade dew as soon as they met, and they won countless in the world, but if it was in the description of the lotus, it could also be called a must.

"Little scholar, the handwriting is good."

"Little boy, the angle of Yonglian this time is different from the predecessors, comparing the swaying figure of the lotus flower to the ankle socks on the feet of the goddess of Naluoshui, and the fragrance of the goddess remains on the lotus stamen."

"This little boy is so old, and it is really good to be able to write such an artistic conception of Yonglian."

"How could he have made this poem, how could he have made such verses at such a young age?" It was the person who was called Brother Yang by everyone who spoke, and he seemed to not believe that this poem was written by Xie Qingyu, and the words pointed out that she plagiarized.

When everyone heard Brother Yang's words, they were also very skeptical in their hearts, after all, at such an age, they should not be able to make such gorgeous rhetoric, let alone the Luo Shu goddess, who is still swaying the lotus.

After hearing this, Xie Qingyu raised a trace of arc on her lips, she had never said that this poem was written by herself, and now she just wrote a poem that describes the lotus scenery ordinarily, and it was so questioned by everyone, fortunately, she did not write down the love lotus that she originally wanted to write, and with such noble feelings, this group of people will definitely think that she plagiarized the poems of a master, and it is estimated that she will sue the government and arrest her.

"Young Master Liu, where did you get this poem from?" Mo Huaiyuan was also skeptical at the moment, he just saw that the calligraphy of the poem was very good, and he naturally thought that the poem was made by this little boy.

"Hey, shopkeeper Mo, I never said that this poem was written by me, I was only responsible for selling the poem." When Xie Qingyu saw all this in front of him, he naturally expected that these people who have always prided themselves on being merry and talented, where would they see that the talent of a little scholar would be stronger than himself?

"Liu Gongzi, I am willing to buy this poem, I wonder if you can let me see the original author of this poem?" Although Mo Huaiyuan was a little displeased with the deliberate misleading of that Cai Xie at the moment, this poem with this Yi Anju was just right, thinking of the silver that was about to arrive, Mo Huaiyuan's eyes were about to glow.

"This poem was accidentally seen by me in my lord's room, my lord has always avoided the world, and this time there was some incident, so I had to sell this poem." Xie Qingyu listened to Mo Huaiyuan's words, and even lied without blushing and heartbeat, and now misleading these people was done by the master, and it can't be regarded as plagiarism.

Everyone finally heard a satisfactory answer, and saw that Xie Qingyu was indeed a family dress, and the person who made such poems must not be an ordinary family, and he had a little more trust, so he didn't say anything more.

"Then this poem, do you want it?" Xie Qingyu also raised her eyebrows, she knew that this Mo Huaiyuan would definitely open her mouth to buy it, she had a famous poem, and this teahouse also needed a famous poem to enhance its fame now.

According to Mo Tianyu's temperament, he will definitely make a big deal of publicity in Jiangning to build momentum for his teahouse, but this is no longer something that Xie Qingyu is worried about, she just wants to get money and buy medicine now.

"If you want it, you naturally want it, but Liu Gongzi, next time if your master comes out with a new work, remember to get my Yi'anju to sell it." Mo Huaiyuan didn't suspect anything, and agreed instantly.

But this little scholar was calm and relaxed, and he didn't know how to bargain.

"Shopkeeper Mo, how much do you think this poem is worth?" Xie Qingyu looked at Mo Huaiyuan with a playful expression, she was actually not familiar with the price of goods in this ancient world, no matter how much silver taels she gave at the moment, she just put on a high posture first, so that outsiders felt that they understood it very well, and naturally she would not give the price casually.

"Young Master Liu, why not twenty taels of silver? I can only come up with this price. Mo Huaiyuan tentatively threw out a price, his face was cautious, but the unique essence of a businessman inadvertently flashed in his eyes, which let people know that he did not suffer a loss at this price.

"Deal." When Xie Qingyu heard this price, he was quite satisfied, and when he went out shopping with Panchun that day, he only brought two taels of silver, which was enough to buy a lot of things.

"What, this poem can be sold for twenty taels?"

"No, no, I have to go back to writing poetry."

"Come on, with your literary talent, selling it for a tael of silver is already the best."

When everyone saw that Mo Huaiyuan, the shopkeeper of the teahouse who had always been a dime a dime, actually gave a price of twenty taels, they almost dropped their jaws in shock.

Mo Huaiyuan handed the silver two into Xie Qingyu's hands, with a kind smile.

"Young Master Liu, don't forget to bring new works in the future."

"That's nature." Xie Qingyu took the silver, thanked the shopkeeper, and left directly.

Xie lightly rumored that this Yi Anju was here, but he ran straight towards the nearby medical hall.

At this moment, it is easy to live in peace.

"Boss, you have to sell this poem for twenty taels of silver, we write so many poems for you on weekdays, and you don't say give us a few taels more."

"Even then, the little scholar doesn't know where it came from."

"Looking at the clothes on his body, he must also belong to a family in Jiangning."

"That's it, and it looks white and clean, isn't it a noble son who stole the family's clothes and slipped out?"

"Go, go, don't talk nonsense here, leave quickly when you're okay after drinking tea, don't delay my business here." Mo Huaiyuan was a little impatient when he listened to it, these poor scholars couldn't write a few good poems a day, and they ate and drank in this teahouse all day long, and now they have discovered a talented little poet, where can they still see these people in their eyes.

......

By the time Xie Qingyu was about to return home, he had already estimated Shen Shi.

She carried two large bags full of things and walked briskly down the back alley.

Those two bags of things were naturally the twenty taels of silver she had just spent from selling poems.

When I went to the medical hall, I grabbed a few more pairs of medicines according to the prescription of the master a few days ago, which was enough to eat in the next few days.

Moreover, the doctor of the medical hall also recommended a few medicinal materials to nourish yin and replenish qi, and Xie Qingyu bought them all.

On the way back, she saw the dim sum restaurant again, she thought to herself that her mother had been sick for the past few days, and she had never eaten well, so she simply bought some for her mother to take back and try it.

And the most important thing is that now you don't have to go out to work, you can get some money just by selling poems, and your mother's illness will finally be saved.

Xie Qingyu's mood is naturally very cheerful now, and even there is a smile in his eyes.

As soon as he arrived in the back alley, he skillfully picked up the grass and stuffed the medicinal herbs and snacks he had bought into the hole.

Then the man drilled into it again, and the hole seemed to be accustomed to her body, and this time it was quickly drilled through.

It's another time to clean up things, this time Xie Qingyu simply placed the family's clothes in this courtyard, thinking that it would be a trouble to take them back and be discovered by others.

Worried about his mother's injury, he had to hurry to the dog cave leading to Magnolia Garden.

Xie Qingyu entered the door and found that Liu Yuehan was still asleep, and he didn't wake her up, but just took out the trauma ointment he bought today to medicate his mother's mother.