You can give it a try, at least you can't rely on your daughter all the time, I Bai Yuqing can't afford to lose this person.

But there is no paper at home, so I have to buy some first.

Of course, I won't buy the expensive and scary paper just now, the kind that is specially used for those writers to write books, and if you want to write poems yourself, you should first buy those coarse paper used by ordinary people.

Bai Yuqing casually found a shop and bought hundreds of pieces of paper, which cost less than twenty copper plates.

This kind of shop can be found everywhere, and in this era of great writers, pen, ink, paper, inkstone is the most common commodity.

Bai Yuqing once again lamented the gap between writers and ordinary people.

After paying the money, he drifted away in the eyes of the shopkeeper as if he had seen a ghost.

It was already noon when I went back, and after walking for so long, my stomach began to rumble again.

Bai Yuqing, who didn't have enough breakfast, decided to have a good meal before starting a business, which was considered to treat himself.

I walked all the way back and looked all the way, and finally solved my stomach problem in a restaurant that looked quite high-end.

It was already afternoon after returning home, Bai Yuqing put the paper on the table and fell asleep, and he couldn't sleep well because he was hungry a few days ago.

Now that my stomach is full, sleepiness comes up.

By the time Bai Yu came to his senses, it was already late at night, and it was silent outside, only a few dog barks in the distance.

He fumbled his way up and sat down at the table to begin writing poetry.

Light a candle, grind, pick up a pen, think......

What kind of poem do you write?

I don't know if there will be those poems in the world in my previous life, so let's start with a less popular one.

Just write about the tiger!

While thinking about the poems, Bai Yuqing thought of the majestic posture of the king of beasts, the tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, and the beasts bowing their heads.

The articles and poems that I knew in my previous life appeared one by one, happily surrounding Bai Yuqing.

Bai Yuqing felt that his whole person had fallen into a very wonderful realm, and when he came back to his senses, a poem had already jumped on the page.

The sawtooth hook is as sharp as a blade, and the cold roars and generates thousands of winds.

Hand-to-hand fighting comes to the sheep and dogs, and the tiger male competes like a tiger minister.

Bai Yuqing didn't know when he wrote the poem, he only felt that he had forgotten the passage of time and devoted himself to it.

And after I finished writing, I was even more energetic.

"What's going on?" Bai Yuqing, who was puzzled, didn't care too much, just regarded it as a night buff blessing.

After all, successful people in previous lives said that between two and four o'clock in the morning is the most active time for thinking and creation.

He placed the poem on an empty shelf in a corner of the bookstore, let the ink dry on its own, and went back to sleep.

The next day, Yuqing Bookstore opened early in the morning.

Bai Yuqing got up as soon as it was dawn and cleaned up the courtyard and bookstore, looking much more comfortable.

The books in the bookstore were also confiscated.,Although the original owner wrote badly, it's a bookstore after all.,It's too much if you don't even have books.。

And maybe there is anyone who doesn't know the goods will buy it, anyway, as long as you give money, you can sell it.

After cleaning, Bai Yuqing sat down at the counter at the door, waiting for the guests to come to the door.

There is no mobile phone in this world, and it is really boring when waiting, and he can only take the book written by the original owner to look at it, it doesn't matter if you look at it, you only find out after reading it......

It's better not to watch it, what is this! Waste of youth!

Bai Yuqing didn't wait for a single guest from morning to night, and the shops on the side closed one after another, and Bai Yuqing could only close the door and go back to the courtyard.

It's okay, it's only the first day, it's going to be fine. Bai Yuqing comforted himself.

As a result, for three days, let alone a single sale, no one even came in.

Bai Yuqing calmly analyzed: This side is located in a remote area, living in a corner, and there are few people. The most important thing is that everyone knows the original owner's level of writing. If you can't think of it, you come here to buy books.

It's not good to be a teacher!

Bai Yuqing is also a little anxious, no one is the most troublesome thing, it seems that he has to think of some way to attract some guests.

After lunch, the sun was shining, and Bai Yuqing, who just wanted to take a break, caught a glimpse of a figure at the door.

When I looked closely, it was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy with a slightly lost look in his eyes, but he was dressed gorgeously.

Although it's a child, the visitor is a guest, maybe it's a rich man's son. Bai Yuqing hurriedly stepped forward to greet him, "Welcome, look at it casually, if you have anything you like, you can ask." “

"Huh? You don't know me? The boy was a little surprised.

"The people who come to my store are all my customers, and the people who come are guests, and I don't care about the rest." The white jade does not change color.

"Visitors are guests? Interesting. ”

He is a member of the Qi family in Baiquan Town, and as one of the top families in Baiquan Town, he is the object of thousands of people everywhere.

And he, Qi Hai, is the son of Qi Tiandao, the head of the Qi family. There are people who don't know him. How could he not be surprised!

As for why Qi Hai came here, it has to start with himself.

Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read.

Although Qi Hai is the son of Qi Tiandao, he has been clothed and fed since he was a child, and he can be said to have been born with a golden spoon, but this cultivation alone is extremely unsmooth.

His father also used the family's resources to buy him a lot of books, but Qi Hai was never able to enter the country, let alone realize his own way from them.

Four years.

The family gradually became disillusioned with him, and even proposed a new election of an heir.

At the beginning, Qi Tiandao also argued with reason, saying that Qi Hai was just slower to enter the country.

But after a long time, Qi Hai is still standing still. Qi Tiandao was slowly unable to refute the meaning of the elders.

Today, Qi Hai heard others at home gossip about him, saying that it was impossible for him to enter the country in this life, and the head of the Qi family was about to change his heir.

Qi Hai, who already has a strong sense of self-esteem, couldn't stand this, and went out alone to relax without telling his family.

Along the way, he was preoccupied and looked around, aimlessly, and when he came back to his senses, he had already arrived near here.

In the past, he heard from his family that there was a literary scholar named Bai Yuqing in Baiquan Town, but his evaluation was average.

It's just here today, so let's take a look at what it is.

Qi Hai wandered around the store, picking up a book from time to time and flipping through it.

Almost all of the books here are descriptions of beasts or weapons, but these descriptions are superficial and some are even wrong. There's no verve to speak of.

These books are a far cry from home.

Qi Hai was not disappointed, after all, he would not be disappointed without expectations.

I'm here to pass the time.

But I sighed in my heart, it still seems that it is really as the family said, this Bai Yuqing is an embroidered pillow, and there is no ink on his chest.

Thinking about it, I came to the depths of the bookstore, where there were even fewer books, only a few books.

Just when Qi Hai was bored and wanted to leave, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a lonely piece of paper on the shelf inside.

"What is this?"