"Slow down, handle it gently, don't bump it."

"Come on, put the flower ornament here, hey... Be careful! ”

"Yes, yes, the porcelain vases are all placed here, so be careful."

Liu Jun was covered with sweat, running in and out of an unknown number of times, directing the various guys who came to the door to deliver the goods, and placed all kinds of jade, calligraphy and paintings, porcelain, silk decorations, tables and chairs, flowers and plants customized by Chu Ling according to Chu Ling's order.

The tavern, which was a little dilapidated, has been given a new look.

"Young Master Chu, are you sure you want to build like this?"

A corner of the backyard of the tavern.

The strong man in the black cloth shirt rolled up his sleeves and looked at Chu Ling with a strange expression, he had never encountered such a strange errand after doing this for so long.

"Is it difficult?"

Chu Ling looked at the strong man with a calm expression, "If I can't build it, I can find another one." ”

"It doesn't have to be."

The strong man hurriedly waved his hand and said, "The small one will definitely be able to build it well, just now I confirmed this matter to you." ”

How can the duck fly away?

"Then let's get started."

Chu Ling nodded and said, "According to the deadline we have set in advance, if it can be completed ahead of schedule and the quality is guaranteed, I will add money." ”

"Gotcha."

The strong man was overjoyed when he heard this, patted his chest and said: "Just look at it, the small one must be built with heart, if there is any difference, the salary does not need to be settled!" ”

Chu Ling smiled slightly, looking at the crowd busy in the backyard, and sighed in his heart.

If it weren't for a few taels of broken silver, who would want to leave their wives and children, neglect their company, and be busy running around?

In his previous life, he was blinded by fame and fortune, and he seemed to have gained a lot, but in fact he lost more precious.

Now that he has relived his life, Chu Ling saw it and thought it through.

Whether it is fame or profit, it is all something outside the body.

Life does not bring it, death does not bring it.

Maybe living in this world is inseparable from these external objects, but it is enough, there is no need to fall into it, and it is best to live according to your heart.

For Chu Ling, he wanted to live like this now.

If you don't like it, you don't like it, if you like it, you just follow your own heart, he doesn't want to be forced to do things by anyone.

His life should be up to him!

It's tiring to live, so why let yourself be wronged?

"Childe!"

Liu Jun ran into the backyard excitedly, panting slightly: "The layout of the tavern you set, except for those few pieces of special furniture, it will take a few days to deliver, and the rest are all placed, do you want to take a look?" ”

"It's a bit of a tavern keeper."

Chu Ling didn't rush to the front store, but looked at Liu Jun with a smile, "Keep it up, do a good job, I won't treat you badly." ”

Liu Jun scratched his head.

In the past, he was a guy who ran a hall, but now he has become a tavern shopkeeper, and his key monthly money has risen again.

This made Liu Jun excited, but he was also sure that Chu Ling was a child of a rich family, perhaps tired of living in the house, so he ran out to open a tavern.

With such thick thighs, he has to hug them!

"Childe, the tavern is stepping up rectification right now, how do you think this signboard should be changed?"

Liu Jun thought for a while, and said with a smile to Chu Ling: "Do you go to Forget Worry Lake in person, there are many talented people gathered there, if you can find a pair of ink treasures, and then inscribe poems, when the tavern opens, it will definitely attract many people." ”

"Let's call it 'Drink.'"

Chu Ling stood with his hands in his hands, and said with a calm face: "You don't have to go to the Lake of Forgotten Worries, I'll write a couplet later, you can take it and find a place to make a plaque, and hang it outside the store when it's ready." ”

"Okay."

Seeing this, Liu Jun nodded hurriedly in response.

However, in Liu Jun's heart, there are still some doubts.

Obviously, the Seven Great Academies held a poetry meeting in Forget Worry Lake, attracting many talented people to participate, if they could spend some money to ask for a sub-ink treasure, and then hire some people to advertise it, it would definitely attract a large number of people, but why Chu Ling didn't care, it seemed that he didn't have any interest.

The Poetry Society of Forget the Worries Lake is very famous in Shangdu.

Its pomp and circumstance is comparable to that of the imperial examination.

Since the convening of the Poetry Club of Forget Worry Lake, it has attracted a large number of readers, and the wealthy, powerful, celebrity, and wealthy businessmen in Shangdu have all paid attention to this matter.

Those who can win the top spot in the primary election of the seven academies can enter the academy and be accepted as a personal disciple by the Great Confucian.

This is something that many readers dream of.

There are even rumors in the market that when the Forgotten Lake Poetry Club competes in the final election, there will be nobles attending the banquet, and this matter is rumored to have noses and eyes.

……

Forget the worry lake, Zhaoyan Institute opened a painting boat.

"This guy sells poetry just for the decoration of the tavern?"

Huangfu Jingyu held the letter in his hand, and his eyebrows showed incomprehension, "What is he thinking?" Why is there such a rush to open a tavern? ”

"Princess, is there anything unusual?"

Lianxin, who was serving on the side, looked at Huangfu Jingyu suspiciously.

Is there anything unusual about the decorating of the tavern?

"Look at Xiao Zhiyi's letter."

Huangfu Jingyu seemed to be smiling, and handed the letter to Lianxin, "Chu Ling, well, the towering Ling, the shot is really generous, and in less than two days, he spent all the gold." ”

“？？？”

Lianxin showed surprise and took the letter with respectful hands.

All the 100 gold you get from selling poems is spent?

For the respected Huangfu Jingyu, 100 gold is really nothing.

It's just Chu Ling's behavior, Huangfu Jingyu can't understand it.

"It's just that little tavern, how can you use 100 gold?!"

After reading the letter, Lian Xin frowned slightly and said: "The tavern that Chu Ling rented is not as big as a cross-courtyard in the princess's mansion, no matter how it is decorated, hundreds of taels of silver are enough to ......."

"Didn't you look closely?"

Huangfu Jingyu raised her eyebrows slightly, lifted her robe and got up and said: "Chu Ling's tavern, just say that the calligraphy and paintings used for decoration cost dozens of taels, this towering Ling, even bought seven pieces, and didn't even blink his eyes." ”

Lotus Heart: "......"

This is too much of a loser.

Even if you have money, you can't spend it like this.

Calligraphy and paintings at this price, although they are not treasures, but they are also good works, if others buy, they are treasured in the study to enjoy, who will buy them, they will hang in the tavern.

In Shangdu, those who are relatively wealthy have 15 taels of expenses in a month, and Chu Ling spent 100 taels of gold in two days.

Chu Ling opened a tavern, just playing so big?

Lotus Heart has nothing but fright.

"Princess, Jiang Gong of Zhaoyan Academy has arrived."

Outside the private room, a smart voice sounded.

"Let's go, let's go out and have a look."

"Whoa!"

The master and servant left the private room and looked down through the fence, and saw a crowd of people on the first floor of the painting boat, and the atmosphere was very lively.

"After waiting for a few days, I can finally see Jiang Gong."

"Yes, if you can get Jiang Gong's comments, even if you can't enter Zhaoyan Academy, you will have no regrets in this life."

"Have you heard? Lord Zuo, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, also came to forget the lake with Jiang Gong. ”

"Really? It is rumored that in the church examination this year, the Holy One intends to appoint Lord Zuo as the chief examiner. ”

"The rumors in the market are not credible, let's wait and squeeze forward, don't miss the comments later."

The readers gathered on the first floor of the painting boat, one by one, were emotional, and rushed towards the center of the first floor of the painting boat, completely losing their previous freedom and ease.

Huangfu Jingyu, who was standing on the fence, overlooked the scene in front of him, and his smart eyes flashed with a touch of disdain.

She respects scholars, but she has no respect for ordinary people.

Different from the other six academies, the Zhaoyan Academy opened a painting boat in Wangwu Lake, divided into three floors, which was used as a primary poetry club, and it was Jiang Zhongzi who was in charge of this.

This person is a world-famous Confucian, but his temperament is eccentric and withdrawn.

Although the poetry meetings held by the seven academies were only primary elections, Jiang Zhongzi set the rules.

Only those who enter the eyes of the disciples can enter the second floor to receive individual comments.

Otherwise, they stay on the first floor, and the poems they write are pasted on wooden signs.

When he went to the second floor, Jiang Zhongzi would come to take a look, and if he could stop and watch, he could go to the second floor to be selected.

As for the third floor, it is not open to the public.

And the person in charge of this matter is Liu Chengfeng, who is familiar with Huangfu Jingyu.

'Here we are! ’

Huangfu Jingyu's eyes lit up, and he saw a few people walking into the painting boat, which was originally noisy, but at this moment it was so quiet that he could even hear a needle dropping.

The scholars who were supposed to stay on the second floor were all gathered at the fence at this time, although they were not as excited as the group gathered on the first floor, but they all looked around.

Jiang Zhongzi, this is a world-famous Confucian!!

"Gong Jiang, when you come to Forget the Lake today, you have to drink a few times."

Under the gaze of countless eyes, an old man in a green shirt and a Confucian robe, holding a bamboo fan, smiled and joked to the red-clothed old man in parallel: "This time, the old man is prepared. ”

"I'm afraid you can't."

The old man in red snorted coldly, and walked forward with his head held high, not caring about the crowd gathered around him, "Don't get drunk when you come, and jump into the lake like when you were young, tonight is not as good as in the past, you are a scholar of the dynasty, if you really want to do such a thing, I am afraid that you will be made fun of by the world's scholars." ”

Liu Chengfeng, who was following behind, saw his teacher exposing his shortcomings like this, held the bamboo fan tightly and lowered his head, holding back a smile.

"You old puppet!!"

Zuo Guang glared first and said angrily.

Jiang Zhongzi was not afraid at all, and walked forward with his head held high, and the wooden signs along the way were covered with poems, but he did not mean to stop.

In the crowd gathered here, many scholars looked nervous, their hearts were beating fast, and they stared at Jiang Zhongzi and Zuo Guangdou.

'You've stopped!' ’

In the hearts of many people, their thoughts are even more broken.

If Jiang Zhongzi can stop and watch, it means that there is still hope.

However, Jiang Zhongzi didn't mean to stop at all.

More and more people's faces showed a look of loss.

"Princess, you asked the slave maid to paste the poem of Prince Chu in such a hidden corner, can Jiang Gong really see it?" Seeing that Jiang Zhongzi was getting closer and closer to the wooden staircase on the second floor, Lianxin was a little nervous, and said to Huangfu Jingyu: "If Jiang Gong didn't see it, wouldn't it be ......?"

"You don't understand."

Huangfu Jingyu seemed to be smiling, waved his hand and said: "Jiang Gong's discerning eyes are unique, and there is nothing he can't see." ”

As he spoke, Huangfu Jingyu looked at Jiang Zhongzi.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, Jiang Zhongzi and Zuo Guang walked quickly first.

"Stop, stop."

Lianxin saw that Jiang Zhongzi was about to climb the wooden ladder, walked towards the second floor, and began to mumble to herself.

My heart is beating faster.

Huangfu Jing Yu'e frowned slightly.

Impossible.

Seeing that Jiang Zhongzi didn't turn his head, he climbed the wooden ladder and walked towards the second floor, and the group of scholars gathered on the first floor were full of sadness, and their hearts were full of loss.

None of the poems posted on the first floor made Jiang Zhongzi stop.

This has dashed many people's expectations.

"Princess, the poem written by Gongzi Chu did not enter the eyes of Jiang Gong." Lianxin was a little lost, lowered her head and said, "Slave maid......"

"Look!! Jiang Gong came down again. ”

But before the words were finished, an excited voice sounded, making countless surprised eyes.

Huangfu Jingyu's frowning brows seemed to stretch.

"Chu Ling, the towering Ling, is even crazier than the old man."

Jiang Zhongzi's voice sounded in the painting boat, which made countless people wonder, who is this Chu Ling, who can make the world-famous Confucian, turn back when he ascends to the second floor!