"Thank you, I know."

Ning Wuxian closed the door of the medical hall and began to sort out the only fixed assets in front of him.

The front hall covers an area of about 100 square meters, and the entrance is the position of the doctor, and on the left and right sides are the L-shaped medicine cabinet counters, and there is a one-and-a-half-meter-wide door leading to the backyard in the middle.

Walking into the backyard, the field of vision is broad, covering an area of nearly two hundred square meters, there are five spacious houses and four east and west wings, the courtyard is planted with a one-person thick peach tree, which is full of green fruits, and there are two one-person-high moldy medicine drying shelves next to it.

Ning Wuxian walked into the room and took a turn, and what could be sold had already been sold by the original body.

Let him see what it means to be a real family disciple.

He didn't even leave a Maza, so he could only sit on the steps and sigh about life.

"There's not a penny in your pocket, there's only one person in the museum, and rounding up is equivalent to starting from scratch."

Quick money is easy to earn, and the girl who buys poetry is still waiting to buy goods from him, and she can cash in when she writes it.

But consuming poetry all the time will fall into clichés, and eventually lead to the worthlessness of poetry, and after knowing that he wrote it, he will also be criticized and insulted and lose his reputation.

Fame is sometimes more important to a person than life.

You must think of a good livelihood that can make money every day, eat and drink without worrying about making a living.

"I don't seek to be rich and rich, and I can't wear patched clothes and straw sandals every day to swagger through the market, and I only gnaw on the nest head at every meal, and I don't put a drop of oil in the bowl."

No matter when and where, people have no dignity without money.

It's just that there are many aspects to consider when doing business here, such as the government's ban on making salt, sugar and wine that are sold privately and other businesses that make a lot of money, as for whether there are taboos in other industries, there is really no relevant memory in the original mind, only Liu Qingfang's preferences are clear.

Ning Wuxian was thinking about who to ask about the market, and a choking fragrance wafted outside, which made him cough and at the same time, it also gave him a flash of inspiration in his mind.

"There it is!"

There is a ready-made legal business to refer to, and this business must be very profitable!

Sell perfumes!

"Ye's incense shop can only burn for five hours of ordinary incense for five taels of silver, the taste and smoke can make people grab their heads, refreshing and convenient perfume, spray anytime and anywhere, isn't it more suitable for talented and beautiful people who like to fill a cup than the incense burning in summer?"

Stepping on the shoulders of the Ye family and walking up, he didn't have any guilt of bullying the natives.

And he can also take revenge on the Ye family by selling perfume, why not?

It's just that he has now been targeted by the evil dog of the Ye family, and he will definitely not give up with the Ye family's bullying style, and he must find some reliable people to guard the medical hall in advance, so that he can develop perfume without distractions in this backyard.

"When I go to ask my grandfather for guilt, I borrow a few veterans who can be used to help me, and my grandfather shouldn't refuse."

"Also, the next time the girl comes, I'll take the opportunity to ask her or her friends what perfume they like."

If you want to make money, you must have a deep understanding of customer needs.

As a gold medal planner, he knows how to launch a propaganda offensive in advance.

Ning Wuxian thought about it for a while, and felt that he could use the hands of the girl who sold the goods to achieve these two small goals.

"I sold ten poems today, and if I sell them again, it will only be unsatisfactory, and I may even smash it in my hands, so I will change it to another type for her."

A girl who treats people with a beautiful heart and a good heart deserves to be so considerate by him.

……

in the gazebo.

Shen Youchu raised the straw paper in her hand and pointed it at the scorching sun outside, whether she looked horizontally or vertically, she could only see one word between the lines - ugly!

"Jin'er, you're in a hurry to have people call me here so that I can see these dog crawlers?"

How can these words be interesting as Ning Gongzi, who must be repaid?

She was also curious about how Ning Gongzi, who was gentle and pleasant, took revenge on the Ye family viciously.

No matter how bad it is, the person who writes poetry to sell it is more interesting than the person who writes dog crawling characters.

"Youchu, I'm not asking you to read words, I'm reading poems."

Ji Jin glanced at Shen Youchu with disgust.

Although this word is scribbled, it is done in one go, and although the appearance is irregular, you can get a glimpse of the author's chic demeanor without pause when he puts down the pen, and the pen is like a god!

In Shen Youchu's eyes, the ugly words in her eyes are called wanton and free.

"At the beginning of my childhood, the words on this paper may have been deliberately written ugly to hide his true identity, so as not to recognize which famous artist it was through the calligraphy, but there was no room for any moisture in this poetry."

Ji Jin's autumn eyes shone with spring light, and his jade fingers dotted four lines of words.

"Insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks. Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind is blowing! ”

"Writing bamboo like this, I have seen it for the first time in my life! When I was young, you always said that poetry was chewing words, but this poem directly wrote the perseverance of bamboo, don't you feel it? ”

Shen Youchu's eyes widened after hearing this, and he stared at the straw paper carefully for a moment again...... She finally felt it.

This is a poem sold by Ning Gongzi!

"Good poetry." Shen Youchu playfully glanced at Ji Jin, who was still immersed in poetry, and quietly bit his ears. "Jin'er, do you know who wrote this poem?"

Before Ji Jin could say anything, Liu Qingfang, who was standing next to him, replied in a whisper: "Back to Miss Shen's words, this masterpiece was written by this Li Gongzi." ”

Li Gongzi, who was named, said "ashamed" and "don't dare" repeatedly.

Others may be modest to be Li Gongzi, but Shen Youchu, who tried to participate in selling poems, knew that this was the truth.

At the same time, Ji Jin explained to her in a low voice: "This poem was written by Li Gongzi by someone, not only Li Gongzi, you probably wouldn't guess, today's topic was written by me on a whim, and there are nine other poems, which are also ghostwritten by the same person!" In half an hour, he wrote ten poems that are in line with the four friends of the year and the four friends of the year, and he must be a great talent! ”

"Yes, yes, maybe it's a new generation of poets, if it's a talented man of the same age as Jin'er, it would be good, he could be the son-in-law of Jifu and fight against you."

In the face of Shen Youchu's unashamed jokes, Ji Jin not only did not feel shy, but showed a yearning look.

"If that's the case, no matter what he looks like or what his family background is, even if he can't be a partner, I'm willing to be his confidant, but his poetry is so noble, and he should be like this, I'm afraid I'm not worthy of him."

Shen Youchu looked at Ji Jin, who was really moved, in a daze, and it was incomprehensible.

How did this girl feel that she was not worthy of this talented person when she crawled on these dogs?

Is it great to be able to write poetry?

I must ask Ning Gongzi to say who the person who betrayed the poem is, and arrest him to match Jin'er.

My family should be beautiful, talented, figure, family background, temperament and morality.

Is Jin'er worthy of him?

I don't deserve to kill him!

"Jin'er, you've been sitting here for so long, are only these ten poems qualified?"

Shen Youchu hurriedly threw the straw paper on the table to divert Ji Jin's attention from the great talent in his fantasy.

Ji Jin pointed in the direction of the island in the middle of the lake behind him.

"There are also two talented people from the capital, Qin Fenglan and Cheng Yi, I heard that they were invited by the county lord of Jingxian to have tea, and a few of them took the poems I copied to see King Xu Shi."

Thinking of the scene when those people heard that they were personally received by Xu Jidao, they were so anxious that they almost jumped into the lake, Ji Jin was amused and helpless.

I'm afraid that King Xu Shi also saw that these were ghostwritten poems, and he was knocking on the side to find out who wrote them.

"Jingxian chased from the capital to Jinling, but she was always rejected, she must have cried quietly several times, and she felt sorry for her." Shen Youchu glanced at the students lined up outside, and said boredly: "Just those few acquaintances on the island are boring, so I will reluctantly accompany you to check the gates." ”

She has to go home for dinner in a while, and she can't always pick some ugly people to affect her appetite.

As soon as the two of them sat down, Liu Qingfang, who finally had the opportunity to interject, saw the familiar faces queuing outside, and hurriedly asked the maidservant to relight a pot of incense.

"Why did you change the incense?"

Shen Youchu was idle and asked.

Ji Jin shrugged his nose slightly, and after smelling the fragrance, he took a deep breath: "This is the new peach blossom drunk on Ye's incense shop, it is said that the peach blossom that blooms the most beautiful in spring is picked and washed with dew and ground into powder, one or two incense and a hundred taels of silver." ”

Because it was so expensive, she was reluctant to use it even if it tasted delicious, and she lit it when she saw others showing off at a tea party.

Seeing that Liu Qingfang directly filled the incense burner, it weighed half a catty, and she was secretly speechless.

It's not that this incense only produces 100 catties, which is extremely rare, where did Liu Qingfang get so much?

Shen Youchu was even more straightforward: "Is Miss Liu's family the richest man in Jinling, just order such a valuable thing?" ”

Not to make a good impression in front of you?

Liu Qingfang's heart was dripping blood, but thinking that this was given by Ye Gongzi, she did this to pave the way to the island for Ye Gongzi, and she had to force herself to show a decent smile.

"Miss Shen, Miss Ji, I have a good relationship with Miss Ye's family, this peach blossom drunk is specially given to me by Miss Ye when she heard that I was going to audit and study here today, I hope that Miss Ji and the nobles from the capital can appreciate the flavor of Jinling, which belongs to us."

Liu Qingfang pinched the point and finished speaking.

Singing was going on outside.

"Ye Changlong, Ye Gongzi wrote a poem."

A gorgeously dressed young man of medium stature stepped forward, and after his eyes met with Liu Qingfang, his eyes fell on the incense burner lit on Ji Jin's table, revealing a smile that he was determined to win.