"Set the storm, don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves!

Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why not groan and walk slowly.

Bamboo cane shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? A cloud of smoke and rain is Ren Ping's life.

The steep spring breeze blows the wine and wakes up, slightly cold, and the mountain is obliquely shining but welcomes.

Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine. ”

Li Ningxiang couldn't help but read this poem, and after reading it, she thought about sharing it with his grandfather.

However, the great Confucian of the capital on the side was already fascinated, standing aside, reminiscing about the verses he had just heard.

Bamboo cane shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? A cloud of smoke and rain is Ren Ping's life.

Lehi slowly raised his head, he seemed to see a lot, not only others but also himself, he could feel the emotions in the author's heart, the spirit of striving for liberation through the ups and downs of life hit his heart.

"It's... Where did this verse come from? Lehi snatched the paper from the lying ground and savored it again.

"That's what he wrote, that's what I said about Su Hanfeng!" At this moment, Li Ningxiang was also very excited.

She must have felt the same way as her grandfather, and they had never felt such hearty verses, and after reading them, it seemed that they had traveled through the author's life.

"This is written by the stupid son of the Su family? How can it be? I could not have written such verses in my life, and he was a fool who was mocked......"

"How could it not be? Grandpa, look at this sentence: Who is afraid, a cloud of smoke and rain Ren Pingsheng! Isn't that a true portrayal of him?"

"It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous, the fool of the Su family who has been mocked for so many years has always been a genius, and we are the fool who doesn't know why!" Lehi seemed to react slowly.

If this fool of the Su family hadn't experienced these things in the past 20 years, how could he have written such poems, and it is precisely because of such ups and downs for decades that he has created his current rich spirit.

Such an experience, such a realm, and such attainments are beyond the reach of us arrogant Confucian literati.

Li Ningxiang didn't think at all that there were such exquisite poems on the paper she picked up.

"This person is not an idle person, not an idle person!"

"Grandpa, can anyone really stand the ridicule of the world and swallow his anger for more than 20 years, just to make himself have a deeper spiritual attainment?" Li Ningxiang slowly came back to her senses and asked.

"So what? Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why not chant and walk slowly, people have long regarded this as something outside their bodies. ”

"A few simple strokes have outlined his past few decades, the realm is high, the attainments are profound, and the horror is like this."

Why did he live on the streets all these years and never think about relying on his literary talent for a few mouthfuls of food? Just a few simple sentences, isn't it enough for him to be fed and clothed for the rest of his life? Li Ningxiang asked hesitantly.

"I heard what you meant, don't worry, the old man has been in the literary world for so long, I dare to say that in Ningguo, there will not be a second person who can write such poems."

Hearing that her grandfather had such a high opinion of this person, Li Ningxiang's beautiful eyes flowed, and her heart was even more turbulent.

"Grandpa, if I want to marry Li Ningxiang, I will marry this kind of talent, so as not to become a friend of your official position and conspiracy." At this moment, Li Ningxiang also became bold.

"Don't talk nonsense, the words of the matchmaker of your parents' orders, how can you talk nonsense here." Lehi said, holding up the shelf.

"Grandpa....." Li Ningxiang shouted with a crying voice.

"Don't worry, although this poem is very good, but ...... But it is not enough to show that he is qualified and capable of marrying you. Li Hai thought about stabilizing Li Ningxiang for the time being.

"But ......"

"Who are the two?" Su Hanfeng, who walked out of the corner of the pavilion, asked with a puzzled face.

"Su Gongzi is really a noble person who forgets things, so he forgets me?"

"Wow, it turned out to be Miss Li, why did you come in person."

Su Hanfeng recognized that the woman in front of him was Miss Li who had changed her makeup.

"This is my grandfather, the well-known Confucian Li Hai in the capital."

"It's not talented, it's too presumptuous." Although Su Hanfeng didn't know much about this so-called Confucian, after all, he was Miss Li's grandfather, and he must be a good person.

Lehi picked up his stand as a great Confucian, straightened his chest and nodded.

"Elder Li came to the cold house, and the juniors were not well entertained, so I went to prepare some tea and entertain the two."

"Don't worry, this poem is from you?" Lehi asked, picking up the piece of paper he had just had.

"The juniors are fortunate to be appreciated by Miss Li, and they are willing to write poems with a hundred taels of silver, and the juniors can only offer ugliness and make Li Lao laugh."

This kind of answer was something Li Hai never expected, he could write such a poem and be so polite, which was completely different from the fool of the Su family he had heard.

Where can Li Ningxiang listen to this, at this moment, she looked at Su Hanfeng in a white shirt, with a handsome face, and a literati atmosphere, which made her fascinated.

This junior of the Su family can write such poems, so it is not casual for him to write something else.

Thinking that I would rather emphasize literature and light martial arts, such talents will inevitably not be buried, and they will definitely be celebrities next to the saint in the future.

Lehi calmly took out the silver, then folded the paper and put it on his chest, and left with his granddaughter.

Su Hanfeng looked at the heavy white silver in his hand and nodded proudly.

I didn't expect to get so much money by copying some verses casually.

"No, this money is too unrealistic, and besides, it's unreliable to keep copying poems to make money."

If you want to have a steady stream of financial resources, you have to do business, and there is only one good solution he knows at present: making soap in the ancient way.

With his keen sense of observation and smell, he had long discovered that these ancients did not like to take a bath, or could not take a bath, even those dignitaries and nobles who bathed every day had a sour smell that could not be hidden, let alone ordinary people's homes.

Su Hanfeng didn't know if the others would work, but he knew that this soap would definitely help him make a lot of money.

Make soap. It's easy.

Plant ash! Lard! Add a little spice to the inside.

Su Han was excited when he thought about it, and immediately set off to get materials.

However, when he bought this on East Street and that on West Street, he didn't care at all, and there was always a pair of eyes staring at him.

These eyes were Han Yanchen's spy Zhang Xiong, who saw that the Su family's fool began to run around the streets again, thinking that he was begging for food.

As a spy, Zhang Xiong still told Han Yanchen what he saw.

Han Yanchen was shocked when he heard it, if he had done it before, he would definitely not have cared, but seeing Miss Li Jia's way to him yesterday always made her feel uneasy.

"By the way, after Miss Li asked for a poem in a hundred taels that day, his grandfather Li Hai's poetry collection was filled with new verses, and his grandfather also became popular with this poem, and he was also appreciated by the saints." Zhang Xiong described.

"If you want to say that, it's really ......"

"Was it really that fool who wrote it?"

The more Han Yanchen thought about it, the more frightened he became, and sweat oozed from his forehead.