Xiaosheng is not a nerd

Chapter 73 Snowy Night Fireworks
Because Xie Fu showed his hand just now, he immediately became the focus of attention when he made a sound.

A young man said: "Young Master, you don't even know the names that Chen Du knows."

Xie Fu had heard of Chen Duzhi's name once or twice, and Chen Duzhi himself, Xie Fu had met once, when Chen Duzhi regarded him and Hu Diquan as bearers.

Xie Fu wanted to know the details of Chen Duzhi, so he simply smiled and said, "I'm a foreigner, and I just came to Suzhou not long ago."

The young man smiled and said: "No wonder. Chen Duzhi's name is very famous in Suzhou City. If there is any famous actress whose reputation can overwhelm all the big brothel courtesans, it must be Chen Duzhi."

"The literati in Suzhou City are all proud to participate in the poetry reception hosted by Chen Duzhi, and her posts are hard to find in the market."

Xie Fu smiled and said, "So that's the case, it's just for a post for a poetry reception."

"My lord, don't underestimate this post."

As the young man spoke, he introduced Chen Duzhi to Xie Fu in detail. They were errand runners who walked through the streets and alleys every day, and they were most familiar with gossip.

This Chendu is known as Chen Qinglan, who has the reputation of "Snowy Night Fireworks", and is as famous as Chang'an's first oiran, "Tianshui Fairy Song".

Speaking of the reputation of fireworks on a snowy night, there is a story here. On a certain snowy and very cold winter night, Qinlou held a grand poetry and prose singing reception. The literati wrote poems while drinking, and the atmosphere was very strong.

Halfway through the reception, the stove in the elegant hall burned out, everyone gradually felt cold, and they all cared about enduring the cold, and the atmosphere was not as lively as it was at the beginning.

At that time, because the heavy snow fell intermittently for more than ten days, many important roads were blocked by heavy snow, and the traffic was very inconvenient. In addition to the cold weather, the amount of charcoal used soared. Although the price of furnace charcoal on the market soared several times, it was still one charcoal. It's hard to find, even in a place like Qinlou, there is a shortage of charcoal.

The fire was extinguished, and the room was like an ice cellar. Everyone was sitting and shivering, and there was no interest in writing poetry. The reception in front of them was about to break up, and someone invited Chen Duzhi to come to the rescue.

Chen Duzhi didn't bring charcoal here, she was already quite famous at that time.

The appearance of the noble and elegant Chen Duzhi immediately lifted the spirits of the literati present.

She talked elegantly and interestingly, and started drinking again. Relying on her unique charm, the atmosphere in the elegant hall was warmed up again, and everyone was so excited that they completely forgot the cold.

That night, talented scholars wrote poems to praise Chen Duzhi's witty words and added fireworks.

The reputation of "Snowy Night Fireworks" came from this, and since then, Chen Duzhi's reputation has become higher and higher.

Xie Fu finished listening, "Oh, that's the case. I don't know how this "Snowy Night Fireworks" compares to the national scholar Wushuang and Wang Wushuang?"

The copper legs were astonished when they heard the words.

The young man said in an unbelievable tone: "My lord, you actually compare Fengyuezhong with Mr. Wang!"

"Incomparable! Incomparable! Mr. Wang is a famous landmark in the history of our Suzhou city. Even if all the ladies in brothels gather together, they can't compare."

A woman is respected as a husband, which shows the status of Wang Wushuang in the hearts of these people.

At this moment, Guanshi Meng and Mr. Wu came downstairs and walked directly in front of Xie Fu.

Meng Guanshi introduced the two of them respectively, "This is Wu Jie, Mr. Wu, and this is Xie Fu, Mr. Xie."

Wu Jie looked at the plainly dressed Xie Fu, and said in a contemptuous tone, "That's him?"

There were many people in Qinlou that day, and Xie Fu kept a low profile, so Wu Jie didn't have the slightest impression of Xie Fu.

Xie Fu smiled slightly, and the business came.

Meng Guanshi nodded, "This is Mr. Xie."

It seems that Guanshi Meng deliberately mentioned Xie Fu to Wu Jie upstairs just now. Of course, he doesn't know the details of Xie Fu, and it's time to test his vision.

Wu Jie looked at Xie Fuli inside and out carefully again, and asked in a questioning tone: "Do you know how to compose poetry?"

Xie Fu said modestly: "Know a little bit." He has always spoken modestly, not only knows how to write poetry, but the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all good, especially the two kinds of piano and painting.

Wu Jie said coldly: "I'm in a bad mood right now, don't tease me, do you know it, what do you mean knowing a little bit?"

"Yes!" Xie Fu responded decisively.

Wu Jie said: "Then I'll give you the time to write a poem and listen to it."

"Master Wu, please come up with a question."

Poetry is like a state of mind, it is a temporary sustenance, many good poems are recited with feelings, it is unacceptable to write without a title.

This Wu Jie would go to the Benma Club to ask for help, naturally it was half a bucket of water, and it would not be his turn to ask this question, but he couldn't come up with any good questions.

Wu Jie looked around, thought for a while, and said, "We are at the running horse club, so we should write a poem about running horses."

Xie Fu smiled. Since there is a problem, it is easy. It is nothing more than a routine, refining words and sentences. The so-called words are refined a hundred times, and sentences are refined a thousand times. cadence.

"There is."

"A galloping horse moves like a bow, galloping to chase after the footsteps. Born to work hard, I hope to be the one who holds the whip."

No one applauded, and the white men only thought about what was going on at this time, and they couldn't understand it.

Poetry is too far away from them.

Only Wu Jie nodded thoughtfully, and after a while, he came to his senses, "Well, it sounds interesting, so-so."

Xie Fu smiled slightly.

Wu Jie said seriously, "If you know how to compose poetry, then would you know how to play brothels?"

Xie Fu responded, "Let's be so-so."

Wu Jie emphasized his tone: "Qinlou's arena!"

Qin Lou!Representing the highest level of brothels in Suzhou City, it is an existence that is difficult for ordinary people to reach.

Hearing that Wu Jie's tone was intended to scare Xie Fu, Xie Fu smiled slightly: "For me, the arena is the same everywhere."

Wu Jie said lightly: "It's not bad to have this confidence. It's just you. The price is the same as Huang Shaonan, five taels of silver." Wu Jie is also considered generous, and he doesn't touch Didi.

All the white men were secretly excited when they heard the words, five taels of silver!

It's almost a year's wages. These people are running around every day. Except for food and drink, they can't save enough five taels of silver for a year.

Earn five taels of silver in one night, what a nice scholar!
Xie Fu replied, "I want ten taels of silver."

Hearing this, all the white men were so shocked that their crotches would burst, and this Mr. Xie would even increase the price!

Just now I only charged ten cents for writing an elegiac couplet. I thought Mr. Xie was the second elder brother. It seems Mr. Xie is the same, he understands the beauty of silver very well.

Wu Jie was furious: "You dare to ask me for ten taels of silver with a silver leg."

Xie Fu suppressed Wu Jie's anger with one word, "If you can't win, I don't want a penny."

Wu Jie looked at Xie Fu in astonishment, but after a while he said viciously: "Yes! But I have one more requirement, if you can't win, I will break your leg!"

Xie Fu returned the fan to Wu Jie, "Deal!"

Seeing that Xie Fuying was so forthright, Wu Jie was taken aback.

Wu Jie didn't know that he missed it.

The two agreed that Qin Lou would meet at the exact hour of the night.

　Tomorrow is the plot that everyone is looking forward to.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)