Tang Dynasty good father-in-law

Chapter 147 Astronomical Price, Changsun Wuji
Hong Niang stood on the position of her uncle before, couldn't help but took a deep breath, and clapped her hands.

Then Xiao Er came from the shadows, carefully holding a pair of rolled up words in his hand.

"Guests, this is the first calligraphy to be auctioned tonight, and it was written by An Xuangong."

The matchmaker slowly opened the words as she spoke, although she also felt a little apprehensive in her heart.

According to what she had thought before, she still felt that how much her uncle wanted to sell for a painting was a bit whimsical, but after seeing the visitor tonight, she knew that she was wrong.

"If you live in a high temple, you will worry about your people; if you live far away from the rivers and lakes, you will worry about your ruler!"

Even though there was a considerable distance, I was still the closest and I could read the first word clearly.

Then it spread throughout the restaurant, and everyone couldn't help savoring this sentence carefully. Just one sentence made two completely different characters appear in everyone's minds.

On one side are important officials of the court above the palace, and on the other side are other people outside the palace, who may be ordinary people, ordinary scholars, or merchants who travel to and from various places.

One sentence summed up the entire restaurant, and one must know the reason for admiring An Xuangong.

Not only because the characters themselves are beautiful, but also because the things written by Mr. An Xuan are not simple.

"Good word, good sentence!"

Changsun Wuji's voice was the first to sound out, and his eyes were fixed on the word with fiery eyes. Both the word and the sentence were deeply loved by him.

"As expected of a teacher, one sentence covers the whole world."

"And there is a hint of vigilance, just as it coincides with His Majesty's love for the people."

"Duke Anxuan is still the same Duke Anxuan, whose talent in this life is unmatched."

It seems that after the first voice sounded, the voices sounded in the restaurant one after another, and there was a hint of surprise in the words.

"The starting price is one penny!"

After all these people reacted, the matchmaker's voice sounded, making people stupefied for an instant.

A penny, they heard it right, but then the matchmaker began to explain the rules of the auction, which is not difficult to understand. There is only one main rule, that is, the highest bidder wins.

If it is really only a penny, how is it possible, but it still makes many people have some illusions that they can win the name of An Xuangong with a very small price.

"The first word auction begins!"

The matchmaker's voice continued to resound, instantly cheering up everyone present.

"I will pay the usual money!"

A merchant was the first to speak out with a hint of luck in his eyes.

"Hmph, I'll pay you ten pennies!"

A cold snort sounded from the second floor. This person was none other than the former Master Cui Ren. At this time, Master Cui Ren was not the student who talked and laughed well before An Xuangong.

He is now the patriarch of the Boling Cui Clan, and the aura of a superior has been formed for a long time, obviously he is a little dissatisfied with the competition of these merchants.

However, the people around didn't think it was a surprise. Instead, they agreed with Cui Renshi's approach. The teacher's handwriting could fall into the hands of these merchants.

Sure enough, after Cui Renshi spoke out, the merchants on the first floor who originally wanted to bid couldn't help showing a wry smile on their faces.

Knowing that this auction has nothing to do with them, I can only comfort myself in my heart, it is good to see the world today.

After all, such a grand event, as well as Duke Anxuan's first charity sale, will definitely spread the word about Chang'an after tonight, and even spread throughout the world.

It would be enough to be able to participate, and this scene was also seen by Shu An.

Of course, Shu An didn't say anything, because this class was beyond his ability to change, even Li Shimin couldn't change it.

In this era, the status of scholars is relatively high, and the status of merchants is the lowest. In later generations, the status of merchants is not low. After all, it was an era of money.

However, there is a lot of room for maneuvering in this matter, after all, these merchants have very rich family backgrounds.

Just as Shu An's thoughts were racing, there was also a sound of bidding.

"Fifty sticks!"

"Eighty times!"

"One hundred strings!"

The price of this word keeps rising, which can be said to make many scholars dumbfounded.

It is not only merchants who need to know, but also many scholars. Although these people know that a piece of calligraphy by An Xuangong should not be cheap, they did not expect it to be so valuable.

It didn't take long for the price to be pushed up to the price of a hundred guan coins. After thinking of this, I couldn't help feeling envious.

Who doesn't want to be like this in the future, but there is only one Duke Anxuan in the world, so it is very difficult for them to want to be like this.

"I pay a thousand guan!"

It's just that when dozens of coins were rising, an abrupt voice sounded.

This person was the former eldest grandson Wuji, and he liked this sentence very much, so facing the rising situation, he acted instantly.

Sure enough, after the words fell, the audience couldn't help but quiet down, as if they were shocked by the price.

"The first time in a thousand times!"

"A thousand times for the second time!"

When it rang for the third time, no one made a sound, and finally a smile appeared on Hong Niang's face.

"Congratulations to my eldest grandson, you got this word at a price of one thousand strings."

The matchmaker's voice resounded, instantly bringing everyone back to their senses, not enough for some of them to have a wry smile on their faces.

"Old Fox!"

Du Ruhui couldn't help but said in a low voice. In fact, he also liked this adverb very much, especially the previous sentence, which was undoubtedly a portrayal of what ministers like them should have.

Fang Xuanling on the side also had a disappointed look on his face. He naturally liked this word too, but he was short of money, so he hoped that his old friend could win it.

However, Changsun Wuji won it, and in the end he could only comfort himself that he still had another word.

Changsun Wuji, who won this word, showed a trace of joy on his face. Although this amount is not a small amount, it is still within an acceptable range.

Shu An, who saw this scene in the private room, couldn't help sighing secretly, this eldest grandson Wuji would really seize the opportunity.

Taking advantage of the fact that many people are not familiar with the rules, they directly took this picture, otherwise it would definitely be more than a thousand.

"Next, this is a poem written by Duke An Xuan that has never been born."

The matchmaker's eyes flickered and she spoke out just as everyone sighed, the timing was just right.

For a while, it aroused the interest of those present. You must know that the poem Lingyan Pavilion written by Duke Anxuan before was passed down to the world.

It has a huge influence among scholars, so naturally there is a lot of expectation for this new poem.

Even Qin Qiong and others who didn't pay attention to the auction originally paid attention to it. After all, although these sentences are well written, they all describe civil servants and have little to do with generals.

Not to mention that Cheng Yaojin and the others are not interested in books and scholarship, but the words of poetry are different. After all, the previous Lingyan Pavilion also made these generals feel excited.

(End of this chapter)