My wife is Wu Zetian

Chapter 95 Li Yanran's Literary Talent
I haven't seen the money yet, so let me post a tea garden?

He does have a tea garden, and it is the best in Datang, but it feels a bit uneconomical to let him take it out like this.

"How can you calculate, this is also your business, Lao Li, Yanzi, bring the turnover of the teahouse these days."

Li Yanran winked at Changsun Yan, who also nodded, and brought a stack of reports to Li Zhi in a short while.

"Are you earning so much in the past few days?"

After reading the report, Li Zhi was also a little surprised.

Perfume is very expensive, but raw materials are scarce and cannot be sold on a large scale, but tea is different, this can be sold on a large scale,
If tea drinking can really be promoted throughout the Tang Dynasty, the money earned every day will not be comparable to that of perfume.

"It's a pity, if there are more and better tea gardens, this flow should be able to double."

Li Yanran sighed slightly, looking extremely regretful.

Brother, I know your weakness, so don't make fearless resistance.

"Don't talk about it, how about two high-grade tea gardens, two medium tea gardens and a hundred hectares of mountainous land around the tea gardens?"

Just as Li Yanran thought, Li Zhi couldn't resist.

At this moment, the tea garden is just tasteless to him, and it is a pity to discard it if it is tasteless.

Instead of wasting manpower and financial resources in that space, it is better to take it out now and hand it over to the tree man tea room, so as to catch the wind and make more money.

"Old Li, the tea garden and mountains must not be given for nothing."

Seeing that Li Zhi took out so much at once, Li Yanran couldn't help it at all.

"I want [-]% of the business of the tea room."

After giving Li Yanran a look that you understand me, Li Zhi expressed his request.

"Old Li, you are going too far, your tea garden is not a gift in the snow, but a icing on the cake.

We are not the only ones in this Shuren Tea Room, there are also three sons of the Duke of the State, and they will give you [-]% at most. "

Li Yanran shook her head, it doesn't matter if it's [-]% in Lan Kwai Fong, but there are too many people who share the money here,

If you take [-]% of it, how will everyone divide the rest.

What matters in business is that everyone benefits, we can't just care about ourselves.

"The son of the three princes?"

Li Zhi was a little confused. It's only been a few days, and your small group has expanded again?
Several princes of the country's lords have come over, are they so powerful?
Li Yanran didn't have such connections, it must be the fault of Zhang Sunyan.

Sensing Li Zhi's gaze, Changsun Yan scratched his head, and quickly explained: "They are all my playmates, and I will take them to do some small business when I am idle and bored."

"The face of the old dukes still has to be given. Thirty percent is thirty percent. I will send the documents to you. When the time comes, you can send someone south to receive them."

Being able to play with Changsun Yan is also a disaster for Chang'an, and being under Li Yanran's supervision is also considered a blessing.

Li Yanran nodded, she doesn't need to worry about these matters, it's best to leave it to Zhang Sunyan.

"Okay, now it's time to get down to business. How sure are you? If not, it doesn't matter if the poetry conference doesn't happen."

After finishing talking about other matters, Li Zhi turned his attention to the literary and poetry conference.

If Li Yanran is not sure, he will make it impossible to hold this poetry conference.

"Wouldn't it matter if we don't hold the Poetry Conference? Old Li, your thighs are a bit hard!"

Li Yanran was really stunned.

Some doubts, what is the identity of this old Li?
"Don't think about it, if I do this, I have to ask for help everywhere, and I have to spend a lot of money, but for the sake of building a teahouse, this matter is obligatory."

Li Zhi watched Li Yanran staring at him ghostly, and hurriedly explained!

"Mr. Li, it's actually very simple to judge whether Brother Li is capable of fighting for Shuren Tea House. Wouldn't it be enough to ask Brother Li to compose a poem on the spot?"

Changsun Yan looked at the two staring at each other, and quietly interjected.

He has great confidence in Li Yanran, but Li Zhi has nothing to do if he doesn't believe him.
Who made someone the emperor?

"Um,"

Li Zhi nodded and gave Changsun Yan a look of approval.

After all, you kid said a human word, let Li Yanran compose a poem, you know your level.

"In the general literary and poetry conference, at the end of the competition, you must set a scene and write a poem. Today I will set a scene for you, and use this tea as the theme to compose a poem."

Li Zhi picked up the teacup in front of him, pressed the floating tea leaves with a tureen, and took a sip slowly.

"It's too simple to write a poem with tea. Let's make a poem about tea."

"Shoot the buds of eagles in the fragrant bushes,

Lao Lang sent him to the immortal's house.

There is even more Xiangjiang moon tonight,
It shows Feifei's bowl full of flowers. "

After Li Yanran finished speaking, she picked up the boiling water and filled the teacup. Under the high temperature of the boiling water, a bud of tender tea instantly spread out like blooming petals, just in response to the last sentence, showing a bowl full of flowers.

"it is good."

Changsun Yan clapped his hands and applauded directly. Those who didn't know thought he wrote the poem.

"Good? Do you know what's good?"

Li Zhi is depressed, do you understand, just say yes.

"Fortunately. Fortunately, hehe, I don't know"

Changsun Yan scratched his head and stepped aside embarrassedly.

Didn't I cheer up Brother Li? As for embarrassing him so much?

"This poem is really good. It is realistic on the top and freehand on the bottom, especially the last sentence that shows Feifei's bowl full of flowers. It should be the finishing touch. Is this really your work?"

Li Zhibai glanced at his eldest grandson Yan, and then stared at his second brother closely.

He wanted to know whether the other party was perfunctorily copying the poems he copied or whether he really had real talents.

The Poetry Conference is not something that can be passed by copying only one or two poems.

"Yes."

Li Yanran's poem was written by Liu Yuxi, a later generation, but he is not yet born, so no one should ask for the copyright if he copied it himself.

"Then I'm deciding on a song, with the simplest flower as the title."

After all, Li Zhi was a little skeptical. The poem just now was not absolute, but it was also a good work. It was really difficult for him to connect it with Li Yanran.

"Hua, this is too simple, Lao Li, listen."

The corner of Li Yanran's mouth reveals a trace of disdain, wind, flowers, snow, moon, flowers, birds, fish and insects are the most common objects of literati and poets, so you want to test yourself?

"There are layers of peach and plum blossoms on the mountain."

"Fireworks in the clouds are people."

"Silver bracelets and gold hairpins come to carry water,"

"Long knives and short hats to burn She."

Li Yanran completed the poem in four steps, one sentence at a time. Although it was not as difficult as Cao Zhi's seven steps, Li Zhi was stunned by his skill.

This time Changsun Yan didn't open his mouth to applaud, but silently gave Li Yanran a look.

He knew that this kind of scene was not suitable for an illiterate himself to intervene, so he might as well be a spectator honestly.

Li Feng's eyes lit up, he found a notebook from somewhere, and wrote down all of Li Yanran's poems.

"The artistic conception of this poem is good, but when did you go to the people in the mountains when you were young, and where did you see people farming?"

It took a while for Li Zhi to come back to his senses, this poem was written by someone with profound experience, how could it come from Li Yanran's mouth?
"Old Li, you look down on people, then listen to this one."

"Last year in this gate today, people's faces and peach blossoms are red."

"I don't know where to go, Taohua still smiles at the spring breeze."

Li Yanran sang another famous poem "Tiducheng Nanzhuang", if you don't want to show you how powerful it is, I really think that I am a vegetarian.

Do I need experience?I just need memory.

As long as I have a good memory, if there are ten fights in the world, I will monopolize eleven fights, and the people in the world owe me one fight.

"This one. Is it good?"

　Ask for monthly tickets, ask for recommendations, ask for rewards.

　　Wan Geng continued.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)