After being divorced, my identity as a poet was exposed

Chapter 3 The First Pot of Gold
Maybe it's because the Zhongli mansion made a lot of noise about meeting friends through literature, and of course it could be that the third lady in Zhongli mansion really deserves her name.

In the past, this Erjinggou alley was quite lively, but today this street is quite clean.

Li Chenan walked to the east end of the alley slowly.

The sunlight faded over his head, where a thick branch of a banyan tree stretched out from the yard.

This is his shop.

In fact, if you count it, looking at the huge Guangling City, Erjinggou Alley is not the most remote place. If you set a level for this shop, it is roughly equivalent to a third-level port.

Not good, not too bad.

It also has a big advantage.

Diagonally opposite this shop is an academy called Qianmo.

It is smaller than Takeshita Academy, but there are hundreds of students.

At this moment, there was no sound of reading in Qianmo Academy, and the students who wanted to come to the academy also went to Huaping Lake.

Li Chenan pushed open the door of this shop, stood inside and looked carefully, the walls were already mottled and needed to be repainted.

The stove is a bit of an eyesore and a hindrance. It is not necessary to open a tavern, so it has to be dismantled.

Make the place of the stove into a bar, and build a row of wine cabinets behind it. The lanterns are a bit old and need to be replaced with new ones. Those tables and stools are usable, so let’s keep them.

That's it, the key issue is winemaking.

Of course, the brewing cannot be done here, it has to be put in the backyard.

Stepped into the backyard, stood in the patio of the backyard and thought for a while, and decided to put the wine-making utensils and food storage in the west wing. Although it is not big, the tavern is small, and it can produce about ten catties a day. Wine was more than adequate.

Thinking about it carefully, this Ning Kingdom is roughly the same as the Tang Dynasty in the previous life.

In the Tang Dynasty, the highest degree of wine was only about [-] degrees, and ordinary wine was only about [-] degrees. The key is that the price is still very expensive.

The price of wine in Guangling City is also very expensive.

The cheapest wine is priced at [-] Wen for a small bucket.

A small bucket is roughly four catties, and a catty is worth eighty Wen.

And better wine, such as Guangling San in Guangling City, is priced at 250 Wen per bucket, which is [-] Wen per catty!

In comparison, a bucket of rice is only [-] Wen, so wine is considered a luxury, and it is not something that ordinary people can afford.

And the wine brewed by the distillation method must be more expensive, so the consideration is not the sales volume, but a special product for a specific group of people.

Of course, it is not a very good idea to sell luxury goods in Erjinggou Alley, because almost all the people living here are ordinary people, and these people are not the target customers of the tavern.

Li Chen'an thought about it carefully, if the wine is fragrant these days, I'm afraid it's not afraid of the depth of the alley. After all, it's a unique thing, and it's a big deal to use some marketing methods to attract those wealthy customers in Guangling City. .

Therefore, the shop had to be worthy of the identities of those people, and the decoration needed to be more refined.

For example, it needs to be low-key, mysterious, and connotative if it is arranged like the bar in the previous life.

Don't ask why it is wine making again, because this thing is the easiest to realize, and the key is profiteering.

Of course, extracting refined salt is also a huge profit, but that thing is controlled by the government. If you don't have enough strength to get salt, the old birthday star hangs himself and doesn't want to live.

Li Chen'an made careful planning, and after simple calculations, he found a problem, the two taels of money in his pocket were not enough.

It is mainly the equipment for brewing wine, the decoration of the shop, and the purchase of grain, which needs about 30 taels of silver!

What's going on here?
The finances of that family are now controlled by Li Wenhan's concubine, and it is obviously impossible to go back and ask for money.

Sitting in front of the stone table in the courtyard, with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone set up, Li Chenan sorted out his memory while grinding the ink, hoping to find some other ways to make money from his memory.

Yu Heng, who was squatting on the roof and watching him secretly, had a look of doubt on his face.

After thinking hard, the boy wrote on the paper, and wrote a dozen sheets without stopping. The sad look on his face disappeared, and it was replaced by peace.

Li Chenan did think of some simple ways to make money.

For example, there are so many people in Huaping Lake today. If you think that the Wenhui will not be over for a while, you can use the two taels of silver in your hand to buy some tea and cakes and sell them at a stall in Huaping Lake.

Or order food for those wits to deliver food.

Or... Didn't the third lady also ask the talented scholars who went on the boat to write poems?
I have a lot of ideas about this thing, and it is estimated that it can be sold for a very good price. This is also the easiest way.

So what he wrote on paper were poems that he believed were enough to make him a pot of gold.

After drying the paper on the table, he put it in his arms. Just as he was about to get up and go to Huaping Lake to sell these poems, a person came in front of him.

seen.

It was the attendant of the handsome young man in the Misty Rain Pavilion.

When Zhiyuan stepped into the backyard, she frowned slightly, because it was too shabby.

"Young master,"

Zhi Yuan stood in front of Li Chen'an, a full head short, with her neck raised.

"Is something wrong?"

"My family, my son, please go to Huaping Lake for a talk."

Li Chenan was startled, thinking that maybe his couplet would be remembered by that handsome young man, and thought, could it be that he took the couplet and boarded the boat?

Then you have the qualifications to do poetry again?

It is estimated that the handsome young man can't write any good poems, after all, generally speaking, appearance is inversely proportional to talent.

That young master was born too flawless, naturally he didn't have a few drops of ink in his chest.

Thinking of this, Li Chenan suddenly had an idea in his mind.

He simply sat down, looked at the handsome young man in green with a smile and said, "I'm sorry, but please tell your son that I'm not free."

Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, apparently not expecting the guy in front of him to refuse.

It is a great honor to know how many teenagers dream of being invited by the Fourth Princess of Daning!

If this guy is taken in by the fourth princess, with the favor of the fourth princess in front of the emperor, he only needs a word from her, and this down-and-out son can immediately rise to the top.

But he said no time!

By the way, he didn't know that it was Her Royal Highness the Fourth Princess.

Zhi Yuan held back her temper and said again: "I see that you don't have any busy activities here, if you go to Huaping Lake, it will only take you a while... It might be more beneficial to take a trip than to sit here."

The meaning of these words is already obvious, but Li Chen'an thought wrongly.

He became more and more convinced that it was the handsome young man who needed to compose a stunning poem for him.

He took out a stack of papers from his pocket, took one casually and put it on the stone table, and said with a smile: "This is a poem, the price is... 100 taels of silver, based on this poem, your young master will definitely get it." Get what you want."

When Li Chenan said this, he kept looking at the kite, and he felt a little uneasy. After all, selling 100 taels of silver for just one poem seemed really dark.

Whether he is willing to spend such a large sum of money to buy a poem depends on the determination of that handsome young man.

Considering the richness of the young master's clothes, a hundred taels of silver is nothing. If the young master falls in love with the third lady of Zhongli Mansion, then the deal is very likely to be concluded.

This is supply and demand.

Now it seems that at least that handsome young man is not short of money, because the attendant was not too shocked when he heard the price, but was just stunned for a moment.

Zhiyuan was indeed taken aback for a moment, first of all, what does His Highness want this word for?The second is to buy a poem for 100 taels of silver...is this considered expensive?
Not expensive.

But to see who made it!
If it came from the hands of Confucianism, the flower boss of the Taiyuan Academy, it would be hard to find.

If it came from the hands of the four great talents in Yujing City, it would be worth a thousand gold.

But this person in front of me...

Living in such a humble house, with little-known names, how can it be possible to have a deep knowledge of literature?
The Ning Empire attaches great importance to literati, especially talented literati. If this person is famous in Guangling, it is impossible for Li Jingsi not to know.

Clear Mirror Division really didn't know such a boy existed.

So even if he is talented, it is because he thinks he is talented.

Zhiyuan showed a sneering smile, thinking that His Highness had misjudged this time, this person... seems to have no idea how much he weighs.

Madness!

Her eyes fell on the piece of paper, and her original thought was how to complete His Highness's task, and let this ignorant young man go to Huaping Lake.He has gone, and if His Highness talks to him more, His Highness will be able to see his face clearly if he wants to come, and will not have the slightest interest in him anymore.

As the maidservant of the fourth princess, Zhi Yuan doesn't have much knowledge in poetry, but she does have a certain understanding of poetry.

When she saw this, she couldn't move her eyes away.

The expression on her face became serious, and the contempt in her eyes disappeared.

She recited it silently twice carefully, and found the poem even more amazing.

As for where the surprise is, I can't tell. I just feel that the artistic conception of the poems written by the four great talents in Yujing City, Kyoto seems to be farther away.

With a smile on his face, Li Chen'an carefully watched the changes in Zhi Yuan's expression, and his heart was already at ease.

He knew that the money would definitely not escape, and it depended on whether the attendant would counter the price.

After all, it is a business, if he bargains for half the price... also sell it, after all, there is a shortage of money, and this thing does not cost money.

Zhi Yuan raised her head and looked at Li Chen'an suspiciously, her face was still calm and composed, as if she had great confidence in this poem worth a hundred taels of silver.

Actually...he set the price too low.

However, he was unknown, so the price was considered appropriate.

After he becomes famous, according to Zhi Yuan's estimation, this poem should be worth thousands of gold!
She thought that His Highness invited the young man to Yanyu Pavilion because he also wanted to know how his poems were, and the third lady of Zhongli Mansion was also interested in the young man because of the couplets he made.

As for the person, he lives here, and Miss Zhongli can come here to meet him anytime if he wants to.

Or meet by chance.

If you have met your eyes, let's talk about the following, if you have not met your eyes, this matter can be exposed without leaving a trace.

In this way, it will not have any impact on the reputation of the third lady of Zhongli Mansion.

So she took out a purse from her bosom, and took out a bank note with a face value of one hundred taels from it.She put the banknote on the table, took the paper, and looked at Li Chenan's hand.

Li Chenan still held the stack of papers in his hand.

"Young Master, if you have time, why don't you come with me to Huaping Lake to meet my Young Master, okay?"

Once the money is in hand, Li Chenan will not go there.

He waved his hand, "Thank you for your kindness, my son, I really have a lot of things to do... In a few days, about twenty days, if your son is free, invite him to come to my tavern for a drink of my own. Great wine!"

"My treat."

Zhiyuan looked around and sniffed, but there was a faint musty smell in the air, not the smell of wine.

After all, he is a teenager, what kind of different good wine can he brew?

Can it be better than Guangling San in Guangling City?

Not to mention Ruilu from Yujingcheng.

Besides, with the status of His Highness, how could he come to such a dilapidated place.

(End of this chapter)