I eat property in Datang

Chapter 126

But biting gold in the process belongs to Pixiu, and it never suffers.

He rolled his eyes and said again: "Boy, when you go, you must bring some gifts. It doesn't matter if you give it to me or not. The key is to give it to your aunt. You don't need to bring anything else, just bring your home's specialty spirits." It's like the one worn by Yuchi Heizi today."

After speaking, without waiting for Huang Meng's consent, he turned around and left.

The old devil king is so straightforward when he wants something.

It's that direct.

"No... Uncle Cheng, I don't have the tools to make this wine. His Majesty took the tools!" Huang Meng found it really difficult to take advantage of Cheng Yaojin.

This guy actually thought of how to trick people.

Still so confident.

"I don't care about that, you just need to bring wine!" Cheng Yaojin waved his hand, and then went to find Qin Qiong.

The emperor sent so much spirits over, so he had to go back a few jars.

Wouldn't I just eat your beef for nothing?

It's so hard!

Huang Meng couldn't help but smile.

But seeing Sun Simiao's impatient eyes coming over, they left the Qin mansion and returned to Huang's restaurant without staying in Moji.

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Confucian mansion!

"Beside the broken bridge outside the post, there is no one left alone, so I worry alone at dusk, and the wind and rain..."

When Kong Yingda came to his grandson's room, he was a little surprised to hear such catchy and artistic words.

Pushing open the door, he asked, "Grandson, what are you reading? Why have you never heard of it?"

When Kong Yingda's grandson saw Kong Yingda coming in, he bowed politely and said, "Grandfather, this is a long and short sentence that is popular in Chang'an now, and it is called "Bu Suanzi Yongmei."

"Long and short sentences, come out and listen to them after reading them! I also gain a lot of knowledge!" Kong Yingda became a little interested.

So his grandson finished reading the complete "Bu Suanzi Yongmei".

"Good sentence! Although it is not a poem, it is a rare masterpiece, and it is the best long and short sentence in the world." Kong Yingda praised.

I added another sentence in my heart, no wonder it can win the hearts of young people and become a hot topic of discussion.

His grandson also laughed and said: "Grandfather, the person who wrote these long and short sentences is not only this poem, but also a poem with the same title..."

So he read the other one too.

"Si! It's amazing. He is a very talented person. He can make such two poems with the same name but completely different artistic conceptions. But they are both inspirational works. It's rare." Kong Yingda stroked his beard and nodded:

"Unfortunately, this person doesn't write poetry. I don't know how good he is in this area. It's not too bad after all."

His grandson said again: "Grandfather, you are wrong, this man really wrote a masterpiece of poetry!"

Kong Yingda's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and urged: "Good grandson, come quickly."

What a poem!
Kong Yingda was a little excited and looking forward to it.

A masterpiece of the world, I hope that these four words will not be insulted.

"Grandfather, the poem written by this person is called "Plum Blossoms". There are only four lines. They are about a few plum blossoms in the corner of the wall, and Ling Han blooms alone. I know it's not snow, because there is a dark fragrance." Kong Yingda's grandson said very emotionally. Sonorously read.

After listening to Kong Yingda, the pores of his whole body felt dilated.

plum bossom!

What a plum blossom.

good poem!good poem!good poem!

"The first two sentences of this poem describe the plum blossoms in the corner of the wall, which are not afraid of the severe cold, and bloom proudly alone; the last two sentences describe the fragrance of plum blossoms, which are personified by plum blossoms, blooming alone in Ling Han, which symbolizes the noble character of Dian and the deep fragrance, which symbolizes his talent.

It also uses the strong and noble character of plum blossoms as a metaphor for those who, like poets, can still uphold integrity and uphold justice in a difficult environment.The language of the whole poem is simple, but the writing is very plain and introverted, but it is profound and thought-provoking. "Kong Yingda analyzed it clearly and logically, and said to his grandson:
"My dear grandson, you should not only learn from the person who wrote this poem, but also use this poem as your motto, always be vigilant and whip yourself."

Kong Yingda's grandson bowed: "It's the grandfather! The grandson must keep it in mind, and dare not forget the teachings of the grandfather!"

Kong Yingda showed a teachable expression, nodded slightly and said:

"By the way, dear grandson, whoever wrote this, presumably he is not an unknown person, under what circumstances is he able to write such a noble masterpiece."

His grandson hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should tell the truth.

However, seeing Kong Yingda's gaze, she lowered her head slightly and replied, "Grandpa, the person who wrote this poem is not a famous person, but a 14-year-old businessman Huang Dameng who lives in Dongshi. He is...he is an oiran in a brothel Made by Miss Xiaowei."

When it came to the end, his voice became more and more muffled.

Obviously, he also knew that Huang Dameng's identity was a bit difficult to match.

And a man as old-fashioned as his grandfather certainly doesn't like brothel girls.

Poems written by Huang Meng for the oiran are afraid that they will be punished to death.

Sure enough, the originally happy Kong Yingda was full of smiles.

As soon as he heard the three words Huang Dameng, his expression changed instantly.

When he heard that it was made for the oiran, his complexion turned black all of a sudden.

Immediately he said angrily: "What? It turned out to be Huang Dameng, the businessman who caused a lot of trouble in the city. He is an idiot. You are not allowed to read his poems in the future, let alone learn from him, and you can't go to brothels. If I find out that you have gone Brothel, break your three legs!"

After speaking, Kong Yingda left with a flick of her sleeves.

pissed him off.

Such a good poem was written by Huang Dameng.

How could he write such a poem.

destroyed!

destroyed!

Such a masterpiece was ruined in the hands of such a person.

What a pity!

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After Huang Meng returned to Huang's Restaurant, Du Sanniang brought Wang Yuyan over to thank Huang Meng.

"Dameng, thank you. For our sake, you actually bought the next door. I don't know how to thank you!" Du Sanniang was very moved.

Unexpectedly, her youngest daughter casually mentioned her family's predicament to Huang Meng.

The kid from Dameng spent a lot of money to buy the next door.

He is now her landlord.

Huang Meng said with a smile: "Auntie, there is no need to say thank you. The head of the household is Uncle Zhong, not me. You can just pay the rent to him in the future, and we have been neighbors for so many years. In the future, we can pay rent every six months or a year. Hand it over, there's no rush."

Hearing that Du Sanniang was crying even more.

A year and a half.

Isn't this a clear aid?
When someone else fell into trouble, the kid from Dameng extended a helping hand.

However, she was still under a lot of pressure, and said with a wry smile: "Auntie understands your kindness in the alliance, but she is afraid that the business will not be good, and she will not be able to pay even half a year, which will disappoint your high expectations."

Bad business is the most important thing.

Once the business came, it was bad, and when the Wang family was blocked, it was even worse.

"Don't worry, Auntie. I think your tofu can be made in a different way, and you can make more special things to ensure that it will be prosperous. I'm afraid that you won't be able to do it alone, and you will bury me instead." Huang Mengzao The way out of making tofu and selling tofu that Jingbang Wang's family thought of.

Help people to the end, and send them to the West.

Now that you've come to wade through this muddy water, let's be thorough.

The so-called blood transfusion is not as good as hematopoiesis.

(End of this chapter)