I'm not a genius in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 3 Worth Thousands of Gold

"My Fang Yiai is not afraid of him, but I am afraid that my father will go back and beat me..."

Facing the simple and honest boy, he shrank his neck and said.

"Fang Jun, don't pretend to be a bastard. During the fight just now, except for your brat, I didn't get a few bastards."

Cheng Chubi cursed dissatisfiedly, walked to the tea shed not far from Grandma Sun's stall, reined in the horse, and jumped off the horse.

"Brothers, I'm sweating a lot today, so I'll order a cup of tea here before leaving. Brother, I'll treat everyone to a drink at the banquet building some other day!"

A few teenagers got off their horses with a huff, threw the horses to the side boys, swaggered into the tea shed, found an empty table, sat down together, Cheng Chubi shook his hands and threw out a bunch of copper coins.

"Give me a few pots of the best tea, I want a big bowl, hurry up!"

As he spoke, he opened his clothes and fanned himself with his hat.Although it was already July, the heat was still there. Several people had just had a fight with Chang Sun Chong and others. They were thirsty and hot at this moment, and couldn't help shouting. The tea shed suddenly became a vegetable market.Several scholars in blue shirts frowned, with a somewhat disgusted expression on their faces.

Probably fanned it a few times, but it didn't feel satisfying.Cheng Chubi threw his hat on the table, shook his hands and took out a bunch of copper coins from his pocket, threw them to Fang Jun, and pointed to a street stall outside to assign them.

"Fang Er, I saw a fan seller over there just now, you go and pick up the good ones, and buy one for each of you brothers, this damn weather is really hot!"

Without saying a word, Fang Jun picked up the copper plate and left, just like that.This Fang Jun is also strange to say the least, his father Fang Xuanling is the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, and a scholar with good roots, but he just doesn't like reading, he likes to wield knives and guns, and is with Cheng Chubi and other second-generation ancestors fool around.Although he received a lot of beatings from the old house because of this, he just didn't change his nature, and ran out whenever he had the opportunity, and he simply obeyed his boss Cheng Chubi.

Before he drank the bowl of tea here, Fang Jun came back with a bunch of fans in his hands.Several people shared a handful, fanned there, and suddenly felt much cooler.

"Fang Jun, you got kicked in the head by a donkey, or were you just stupidly beaten by that grandson of Changsun Chong, can this fan be any worse?"

A thick, dark-looking boy shook his fan while cursing at Fang Jun with a smile.

"Yuchi Baolin, if you speak rudely again, believe it or not, I'll beat you up!"

Fang Jun replied unceremoniously, and then laughed to himself as if thinking of some joke.

"Who says this fan is rotten? The seller in Chu Bi's hand is asking for two thousand dollars."

"Who is so courageous to rip off the heads of the young masters!"

When Cheng Chubi heard this, he threw the fan in his hand on the table, and it exploded immediately, and the other young masters also changed color.Naturally, none of my brothers would care about that little money, but not caring and being slaughtered by someone as a fool are completely different.

"Where did you buy it? Such a profiteer, let's smash his stall!"

Yuchi Baolin suddenly stood up.

As soon as this group of people bluffed in the tea shed, the surroundings immediately showed expressions of horror.

"Slow down, I'll take a look at that fan first."

Qin Huaiyu is the descendant of Qin Qiong, the Duke of Ji. Although he is young, compared with the others, he has the strictest family education and the highest level of education among them. With his delicate mind, he is considered a think tank of several people.Now that there was a sudden sound, although several people were puzzled, they stopped.

Qin Huaiyu picked up the fan a little uncertainly and began to look at it. The fan in Cheng Chubi's hand was indeed different from the one in his and others' hands.Although the workmanship is similar, there is an extra fan painting, and there is a line of poems beside it.

The painting is a common rock bamboo, which looks very exquisite, and there is a small poem next to it.

"Stay firm on the green hills and not let go, the roots are originally in the broken rocks. Thousands of blows are still strong, let the east, west, north, south wind wind."

Qin Huaiyu read it subconsciously.

"Not bad, with momentum!"

Although a few of them are idiots and haven't read the book for a few days, but the words in this poem are simple and the semantics are clear. Even if they don't understand the language, they can still hear the meaning in it, and they all nodded seriously.

"That's right, that's right. This word looks quite dark, and it looks good! The poem also sounds like that, so let's not bother him for the time being. Huaiyu, you are the highest level, tell everyone, this fan Is it worth two thousand dollars?"

Cheng Chubi snatched the fan from Qin Huaiyu's hand, looked at it over and over again, but couldn't see why.He raised his head and asked Qin Huaiyu again.

"It should be worth it?"

Qin Huaiyu was also a little uncertain.Birds of a feather flock together, although Qin Huaiyu is a bit stronger than Cheng Chubi, Wei Chi Baolin and other bastards, his level is also very limited, and he has no idea about these poems, calligraphy and paintings at all.

"With this poem alone, this fan is hard to find!"

Although the decoration here is simple, but the tea master is very good at making tea, and it is close to the Imperial College, so many students from the Imperial College come here to drink tea.The yelling and yelling of a few people here as if no one else was there made people frown, but they really didn't want to provoke these second-generation ancestors, so they endured it.But at this time, I saw a few people chewing peonies here, commenting on this excellent work, and what's more, they even said that the words are quite dark...

It was so polite that someone finally couldn't help it anymore. A tall, thin young man with a yellow complexion blushed and put the tea bowl on the table abruptly, and said in a choked voice before Qin Huaiyu could speak.

"really?"

Cheng Chubi was not angry either, he tossed the fan in his hand self-consciously, slapped it twice triumphantly, and closed it again with a snap, the scholar who was talking was so angry that his face almost turned pale.

"It's... really degrading!"

The scholar was so angry that he didn't know what to say, he flicked his sleeves, got up and left.Looking at this man's distraught look, not only were the few people not annoyed, but they pointed at his back and laughed together.Although the scholar was very disturbed after being angry, in fact, their group of honorable children would not easily provoke these scholars.There is no sense of accomplishment if you step on it, and it will cause a lot of trouble. If it is not done well, it will be troubled by His Majesty.

It would be much easier if there was some trouble between the noble sons and daughters, as long as you don't use a knife, don't do it to death, at most you will get a beating after you go home, at most, you will be grounded for a few days, and it will be a bitch to save face if you talk about it.

When the scholar was gone, Cheng Chubi sat down again, picked up his fan and tapped Fang Jun on the head.

"How much did you give this fan?"

"How much is it? Just the little money you gave, just this broken fan. Could it be possible to really give him two thousand dollars? Do you really think I'm stupid? My Fang Yiai stared at me, and she quickly sold it to me obediently." gone."

(End of this chapter)