Traveling through the farmhouse: there is room for the group pet Fubao

Chapter 73
These people wanted to snatch the paper from shopkeeper Lu, but they were afraid of breaking the paper. Shopkeeper Lu was even more cautious as if he was waiting for a treasure, and kept hiding from the wolf-like talents, only holding it up so that everyone could see that they could not snatch it.

In the bookstore, Tang Yun is the most calm. She doesn't understand poetry, and she doesn't ask how her daughter understands this and that, because her daughter has already explained it and learned it from the immortal master for more than a year.

Everyone read it over and over again, shocked?
It must be surprising.

Shopkeeper Lu has a big question in his heart, no matter how clever you are, a little girl, shouldn't you write some courteous words?How can such a sad and magnificent poem be written by a child who is not familiar with the world?
"Miss Chu Tian, ​​did you copy it somewhere?"

"Well, if you say you copied it, you copied it."

After the shopkeeper Lu asked, everyone turned to face the little girl again, but when the little girl said it was copied, the big guy lost his anger and got a little psychological balance.

Otherwise, if a child can have such masterpieces, what are they?How do they deal with themselves?

"Well, it's honest to be able to admit that it was copied. Can you introduce the poet Lu to acquaintance?"

"Treasurer, let me ask you, will the person who can write this poem be unknown? Will it be announced now?"

Chu Tian didn't answer, just smiled, and asked shopkeeper Lu another question.

"Certainly not, how can such a great talent be unknown?"

"Yes."

"so?"

No sound here is better than sound, Chu Tian does not say, you guess it.

Everyone automatically figured it out, so this poem can only be written by a little girl?Such a magnificent spirit can only be possessed by a little girl?Who did the little girl learn from?
Everyone asked three times in the bottom of their hearts.

"Stop yelling, this poem is mine, please make an offer, shopkeeper."

Sure enough, it was brought back to reality, and the shopkeeper woke up.

"What price does Mrs. Chu want for Ling Ai's masterpiece?"

Asking the price, the shopkeeper unconsciously turned his gaze to Tang Yun. When talking about money, he thought that his family members were the ones to decide.

"But it's up to my daughter to decide." Tang Yun only had an air and had no opinion.

"Don't look at my mother, I have the final say in my family."

These words are not adulterated.

Tang Yun was not angry when he heard this, my daughter, I am proud.

"Yes, Miss Chu, you set a price, and I will sell according to your price. No matter how much you sell or how little you sell, I will raise [-]% as commission."

Ten percent commission?The shopkeeper Lu said without blushing, and the scholars next to him didn't respond. Is this a normal rule?

Unscrupulous middlemen!
Chu Tian finished complaining in her heart and had something to say.

"Shopkeeper, you are a person who knows the goods. You know how much influence this poem has on the current Daling when it is spread. Many things cannot be measured by money." Of course, I am talking about money now, and Chu Tian swallowed the latter words .

"The poem is the best, there is no doubt about it, but there are two things I don't quite understand, Miss Chu, explain?"

There is something to explain, Chu Tian had already thought about it before writing.

The brothers who were whispering and discussing the poems wanted to explain more.

Shopkeeper Lu pointed at Jing Kangxie.

Chu Tian's explanation is the year number.

Shopkeeper Lu nodded and pointed to Helan Mountain. He knew it was a place name without asking him, but he had never heard of it. There was no such place in Daling Land, so there must be a reason for the place name to be used in poems, even if it is from a few neighboring countries. Everywhere, he should have heard of it.

But I have never heard of it.

What Chu Tian said is, you have read the story, a story is a story, it all depends on making up, so is it possible to write a murder and really kill someone?Did the author experience everything in the story?So is poetry.

That explains it all.

(End of this chapter)