"Scholar, how do you calculate the money for writing?"

A gentle and clear voice came.

Looking up, I saw a woman wearing an orange-yellow embroidered full-sleeved gauze shirt. She had an exquisite half-updo that showed a girlish look. Her waist was tied with a Ruyi tassel girdle and her face was lightly painted with powder. She looked pretty and pretty.

It is not an exaggeration to say that she is beautiful and beautiful.

If Chen Nian hadn't looked at Xiao Lu beside him, he might not have known who he was.

But Fu Xin looked up at the other party and said in a neither humble nor condescending manner: "Little Peony girl, let's see what you are going to write. The article should be a hundred words or ten cents. If it is a large character hanging on the wall or posted on the door, it will be five cents per word.

"

This is the normal price.

After all, most of the people who come to Fu Xin to write are illiterate and cannot write. Naturally, rich people will not come to the street to find someone to write.

So if the price is too high, no one will come.

Now that you have chosen to sell words, you need to find the right customer group.

Of course, it doesn't mean that if the price is high, it won't sell, but it depends on the person.

If a famous person writes anything, the price will be high.

Writing is not as good as painting, but who knows how many of the famous calligraphers in history were born in poverty, grew up in poverty, and were impoverished until their death?

Caosheng Zhang Xuguan has a long history.

Wang Xizhi's father was a prefect, and he later became a general of the Right Army.

Yan Zhenqing was a famous official in the Tang Dynasty. He came from a noble family. He studied under Zhang Xu and served as a supervisory censor and a palace censor. Even though he was later demoted, he was demoted to a prefect. After his death, he was even posthumously promoted to a first-grade Situ.

Liu Gongquan was also the younger brother of the Minister of the Ministry of War, and he himself eventually became the second-grade Crown Prince and Young Master.

Apparently Xiao Mudan was a little surprised after hearing that Fu Xin's words were so cheap.

"What if you wrote a poem for me?"

"Writing poetry is more laborious, not only writing, but also thinking...so...you have to pay extra."

As soon as these words came out, Xiaolu was stunned on the spot.

"Do you want more money?"

As a result, when Fu Xin saw the other party like this, he quickly said: "But if it's the little Peony girl, it's not necessary. It's a gift from me. After all, the little Peony girl gave us invitations earlier so that we can come to the garden to watch every day."

When Xiao Lu heard this, she said, "That's pretty much the same, but does the tofu seller also have to..."

Chen Nian was immediately chopped off with one knife.

A piece of tofu was cut out: "Then I'll treat you to some tofu."

Little Mudan had not thought of this, but she was not a pretentious person originally. She knew very well the value of the invitations she sent out, so writing a few words and eating a piece of tofu for free was not much more than it. Besides, she was quite

If you want to get to know this scholar, in the past, one was on stage and the other was off stage. Now it would be nice to be able to get closer through this.

"Then thank you two gentlemen~"

Little Peony smiled slightly and said softly.

"You're welcome, then I'll wrap the tofu for you..." Chen Nian said and wanted to wrap the tofu, but at this moment, Fu Xin suddenly said.

"Brother Chen, don't you also know how to compose poetry? Why don't you tell me how to write it?"

"Me?" Chen Nian bowed, "I can't do it."

But Fu Xin still thought that he was embarrassed to be modest, so he said: "We spent several taels at least just to drink tea in Taoyuan during this period, and we didn't have to spend any money with the invitations, and the tofu only cost a few dollars."

A copper coin, if you ask me, our cooperation like this may not be as good as the invitation from the little Peony girl."

But Chen Nian shook his head and explained: "No, you misunderstood me. I meant that the poems I wrote cannot be bought with a few taels of silver..."

Fu Xin: "???"

Lao Chen, are you confused or did I hear wrongly?

Although I admit that you are very talented in literature, we are not well-known now. No matter how good the poems are and how good the handwriting is, what will happen?

People who are not famous are worthless after all.

"What a loud tone!" Xiao Lu was unhappy on the spot, but it was only directed at Chen Nian. After all, Chen Nian looked like a tofu shop. To be honest, her original impression of Chen Nian was actually quite good. After all, she was long.

He is handsome, and how can his character be any worse when he is with this scholar?

Even if he was given a piece of tofu as a thank you gift, Xiao Lu didn't feel shabby.

But at this time, this person actually exaggerated.

Of course, this is also true for Chen Nian.

The poems that I can memorize are basically written by famous poets in ancient times, and those verses are indeed worth more than a few taels of silver.

But after talking about Chen Nian, I felt it was not appropriate, so I tried to make up for myself and said: "However, if there is any debt owed to it, just owe it to Brother Fu."

"Okay." Little Peony didn't think anything of it, and agreed immediately. After all, she was here for Fu Xin, and by saying this, she probably just wanted to help Fu Xin hold up the scene, but he ended up overdoing it.

At this moment, Fu Xin just felt dizzy and just wanted to talk about this matter quickly.

He didn't expect that the usually steady Chen Nian could say such a thing.

"Okay, Brother Chen, please tell me quickly, otherwise the ink will dry up soon."

Chen Nian thought for a moment and thought of a very suitable one:

"The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing on the threshold, and the dew is thick."

Chen Nian inquired about it and found that this was not the history he was familiar with. There was no Tang Dynasty and no Li Bai, so these poems naturally did not exist.

When Little Peony heard this poem, she couldn't help but take another look at Chen Nian, lowered her head in shame and said, "This poem cannot be bought with just a few taels of silver..."

After hearing this, Fu Xin was about to start writing, but suddenly he stayed there, as if struck by lightning.

"This...this poem..."

"What, is it bad?" Chen Nian asked back.

"No, no, no, that's great. I'm afraid my words won't match the poem!" Fu Xin said.

But Chen Nian chuckled and said, "Is this something you should worry about? Just write it."

Such a relaxed attitude gave Fu Xin confidence.

So I took a deep breath, sat up straight, picked up my pen, and wrote these fourteen words.

"What's down there?" Fu Xin asked.

"The bottom is gone." Chen Nian said.

"The bottom is gone?"

"No, she owes you enough now. Besides, I'm afraid she won't be able to pay you back in her lifetime."

Just kidding, this is a famous saying.

Of course, even if it is a famous sentence through the ages, Chen Nian can't remember what the second half of the sentence is at this time. After all, the first half is the one that is used the most.

So the main reason is still forgotten.

After that, no matter what Fu Xin said, Chen Nian would not give him the second half of the sentence. Even Fu Xin had started a full set of laundry for half a year. Although Chen Nian was also very moved, he just couldn't remember it!

Finally, Little Peony left with the first half of the sentence.

After leaving, Xiaolu asked: "Miss, why do I feel that the tofu seller seems to be more powerful and better-looking?"

Little Peony held the half of the poem in one hand and patted Little Green on the head with the other hand: "He looks too arrogant. He was like that when he was watching the show in the tree, and he was like that when he was watching the show in the yard.

, it was the same when talking to Mr. Yang from Ruyilou. I even saw the governor of Yangzhou look at him in the same way once when he came. It seemed that there was no one he could like in the world.

Even though they look polite on the surface, in our line of work, we can still judge people very accurately."

"But isn't he just a tofu seller?"

"But he was able to write such a poem and was so impressed by the scholar."

Xiaolu picked at the corner of her mouth and thought for a while. It seemed that this was indeed the case, but she soon came to another conclusion:

"I understand!"

"The lady fell in love with that scholar, partly because he looked handsome and had ink in his belly, and partly because he was down-to-earth!"

As soon as these words came out, Little Peony's face turned red.

"Who is interested in that scholar? I want a beating!"

And Xiao Lu ran away, shouting as he ran:

"Miss, your face is red, you are in a hurry, you are in a hurry!"

...

After that, Chen Nian and Fu Xin continued to go to the theater often.

However, on August 15th, Fu Xin suddenly said that the beautiful lady wanted to invite him to enjoy the moon together.

As a result, Fu Xin did not come back that night.
Chapter completed!