In the next yard, Yu Bingchuan, who supervised his son's studies, was also concerned about Ning Wuyang's movements with Boss Zhao.

When I learned that Ning Wuyang was not affected by the outside world at all and was only concerned with dealing with his own mountain areas, my suspicion was even more serious.

"Is Ning Wuyang really a way to reverse winter and summer and turn the world around?"

Yu Bingchuan felt that he could not scare him.

But he and Ning Wuyang had no holidays, so they came to the door rashly, and it would be bad if the business was completed before it was completed.

At this point, he is different from his cousin.

"I just want to make money, but I don't want to offend people."

It’s okay for Ning Wuyang to go to the flower house to buy flowers. Anyway, as long as you plant out-of-season flowers, you will definitely come to him to buy ice with the land of Hanshan Temple.

To be honest, if my cousin was not the leader in the Jinling flower industry, he would not want to offend his cousin. The demand for ice cubes of dozens of acres or hundreds of acres would increase its price by a little more than a small amount.

But the entire flower industry can raise prices together, which is a lot of money.

"Since my cousin can't hold back, let me go and inquire first... Is Ning Wuyang planning to transport ice from another place? It's too expensive to buy flowers directly from another place."

Thinking of this, Yu Bingchuan couldn't sit still.

He quickly asked the housekeeper to get the accounts and the recent quotes of ice cubes from various places, and first set a price that is several cents cheaper than 100 kilograms in other places, which can be accepted by Ning Wuyang and the owners of the flower house.

And make more money.

This is what he should do the most.

...

Zhangjiazhuang.

After having a midnight snack, Ning Wuyang swayed in the rocking chair, counting the bright stars in the night sky above his head, and looking at the dazzling Milky Way in the sky, as if he could pick a star with one hand.

The nightlife here is boring.

However, the night here is beautiful.

"The sky connects clouds and waves and the fog, and the galaxy is about to turn thousands of sails dance."

Ning Wuyang just read this sentence.

Standing not far away, a group of girls watching the moon and star-watching the stars cast a fiery look at him and moved his lotus steps over.

Surround Ning Wuyang.

"How come the poetic immortal has the pleasure of writing poetry today?"

Shen Youchu joked.

Others don't know, but she is clear about it.

In addition to making money from poetry when she met her, Young Master Ning wrote many amazing works in one go. At other times, he was competing with others to stimulate his desire to create.

Ji Jin also knew this very well. She was even more worried that Young Master Ning would not have the pressure, so she did not have the motivation to continue writing poetry. She asked: "Is this poem about Young Master Ning?"

"Fifth brother, you have never written a poem in front of us. Why not give me one today?"

Ning Zhixue also encouraged him to continue to create.

Ning Zhixia even asked the maid to get paper and pen, preparing to record his next masterpiece.

Ning Wuyang looked at the girls who were pursuing poetry and could only smile sorry.

"A good sentence is natural, I know this."

This is not a poem, but a sentence in a lyric called "Fisherman's Pride".

This poem was written by Li Qingzhao, but it was not that he was unwilling to continue memorizing it.

In fact, he didn't memorize this poem and only remembered this sentence, but he could continue a few sentences.

But ordinary people may not be able to hear it, but when they encounter professional commentators like Ji Dacai Nv, he should not be embarrassed.

"Good sentences are born with natural results..."

After carefully thinking about this sentence, Ji Jin asked with a strange expression: "Mr. Ning means that writing poetry and lyrics depends entirely on talent?"

"No."

Ning Wuyang pointed at the Milky Way in the sky and started talking nonsense seriously.

"I mean, I rely on God to give me food to me."

The girls thought that two months ago, Ning Wuyang was the biggest fool in Jinling.

Now he has transformed himself into a poet who is sought after by Jinling's large and large poetry clubs and literary circles. Even the poet King Xu and Jidao are willing to take advantage of him, and they are still treated as brothers for over 50 years.

I do feel what the impermanence of fate is.

But Ji Jin did not agree with this and retorted: "Only relying on God's reward for food, we also need to have a suitable job to catch it. If Young Master Ning does not have the foundation of poetry in his heart, how can he accept the inspiration given to you by God?"

"Ms. Ji is right. If he doesn't know a lot of big words, he has the inspiration to recite poems and write lyrics, he may not be able to hold back a few words."

"Sister, why don't you pick up any pot? Isn't it just like the fifth brother..."

Ning Zhixia almost bit her tongue.

But at the same time, the women looked at Ning Wuyang in confusion.

As Ji Jin said, Ruo Ning Wuyang was really a fool at the beginning. Even if he had a clue and had inspiration, he would never become a poet.

Even if those good sentences are memorized, they need to memorize a person who can understand the profound meaning of the sentence.

Unless Ning Wuyang's idiot was pretending from the beginning.

"Ahem... Everyone has drunk a lot of fruit wine today, and the wind is cold, but don't catch a cold by the cool mountain wind. Go to bed, go to bed."

Ning Wuyang didn't expect to pull a poem, but someone suspected that he was pretending to be a fool.

He wasn't pretending to be a fool in the past, but now he is really pretending to be a poet.

It would be better to end this topic here.

"But fifth brother, sister really wants to know why you have learned so many things and still have to put on a candle?"

Ning Zhixue still wants to dig into the bottom line.

After all, even the Ning family is very curious about when Ning Wuyang started to change.

Not to mention Shen Youchu and Ji Jin, they stretched their necks, pricked their ears, and turned their beautiful eyes like two rabbits. They were ready to add a few questions at any time.

Ning Wuyang saw the first time that girls’ gossiping hearts would make their endurance more persistent.

"I seem to have drunk too much."

Ning Wuyang was about to escape with excuses of peeing.

The manager at the village trotted up the hillside in a hurry.

"Fifth Young Master, there is a master named Zhao who wants to find you."

The surname is Zhao?

Yun Fei, who was standing behind him, clenched his fists and stepped forward: "Why would anyone named Zhao dare to come?"

Ning Wuyang's slightly drunken mind suddenly woke up.

"Boss Zhao from the flower room is here. He must be here to discuss business. If you don't want to go back to the room to sleep, you can play slowly. I'll go and do the business first."

There is a reasonable excuse.

Ning Wuyang jumped off the rocking chair and left.

The speed was so fast that when the girls realized, they had already run down the hillside.

Shen Youchu clenched his fists at his back and hummed: "Such a good gossip opportunity, he actually ran away."

"At the beginning of my life, maybe Mr. Ning just didn't want to mention sad things."

Ji Jin said with a complicated expression, and some of the words that Liu Qingfang had said in the poetry club flashed in his mind.

She just felt it.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he said that the group of people who had just surrounded Ning Wuyang surrounded her again.

Ning Zhixue asked with an inquiry look on her face: "Ms. Ji knows the inside story?"

"Jin'er, don't swear our appetite, tell me quickly..."
Chapter completed!