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Chapter 10 Confucius and Mencius

"The paper in your hand belongs to Cheng Chubi. He gave me so many pieces of paper, and I gave him a cheaper one. There seems to be nothing wrong with that."

Li Min's approach made everyone give a thumbs up and praised him. He gained a wave of goodwill from people.

At such a young age, he actually understands the ways of the world, which will be unbelievable in the future.

Cheng Chubi imitated adults.

He bowed to Li Min.

"Thank you!"

For no other reason than to get poems for him that are cheaper than those of Fang Yiai.

Friends always like to compare among themselves, and he is on a higher level than Fang Yiai.

"No need to be too polite, come on, come on, hand over the money first!"

He doesn't play tricks, I respect you, but you still have to hand over your money.

Pay the money first and write the poem later, as it should be.

"Yes, yes, you, why don't you send the money over quickly!"

Cheng Chubi shouted.

The servants were in panic and handed over the money.

"What kind of poem do you want to write?"

Li Min put the money into his arms and asked.

"The theme is still summer! Tianchi, flowers and leaves and other things will appear!"

Cheng Chubi really couldn't think of anything to write, so he did the same thing as Fang Yiai.

People who don't know think he did this on purpose.

Anyone who has written poetry knows that writing the same topic once is enough. Writing it twice is simply a test, so this time it is difficult.

Some people also started practicing.

Fang Yiai smiled, a little gloating about his misfortune.

"Hmph, are you in trouble this time?"

The most fearful thing about poetry is that you have to write two poems with the same thing but different artistic conception in a short period of time. And everyone has to be satisfied!

Although Li Min composed a poem just now.

But Fang Yiai felt unhappy because she didn't give him any advantage.

"That's it? Yes, as you wish!"

How could Li Min be in trouble?

He immediately started searching.

When he found Su Shi's poems, he smiled.

Just use it and make some drastic changes, and it will still work for the occasion.

So, I picked up the pen again.

Everyone is shocked, don’t you think about it again?

The shopkeeper exclaimed: You have inspiration so quickly? This little brother is really a genius.

Someone else said: This...this seems impossible, right? We don’t even have a clue, and he actually picked up the pen again.

Some people even said: Looking at the past, I am afraid that only Confucius and Mencius were able to do this.

They even compared him to Confucius and Mencius, which was a very high praise.

Regarding everyone's comments, Li Min was very indifferent.

After all, these good reviews cannot be eaten.

It can't be cashed out. He wants money now. Any false reputation is just the smoke of the past and nothingness.

It has no effect at all.

In order to make money quickly.

He wrote.

“It’s beautiful when the water is blooming and the sky is clear, and it’s amazing when the mountains are covered with leaves and it’s raining.”

The first half of this sentence is still unremarkable, but it still leaves people wanting more.

At this time, people no longer dare to say bad things, and no one comes out to make irresponsible remarks.

They all want to know what kind of existence these next two sentences are.

People's eyes became very urgent.

But he was unhurried.

"Are there two more sentences?"

someone asked.

"What's the hurry? Just watch!"

Someone responded.

Li Min slowly wrote the last two sentences.

"If you want to compare Tianchi to Xizi, it is always better to wear light makeup and heavy makeup."

When he put pen to paper, nearly a hundred people were in an uproar.

What a sentence to compare Tianchi to Xizi! Miao Miao Miao

Metaphor and personification, wonderful artistic conception!

Those who looked down on Li Min just now are now convinced.

If you can write two poems that fit the occasion in a very short period of time, you must be a genius.

Li Min thought, a few capitals would be fine.

What does my huge country not have? It has the most poems!

People give him the highest praise.

The rhythm of this poem is very beautiful.

Another masterpiece.

Like the previous article, it is a masterpiece.

Powerful! God! Reaching the pinnacle of achievement!

Who would have thought that these two articles were about the same thing.

Why is it so well written?

That is the work of a great writer. Even if there are only minor changes, it is still a masterpiece.

Li Min didn't know that there was another introduction about him at this time.

A great writer in the early Tang Dynasty, he ushered in the era of selling gold with his words.

So that the paid literature can be spread in the Tang Dynasty.

It brought changes to the income of literati and poets. From then on, there were countless literati in the Tang Dynasty!

If you search, the number of poems will increase tenfold!



Of course, this is something.

These people started to make a fuss. At the same time, attracting some attention, an old man walked out of the Imperial College.

He came to the lively place.

Cheng Chubi was overjoyed when he saw such a masterpiece.

He quickly took the poem into his arms.

He said happily: "I have a poem due tomorrow, which is great!"

As for the other aristocratic students, they took out the money from their arms and said: "I also want to buy a five-character song!"

"I'll also order a song. I also want five words!"

"I want a seven-melody song! You can write whatever you want!"

"And me, I want it too!"



Suddenly, the whole scene became chaotic.

The noble children are very enthusiastic.

Some literati actually joined in.

They didn't react until later.

Some people didn’t want their faces anymore and shouted directly:

"Sir, can you compose a song for me, and I can pay for it!"

Some people directly call Li Min "sir". The word "sir" in ancient Chinese is an honorific for a knowledgeable person. This shows that people's respect for Li Min has risen to a certain level.

"I want one too, no matter how much it costs, I want to frame it. I'll read it every day before going to bed!"

"Judging from your handwriting, you can read it from time to time. The poems are good and the calligraphy is even better!"

"By the way, what's your name, sir?"

"Sir, and me."

People are too enthusiastic.

Li Min was a little surprised, this was something he didn't expect.

The money came so fast! It made people a little uncomfortable!

Fortunately, there is a shopkeeper.

He directed the waiters: "Everyone, line up and come one by one. Don't cause confusion."

Although this person was a bit annoying at first, now he is becoming more likeable. If you give him money, he is a good person!

Of course, since he brought him business, this is what he should do.

These people actually lined up obediently.

This is good for everyone.

Li Min is very satisfied with everyone's performance. At this time, of course, the more demand, the better.

No one can have too much money.

So, he began to write.

In an instant, a thousand pence was credited to the account.

After calculation, he also had more than 1,500 yuan.

"Ahem!"

At this moment, someone suddenly coughed twice.

This sudden sound caused some of the nobles to scatter.

Cheng Chubi and Fang Yiai also felt something was wrong, so they left without saying goodbye and fled in panic!

This made Li Min a little unhappy. He finally wanted to make a big fortune, but who was it?

It is not a glorious thing to block people's way of making money.

It wasn't until he saw the old face that he murmured: "It turns out to be him."

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