Jiang Fan has always felt that people like Li Bai, if placed in modern times, would definitely be a nuclear weapon that all young literary and artistic women could not resist.
And this song "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" can be regarded as an absolute top-notch among the many poems handed down by Master Shixian!
Especially the line "Toast a glass to the bright moon, and make three people in the shadows" is a famous saying through the ages.
Obviously, although this world has many mysteries, at least in terms of the appreciation standards of poetry, it is not much different from Jiang Fan's original world.
So with just four sentences at the beginning, Lin Wan subconsciously held her breath.
It seemed that he was afraid that a small sound would interrupt Jiang Fan's train of thought.
However, Lin Wanqing on the side obviously didn't have much ability to appreciate poetry. Of course she knew the individual words, but when they were put together like this, she couldn't understand...
Jiang Fan was still struggling with the brush in his hand, and the remaining verses of "Drinking Alone under the Moon" appeared on the paper.
"The moon does not know how to drink, and its shadow follows me. I will accompany the moon's shadow for a while, and my entertainment must be until spring. I sing to the moon and wander around, and my dance shadows are scattered. When we wake up, we make love together, and when we wake up, we are separated. We will always be together without mercy, and we will travel together.
Period...Miao Yunhan."
The moment Jiang Fan stopped writing, Lin Wanru continued to mutter.
The whole person seemed to be in a trance. After the entire poem was recited, Lin Wanru looked at Jiang Fan in a daze.
The reaction was even more exaggerated than when he realized the so-called martial arts heart just because of Jiang Fan's nonsense!
What's wrong?! Isn't this a young artistic woman?
Jiang Fan was a little surprised.
There is really no way to connect such a martial arts master with an artistic young woman.
There is no boundary at all!
"Sister, how do you like this poem? It reads quite smoothly, but I don't know if it is good or not. Is it qualified to enter Fujiang Garden?"
Lin Wanqing looked at her sister who only had Jiang Fan in her eyes, and couldn't help but shake her sister's arm and asked.
"Of course it is enough. If even this poem is not qualified to enter Fujiang Garden, then I am afraid that no one in the world will be able to enter Fujiang Garden."
Lin Wanru said softly, but her eyes were still firmly fixed on Jiang Fan, with no intention of moving away.
"Wow? Is it so awesome? I remember that last year in Heyang City, someone even offered a price of one hundred guan to buy a poem that was qualified to enter Fujiang Garden. Doesn't that mean that this poem by Brother Jiang Fan?
Worth a hundred dollars?"
Lin Wanqing's eyes finally lit up.
"Insolent! Lin Wanqing! Once such an eternal masterpiece appears, it will be famous for generations to come! How can the pinnacle of literature be measured by common things! This is an insult to Brother Jiang Fan!"
Lin Wanru's face instantly turned cold, and her eyes finally shifted to her sister.
He just suddenly scolded Lin Wanqing sternly, and at the same time secretly observed Jiang Fan's reaction, as if he was afraid that Jiang Fan would be angry because of his sister's words.
This is normal, not to mention that in Lin Wanru's view, Jiang Fan is a genuine heavenly immortal. Even those scholars in the mortal world, no matter how inseparable from money, will eventually regard money as dirt.
In Lin Wanru's understanding, using money to measure this kind of immortal poetry is an insult, but if it were faced with other scholars, they would probably fight to the death right now, right?
But to Lin Wanru's expectation, not only did Jiang Fan show no sign of anger, but there was also... an expression of interest on his face?!
And the words that came out of Jiang Fan's mouth immediately caused Lin Wanru to completely collapse.
"Really? A poem can be sold for a hundred guan? Who is such an idiot? Poverty really limits my imagination! Quick, introduce me to him! A hundred guan for a poem! As much as you want!"
Jiang Fan asked with eyes shining.
"ah?"
Lin Wanqing was confused by the completely contradictory reactions of her sister and Jiang Fan.
After being stunned for a while, he cautiously said: "But my sister said... to measure it with money is an insult to you..."
"It doesn't matter! I just like to be insulted! He can use money to insult me as much as he wants!
Jiang Fan slapped his chest loudly, and when the two sisters looked stunned, he smiled obscenely and said: "As a human being, you are not afraid of being insulted. It is not embarrassing to be insulted. What is embarrassing is to be insulted."
At the same time, it is insulting and it cannot be sold at a good price, which is a real loss."
Seeing Jiang Fan's philistine look, Lin Wanqing was stunned for a while, turned to Lin Wanru and asked: "Sister, is he really a scholar?"
"I... don't know anymore..."
Lin Wanru murmured with dull eyes.
"Of course I am a scholar, but a scholar also needs to eat, right? Can a scholar absorb the essence of the heaven and the earth, capture the brilliance of the sun and the moon? Can he survive by just puffing away the clouds and mist every day? It is obviously impossible."
Jiang Fan looked at the two sisters with a smile, and then said: "Besides, I have thought about it carefully. It is better to teach a man to fish than to teach a man to fish. This time I can help you solve the food problem, but what about the future? I will lie down in the ground and dig for food.
We always depend on the weather, who knows when similar disasters will happen again?"
"So, we have to find a way to continue to make money, at least to make your tribe less dependent on the land, right? To do this, of course the best way is to do business, but doing business requires
Have capital. No matter what kind of business you are doing, you can't do it without capital."
"Then where does the capital come from? To be honest, reselling gold and copper won't last long. There are always many restrictions, and it's hard for me to explain them all at once, but selling poetry doesn't matter! If someone wants to buy it, we'll do it
Write for him! If one song is not enough, I will write ten! The quality and quantity will be guaranteed, and the child will not be bullied. As long as you have money, everything is easy to discuss."
Lin Wanru stared blankly at Jiang Fan's sullen expression, but she didn't think there was anything annoying about Jiang Fan like this.
On the contrary, my heart was beating wildly, as if the softest place in my heart had been touched all of a sudden!
"It is better to teach a man to fish than to teach him to fish..."
After mumbling and repeating it, Lin Wanru felt that her heart had been ups and downs too many times today.
It is really incredible that after one has understood the heart of martial arts and the techniques he cultivates are very focused on concentrating the state of mind, it is really incredible that his emotions can be so easily affected.
Lin Wanru didn't know why such a change occurred in her body, but intuitively...it didn't seem to be a bad thing.
When Su Xiaonuan returned to the courtyard with a large Jin Ruyi, Jiang Fan had already practiced calligraphy for nearly four hours under Lin Wanru's guidance.
Seeing Jiang Fan taking Jin Ruyi with a smile, saying hello to a few people, and entering the bathroom, Lin Wanqing was smart enough not to ask any questions.
Just flashing her big eyes, Lin Wanru, who was at the same side, said: "Sister, brother Jiang Fan... seems to be very different from other so-called scholars."
"Extraordinary people do extraordinary things. It is our Lin family's blessing to know brother Jiang Fan."