The impromptu poetry competition in the teahouse finally came to an end.
The three young men from Jinling City had no shame in staying in Heyang City any longer.
After asking Chen Ang and learning that Chen Ang planned to stay in Heyang City for a while, the three young men were not in the mood to persuade him. They directly led the guards on the horses and headed out of Heyang City without stopping.
go.
They need to leave this place quickly.
Staying even for a moment longer will make them feel uncomfortable all over.
Lu Xuezhen and Dong Fangshu had already run away secretly.
If you continue to stay, you will only be humiliating yourself. Of course, you must take advantage of Jiang Fan's lack of attention and escape quickly.
As for the other young people in Heyang City, they already regard Jiang Fan as a hero.
It is conceivable that it won't take long for everything that happened in the teahouse today to be known to everyone in Heyang City.
Those ladies, who were obviously from official families, seemed to want to give their handkerchiefs to Jiang Fan, but all these ideas failed under Lin Wanqing's cold eyes.
After chatting with these young people for a while, he invited them out of the teahouse. Jiang Fan then smiled and said to Chen Ang: "Sir, do you want me to arrange food and lodging for you? It's really a blessing for you today.
I’ve made a lot of money. Why don’t you, sir, charge all your expenses during your stay in Heyang on me?”
"It's none of my business. You earned it on your own, and it has nothing to do with me."
After Chen Ang glared at Jiang Fan, he continued: "You don't need to worry about it. When I was teaching at Taixue, your majesty gave me a generous salary. Over the years, I have accumulated a lot, so I won't even have to spend money on food and accommodation."
Not worth it."
"Ahem, that's fine. As long as you are happy, sir. In this case, I will come back to treat you to a bar in the evening. I still have some things to do. I need to go to the Yamen to handle some official business. I can't accompany you during these hours during the day.
I’m attracted to the old man.”
Jiang Fan leaned forward and said.
"Official affairs? Yamen? What? Are you still an official?"
Chen Ang asked in shock.
"Mr. Boss, I am laughing. I am now the captain of Heyang City. I am actually quite busy on weekdays."
Jiang Fan said without changing his expression.
Lin Wanqing on the side couldn't help but curled her lips, expressing disdain for Jiang Fan's self-evaluation that he was 'very busy on weekdays'.
"Heyang Chengwei? You?"
Chen Ang's eyes widened and he stared at Jiang Fan for a while, then murmured: "How could it be possible? At such a young age... you became the captain of Heyang City? Could it be that... you are from Prince Wu's Mansion?
people?"
"Sir, I am... my own person."
Jiang Fan said with a smile.
Chen Ang frowned, took a deep look at Jiang Fan, nodded and said: "Since you are the captain of Heyang City, you will indeed be very busy. Go back to the Yamen quickly and don't waste time with me here. I
Find an inn to stay by yourself, and remember to come to me for a drink at night. As a city captain in Heyang, you shouldn't be able to find me, right?"
"Don't worry, I'll come over and look for Mr. Boss when the office goes off duty."
Jiang Fan bowed and led Lin Wanqing out of the teahouse.
Chen Ang continued to sit in the teahouse and drank another pot of tea. Then he walked out of the teahouse leisurely and found a nearby inn. After settling down, thinking that it was still early, he came to the inn lobby.
I casually found an empty table and sat down, called the waiter from the inn, ordered some snacks, took out a note of the usual denomination, and put it on the table.
"Have you ever heard of the name Jiang Fan?"
Chen Ang looked at the waiter and said.
The waiter was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the money bills on the table greedily, swallowed, and said cautiously: "Old man, do you have any specific characteristics? After all, this name is too common, so I won't mention it.
, our new city captain in Heyang City is also named Jiang Fan."
"Don't you, Heyang City, have an annual Fujiang Garden Poetry Meeting? The Fujiang Garden Poetry Meeting that just ended this year was rated by several old masters in your Heyang City as the number one poet in the world.
Just call him Jiang Fan, right?"
Chen Ang did not answer the 'Cheng Wei''s words.
Because normally, I'm afraid not many people in Heyang City know that Jiang Fan, who shined at the Fujiang Garden Poetry Festival, is actually the city captain Jiang Fan!
First, the name is indeed common, and second, there must be very few people who have the opportunity to see Jiang Fan in person.
"Oh! Old man, that's the one you're talking about! Of course I know that! Dazhou is the number one poet! It's the pride of Heyang that we can produce such a figure in the North!"
The waiter said quite proudly.
"As long as you know, make a copy of all the poems he wrote in Fujiang Garden and bring them to me. This money is considered money to buy poems. No matter how much is left, it will be yours."
Chen Ang pointed at the money tickets on the table and said.
The waiter was immediately overjoyed. He quickly picked up the money ticket and leaned towards Chen Ang and said, "Master, please wait a moment. I will bring it to you soon."
After saying that, he ran out of the inn in a hurry.
The dim sum was served very quickly, and Chen Ang had only taken two bites when the waiter ran back like a storm and placed a brochure on Chen Ang's table.
"Old man, this booklet contains all the poems Jiang Fan has written so far. Take a look and see if it satisfies you?"
The waiter said with a flattering smile.
Chen Ang was stunned for a moment, picked up the pamphlet, looked back and forth, and asked strangely: "Is this printed by Jiang Fan?"
"Ah? Of course not, it was done by the booksellers in the city. After the masters commented that Jiang Fan's poems were the most talented poets in the Great Zhou Dynasty, the booksellers secretly began to print such pamphlets privately, and then took them to the streets to steal
Jiang Fan probably doesn't know about selling it at all. A booklet costs five cents, and the cost is worth two cents. It sells well and is very profitable."
The waiter explained with a smile.
"I know, it's none of your business, go down."
Chen Ang waved his hand and watched the waiter running away with joy before opening the booklet.
Immediately afterwards, the first poem he saw made Chen Ang subconsciously hold his breath!
He stared at the pamphlet with both eyes without blinking, while instinctively reciting softly.
The more he read, the more shocked he became, and the more he read, the more intoxicated he became. Holding this booklet, Chen Ang even had some kind of illusion for a moment.
It’s as if what he holds in his hands is the whole world!
He didn't know how long he read it, but he read every poem in the booklet many times, until he could recite it completely, and then he closed the booklet.
Then he put it into his arms with great care and closeness.
Chen Ang let out a long sigh. After reading these poems, he felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head in the dog days of summer. He felt extremely refreshed!