A good dog doesn't block the way, who is this?

Xie Yi looked up and was suddenly jealous, "A enemy!"

The one blocking the road was a young man, dressed in gorgeous clothes and arrogantly, and a group of dog legs were followed by him.

Xie Yi recognized him. His name was Zheng Bin. He was also a playboy in Huaiyang City. He was Xie Sanlang's former gambling friend.

More importantly, most of the Xie family's land and old houses lost to this person. It can be said that the prodigal son has fallen into the current down-and-out situation, thanks to this person.

In the past, a prodigal son might be brainless. Xie Yi thought about it carefully two days ago and found that things were a bit coincidental. Even though the prodigal son was not good at making a fortune and was lucky, he always lost to bets and lost to him alone. Is there any trick in this?

In novels, operas, films and TV dramas, there are really many scenes of setting up gambling to cheat money. Perhaps the prodigal son has been the story of Zheng Bin.

However, the wood has already been completed and did not seize the evidence at that time. There is nothing to say now, so Xie Yi has no intention of calculating.

But today, I happened to meet down at Wanghu Tower.

"The Xie family's prodigal son is here to do the book?" Zheng Bin and a group of dandy fans laughed loudly, ridiculing his expression, as if he had heard a huge joke.

"Just watch the fun!" Xie Yi smiled faintly, not angry, that was a sign of immaturity.

"Just say, what else can a prodigal son do besides a prodigal son? It's so difficult for him to write poems!" A playboy immediately spoke sarcastic words.

"Oh, not everyone can come to Wanghu Tower, but why are there always people overestimating their abilities?" Zheng Bin sneered: "It's really embarrassing to have a silly son of the Shangjia family first and a prodigal son later."

After saying that, the playboys left some disdainful eyes and sarcastic words, surrounded Zheng Bin and walked towards Wanghu Tower.

Xie Yi's expression has always been calm and has never been scruples with them. If he is bitten by a mad dog, he can't just bite him back, right? Besides, it's a group of mad dogs seeking death. What's the need to be scruples?

What good end can you end up with Hou Junji?

I just left like this, and it was difficult to explain to my sister-in-law Du when I got home, and I was a little unwilling to accept it. What should I do?

Xie Yi stopped at the intersection and wandered around and thought about his solution. When he saw a fat boy looking sad, he complained while walking: "I can't write poetry, but I have to ask me to come..."

Poetry? By the way, before, under the tower of Wanghu, Zheng Bin mentioned the silly son of the Shangjia family, and his eyes seemed to be glancing at this person.

Hehe, Xie Yi had an idea and stepped forward and asked with a smile: "Sao Nian, why are you sad?"

"I can't write good poems, but my father insisted that I go to the lake tower. If I don't have good poems, I can't get up at all... As a result, I was ridiculed as the son of a merchant, and the monkey... and the crown." The fat boy was so sad that he was very sad.

Sure enough, Zheng Bin mentioned him. If that's the case... Xie Yi looked up and down the fat boy's clothes and dressed up, and immediately thought about it and said with a smile: "Brother Fat, I can help you."

"My surname is Lu, not Pang!"

"Oh, Brother Lu, I feel respectful."

"You're welcome, you think you can help me?" The fat boy stopped sobbing and asked with anticipation.

Xie Yi smiled and said, "To be honest, I have two good poems here that can be sold to Brother Lu, and you can go to Wanghu Tower!"

"Selling? Why don't you go to the book by yourself?" The fat boy's reaction was faster than he thought, and he was a little confused about this strange behavior.

"Uh... I'm not as important as a living. I'm going to tell you that there's no rice at home." Xie Yi said: "My brother must be from a wealthy family. He's just a business."

"Can poetry and prose be bought and sold like goods?" The fat boy looked surprised, as if he had never heard of it.

"Why can't it be possible? Everyone takes what they want. Brother Tai seems to want to go to Wanghu Tower, and I need money to support my family. A gentleman has the beauty of adulthood, so I can help each other!" Xie Yi smiled and tried his best to enlighten this honest boy.

"The poems and prose are elegant, is it a shame for trading?" Unexpectedly, the fat boy suddenly hesitated.

Sage? Is it weird to talk about politeness without talking about money? Xie Yi suddenly had a black line. It's really rare. There are many strange things in later generations, not only business, but also plagiarism. What's so strange about it? No, will this guy pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger? I want to take my poems for nothing?

Xie Yi was alert and smiled and said, "How could it be? If you don't steal or rob, you will trade fairly. The saints will not blame you even if you see it."

The fat boy touched his head and hesitated: "There is some truth, but is your poems on the surface?"

Yoho, you're not stupid, you are quite versatile in business! Xie Yi swears: "It's absolutely worth the money, and you're not fooled. I'll make you shine in Wanghu Tower."

"Okay, let me see the goods first..." The fat boy smiled silly: "This is taught by my father. You have to inspect the goods first and then pay the money when doing business..."

"Uh... Ling Zun is right!" Xie Yi shook his head helplessly. When he was convinced that the honest fat boy had never forgotten his skills, he whispered in his ear: "Sleeping in spring will not make him feel dawn, and birds cry everywhere. The sound of wind and rain at night will make you know how many flowers fall."

After saying that, Xie Yi apologized to Meng Haoran in his heart and asked, "The title of this poem is "Chunxiao". What do you think?"

The fat boy nodded slightly: "It sounds like it's okay, but it's winter now, how can the flowers fall in spring morning?"

"Will you just say it's an old work in spring?" Xie Yi gave the fat boy a blank look, and he was stubborn, and the child seemed unspeakable! He continued helplessly: "Okay, let's have another song... Qinghai long clouds are dark in the snowy mountains, lonely city looks at Yumen Pass, yellow sand is wearing golden armor for hundreds of battles, and Loulan will never return until it is destroyed. This is "Jobs in the Army". The governor is a military general and must like it."

The fat boy nodded and said with satisfaction: "Oh, it seems to be really good, but I didn't remember, can you write it down and recite it with me..."

Xie Yi smiled and said, "Of course, but we can negotiate the price first... A poem with three guan, and I will give you a discount on two poems, one price, five guan!"

"Five slogans?" The fat boy hesitated a little.

"For brother, five guan is not much money, so it is very rare to exchange for Wanghu Tower! After returning home, I will definitely give you more praise. Which one is more important, Brother Lu is good at thinking!" Xie Yi did not forget to continue bewitching.

"It makes sense, but will you be a liar? A poem is sold more? Or this is a poem by someone else, you stolen it." The fat boy nodded first, suddenly changed his tone, and his vigilance suddenly emerged.

"Of course not. The conscience of heaven and earth is never deceiving. I am only selling it to my brother." Xie Yi swears with confidence, only to the heavens, after all, this matter is really not deceiving.

"Okay!" said the fat boy, "I can only pay half of you first, and after I have been to Wanghu Tower, I will pay you the remaining half."

Xie Yi frowned and said, "What should you do if you want to lie to me?"

The fat boy also swears: "I am the young owner of the Lu business. Just go to the business and find me. Our Lu family has the best reputation and is honest and trustworthy. Everyone in Huaiyang knows it."

It seems that there is indeed a big merchant in Huaiyang City. Moreover, as long as it can have the effect of disgusting Zheng Bin, even if it is free... no, the precedent of free cannot be opened randomly. Xie Yi pondered for a moment and made a determined decision: "Yes, but for fairness, you have to pay me three guan first!"

...

Xie Yi left, and after writing two poems for the fat boy, he left with three silver cakes. He walked while sighing, it was such a good business!

Two poems were exchanged for three guan. If you search all the Tang poems in your mind, how much can you exchange them for? Three guan is three thousand guan. The rice price this year is a bit expensive, five guan a dou, and one guan a dou twelve and a half pound...

If you count this way, the two poems are thousands of kilograms of rice, at least the problem of food and clothing is solved. If you sell a few more poems, you can completely get rid of poverty and become rich in the Tang Dynasty.

Not bad, not bad!

Xie Yi was very satisfied with this unexpected way to get rich, although it seemed to be a disgrace to say it...

Cough, I don’t care about so much, hurry up and go to the money house and exchange the silver cakes that I paid rent for Kaiyuan Tongbao.

Buy rice, meat, candied snacks, and pull a few feet of cloth to make new clothes for my sister-in-law and sister. I’m in a great mood!

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PS: The previous article has been slightly modified, but the plot has not changed. Du’s identity has been slightly adjusted. Book friends who have read it can look back.
Chapter completed!