The Concubine Wushuang of Red Mansion

Chapter 14 The Young Master of the Red Mansion
"Hahaha, okay, a business is also a fate, I will pay these two taels of silver in advance!"

With that said, Meng Jixi took out two taels of silver and placed it in front of Jia Cong. Jia Cong was not polite and accepted it.

Everyone looked at it, thinking that Meng Jixi was probably too busy with too much money, and they were also curious about what kind of poem this child could write. Wouldn't it be "A heavy snowfall, the sky and the earth are blurry, a black dog is white on the body, and the white is white on the body." Dog’s body is swollen”?
The shopkeeper had long been annoyed by this man, and he cupped his fists and said, "My surname is Dai, and my nickname is Shijie. I wonder what I call you?"

The middle-aged man naturally understood what the shopkeeper meant. He was not afraid at all and returned the favor, "I'm sorry, but your surname is Meng, my given name is Ji Xi, and my given name is Mu Jing."

Dai Renjie's eyes widened and he was furious, "It's you!"

When the enemy met, he was extremely jealous.

Meng Jixi laughed and apologized, "Business manager Dai won't be so stingy if you borrow precious land to do a business!"

Is this a question of pettiness?

Dai Renjie was very angry, "I really didn't expect that Boss Meng would come to our store in person. I'm so far away to welcome him! If you come next time, please let me know in advance and buy a firecracker to welcome you!"

"That's not necessary!" Meng Jixi stretched out her hand, "Little friend, please!"

The ink is rich and exudes a light fragrance, much better than what Jia Cong used in the past.

Jia Cong picked up the pen and gently licked the tip of the pen on the inkstone. He hung his wrist lightly and landed on the white bamboo paper. When everyone looked at it, they saw the pen moving like a dragon, with small regular script in one hand. The pen was straight and elegant, with a dignified structure and fresh energy. Elegant and elegant, there is no slack in her appearance, and she has a sense of perfection that is incompatible with her age.

"it is good!"

Immediately, someone made a sound of admiration.

Jia Cong ignored it, showed no arrogance on his face, remained calm as usual, and finished writing a poem.

Dai Renjie was dumbfounded, and Meng Jixi's voice full of surprise recited in his ears, "It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil. Who knows that every grain of rice on the plate is hard work!"

Thanks to Emperor Wu, all the famous poets and talents of the Tang Dynasty in previous lives were lost in the long river of history, and will never see each other again in this world of Red Mansions.

Exclamations came and went, and some scholars took the time to read it several times, hoping to keep it in mind.

Dai Renjie looked intently at the child in front of him. He was no more than three feet tall, with a childlike look on his face. He was no more than seven years old, yet he could write such a poem with such artistic conception. He couldn't help but ask, "Child, did you write this?"

After revealing this handwriting, everyone was basically sure that Jia Cong was a precocious talent. They were all a little dissatisfied when the shopkeeper questioned him like this.

Jia Cong glanced at the shopkeeper indifferently, picked up the white bamboo paper, blew it gently to dry the ink, and planned to fold it and hand it to Meng Jixi.

The shopkeeper stretched out his hand and pressed it on the white bamboo paper, "Wait a minute, for this poem, our Jixian Hall is willing to pay five taels of silver. Young Master, you can earn three more taels of silver!"

There were sighs, but this shopkeeper Dai was already shameless. He knew very well that with his young master's persistence in loving poetry, if he couldn't get this poem today, his position as shopkeeper would probably have to be replaced.

If he lost his job worth 200 taels of silver a year, his ancestors would crawl out of the coffin and scold him.

"This...is a bit inappropriate!" Someone whispered, fearing that Jia Cong would break the contract for the extra three taels of silver and lose his place.

But three taels of silver is not a small amount.Jia Cong smiled and shook his head, "If you don't have faith, you won't be successful. If you don't have faith, you won't prosper. Although money is good, a gentleman loves money and gets it in a wise way. This poem is no longer mine. The shopkeeper wants it, but I am no longer qualified to talk to Boss Meng."

"If people don't have faith, they won't succeed; if they don't have faith, they won't succeed."

Among a group of young men standing in the corridor leading to the backyard, the leader, with a clear face and as handsome as an orchid, chewed these words carefully and appreciated the profound meaning. He couldn't help but smile and said to his companions, "This little young man is still... It’s really fun, but by saying this to an old guy like Dai Renjie, he’s just playing chess to a cow!”

"At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, you were careless and lost Jingzhou today!" The companion was extremely regretful. Such good poems are worth thousands of gold. It is a real pity to lose the opportunity for only two taels of silver.

Many students are present today. In the next half an hour, this poem will be publicized. But for real readers, they still want to get a collection of poems with this poem printed. This kind of genuine complex is like the Internet article of later generations. In the world, many loyal fans want to get a physical book for collection.

Furthermore, is it just a poem that is missed now?
It’s an opportunity to collaborate.

Dai Renjie couldn't help but look over here, and what he saw was the worried look on the young master's family, and he couldn't help but look ashen.

As a businessman, if he didn't have this awareness, his more than ten years as a shopkeeper would have been in vain.

But can you blame him for this?
Who would have thought that a seven-year-old child could write poetry out of his mouth?

Anyone who sees this handwriting will not doubt this child's talent.

Meng Jixi laughed and said "Okay". He pointed to the white bamboo paper and said, "Please sign your name, the name of this poem, and your own title!"

This is to help Jia Cong become famous!

Jia Cong put the word "compassion for the peasants" on the top of the poem. When he started to write his name after the poem, he thought for a while and finally wrote the three-character name "Red Mansion Guest" without writing his real name.

He really couldn't be so shameless as to steal the fruits of other people's labor for his own use.

Although, he has actually done so.

Seeing this, everyone did not feel anything wrong. Instead, they felt that this child was not just precocious. He was calm and promising at a young age. The most rare thing was that he did not rely on his talent to be arrogant. Instead, he knew how to restrain his sharp edges. This made him more talented than his belly. Even more rare.

From ancient times to the present, are there still few people who say, "You are small, but big is not necessarily better"?

The reason is nothing more than relying on one's own intelligence, getting carried away, and refusing to work hard. In the end, one's intelligence is mistaken for cleverness.

A guest in the Red Mansion, a guest in the Red Mansion, is just a passer-by who mistakenly enters the world of the Red Mansion.

Jia Cong didn't know what others were thinking. He put down his pen, bowed his hands to the onlookers, took the two taels of silver from selling the poems, and was about to leave.

"Young Master, please stay!" Dai Renjie stopped Jia Cong without waiting for the young master's instructions, and said sincerely, "Young Master, our bookstore collects poems all year round, and the price is reasonable. If you have good poems, you can consider our Jixian Hall. A collection of our poems can sell hundreds or thousands of copies every year even if we don’t say much.”

What matters in business is that benevolence and righteousness are important in business transactions. Even if Jia Cong cares about the shopkeeper's arrogance and courtesy, he will not show it to his face. The worst he can do is not cooperate in the future. He smiled and said, "Thank you very much. I'll see you later." If there is a good one, I will definitely find it!"

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