This son-in-law is wicked in a good way!

Wenxin Tower.

Private room on the second floor.

In the antique-style room, wisps of smoke rose from the bronze incense burner on the mahogany tea table.

Zhang Ping'an and the white-robed young man sat facing each other, while a page in green stood to one side, pouring tea for them.

"There were many people and lots of chatter on the street just now, so I haven't had a chance to ask your honorable name, sir?" the white-robed young man said.

Zhang Ping'an's eyes darted around, and he clasped his hands in greeting, saying, "My name is Li Du. May I ask your honorable surname, sir?"

The young man in white returned the greeting with clasped hands: "My surname is Chu, you may call me Chu Tian."

Zhang Ping'an was startled: the surname Chu, that's the imperial surname. It seems the young master before him is even more noble than he thought.

The more expensive the better, preferably a prince or something, so that when you're ripping someone off... you can charge a high price for their poems.

"I see that Young Master Li is so talented at such a young age. Why doesn't he take the imperial examinations to achieve fame and bring honor to his ancestors, instead of coming here to sell his poems?"

Chu Tian seemed to be interested in chatting with him.

When the customer asked, Zhang Ping'an couldn't very well not answer.

However, naturally, one should only speak three-tenths of what one knows to others.

He immediately put on a mournful face and looked pitiful.

"Alas, I am an orphan. I was mistreated by my adoptive parents from a young age and lacked food and clothing."

"I finally married into a wealthy family, thinking I could live a good life, but the life of a son-in-law... well, you know what I mean."

"I just want to sell my poems to earn some money so I can have a decent meal."

Chu Tian and the pageboy in green both had red eyes.

They had grown up in luxury, never imagining that there were people in the world who couldn't even afford a full meal!

Moreover, he is such a handsome and talented young master.

"Young Master Li, could you please tell me who your adoptive parents are? I want to see how there could be such heartless parents in this world!"

Chu Tian wanted to avenge Zhang Ping'an.

Zhang Ping'an didn't want to expose his background. What if someone followed the clues and found out about him?

He quickly waved his hand, regaining his relaxed expression: "Let's not talk about this anymore, it's all in the past. Besides, I believe that I can make a living with my own hands from now on."

"Go for it, Young Master Li! I believe in you!" Chu Tian clenched his fist and gestured.

"By the way, Young Master Chu, what kind of poetry are you looking for?"

When the conversation turned to serious matters, Chu Tian put aside his overflowing sympathy and pondered for a moment.

"I have a friend who is exceptionally talented and renowned, but he has been frustrated and unfulfilled since he turned fifty."

"Now, he has been favored by His Majesty and is about to go to the border to take up his post. He has no particular hobbies, except for poetry, so I would like to give him a poem as he departs."

"A farewell poem!" Zhang Ping'an smiled slightly. "That's too easy. I just copied one... I looked ahead and it came to me."

Chu Tian shook his head: "If it were just a simple farewell poem, why would I have come all the way here?"

"Oh, what are the requirements?" Zhang Ping'an's heart tightened. He wondered if his knowledge was enough. He only had the level of a student who had completed nine years of compulsory education. When it came to poetry, he was nothing.

"My friend is a great scholar, and he is quite accomplished in poetry. I'm afraid ordinary farewell poems wouldn't catch his eye."

Zhang Ping'an thought of a poem that seemed quite fitting for the occasion.

"Is that so? Then I'll write one, and Young Master Chu can read it before making a decision, shall we?"

Chu Tian looked at him suspiciously: "It has to be truly amazing. Are you sure you want to write it now?"

She was even planning to let Zhang Ping'an go back and think about it for a couple of days.

Of course I'd want to write it, but what's the point of thinking about getting it for free? Zhang Ping'an smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, no money required if you're not satisfied."

Chu Tian raised his hand: "Xiao Yu, bring me pen and ink."

The two moved to the desk.

Zhang Ping'an rolled up his sleeves, glanced at the two servants beside him who were tilting their heads with curiosity, and wrote the first sentence.

"A thousand miles of yellow clouds darken the daytime..."

Chu Tian frowned slightly. This was a descriptive poem, and most farewell poems had the same monotonous beginnings, which were not particularly outstanding.

And this handwriting... is really ugly!

The pageboy in blue behind her also looked puzzled.

You must first learn to write before you can study. If your handwriting is this ugly, what kind of talent can you possibly have?

Zhang Ping'an was secretly relieved. Fortunately, the original owner of this body could read. Although the characters were ugly, as long as he could understand them, it was fine.

Then he wrote a second sentence.

"The north wind blows, geese fly, and snow falls in abundance."

It's still just describing scenery, and it's still nothing special.

Chu Tian had already given up hope and was ready to shake his head and refuse.

Even the young scholar in blue wore a mocking expression. It seemed that the boy's poem was prepared in advance, and he just happened to stumble upon it by sheer luck.

Zhang Ping'an secretly observed the expressions of the two men and knew that their patience was almost exhausted, so he sped up and finished in one go.

"Do not worry about having no friends on the road ahead, for who in the world does not know you?"

After finishing writing, Zhang Ping'an stepped aside and looked at Chu Tian.

hiss!

Chu Tian gasped, his whole body trembled, and his eyes gleamed.

The young scholar in blue robes also stared wide-eyed, as if gathering all his primordial power.

She walked over, picked up the paper on the table with both hands, and began to recite it as if admiring a precious treasure.

"A thousand miles of yellow clouds darken the daytime, the north wind blows, geese fly, and snow falls in abundance."

Do not worry about having no friends on the road ahead; who in the world does not know you?

"What a beautiful poem! And the line, 'Who in the world doesn't know you?'"

Good poetry, like music, can make even an illiterate person feel a shiver run down their spine and experience a strong resonance.

This is the power of those timeless poems and essays.

Zhang Ping'an smiled and said, "Young Master Chu, are you satisfied with this poem?"

"Satisfied! Very satisfied! Young Master Li is indeed very talented!" Chu Tian replied excitedly, without even turning his head, as he held the poem and read it intently.

"I'm satisfied."

This result was exactly what Zhang Ping'an had expected. When he first read this half of the farewell poem, he was also shocked by the line "Who in the world does not know you?" and felt like he needed to urinate.

Not to mention those ancient people who already loved poetry.

The young page in blue quickly reminded him, "Young master, you have lost your composure."

"Ah, cough cough..." Chu Tian quickly covered up his embarrassment and calmed himself down.

"Young Master Li, how much do you intend to sell this poem for?"

Zhang Ping'an tried holding up two fingers. The previous song sold for one hundred taels, this one should be worth at least two hundred taels!

"Two thousand taels is not expensive, Xiaoyu, pay up!" Chu Tian waved his hand, and the young page in blue immediately took out two thousand-tael silver notes and said to him.

"These are silver notes from Shengfeng Money Shop in the capital. You can exchange them directly for cash."

Zhang Ping'an secretly pinched his thigh.

Ouch...it hurts! This isn't a dream!

We're rich! We're rich!

He hurriedly and happily accepted the silver note, stuffing it into his sleeve, and bowed respectfully: "Young master is so generous. If you ever want to buy poetry again, remember to come find me. I can give you a 20% discount."

Chu Tian waved his hand: "Not needed for now."

"Xiaoyu, let's go back. I need to give this poem to Mr. Fang right away!"

Watching the two leave, Zhang Ping'an escorted the God of Wealth downstairs, waving goodbye warmly, "Take care, young master! Remember to come visit me again next time!"

After everyone left, he took out two thousand-tael silver notes and kissed them hard.

Wooden...horse!

"Two thousand taels! That's too easy money. I'm grateful to all the wise men of China on Earth. It's a pity you won't receive any copyright fees even if I wanted to..."

"But don't worry, I will make your masterpiece flourish in this other world."

"Let's find a place to have a good meal first."

From the moment he was born into this world, stepped out of prison, to marrying into the Prime Minister's family, Zhang Ping'an hadn't even had a sip of water before he was starving.