I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

Not only Li Lizhi and Li Shu didn't come.

Today's business is not very good. Compared with the previous few days, the passenger flow has dropped significantly. Even Li Yingzi didn't stay long. After taking the two little girls for a run, she rode away on the filly .

This made Yin Lulu even more resentful.

It's not good to give yourself a vacation during the holidays, so I came here on purpose.

The man sat upright at the door, staring at the chrysanthemums while staring outside, waiting for when a guest would come.

Yin Xuan has long been mentally prepared for the few guests today.

Datang people have not yet developed the habit of eating out.

Festivals are always celebrated with the family, especially the Double Ninth Festival. For the people of Tang Dynasty, it is a festival of worshiping ancestors, and it is even more impossible to go out to eat.

Of course, there are exceptions to everything.

Every festival, scholars will hold a poetry reception.

When it was almost noon, Wu Youdao and the others came from afar in crowds. As soon as they stepped into the Tongfu restaurant, they saw the two pots of chrysanthemums placed at the door, and they couldn't walk immediately.

Yin Xuan doesn't understand flowers.

But they know flowers, especially in autumn, the only flowers that bloom are sweet-scented osmanthus and chrysanthemum.

Chrysanthemums have become the treasures of readers in winter.

They have seen many chrysanthemums, but they have never seen the two chrysanthemums placed at the entrance of the restaurant.

One plant was big and full, with pale yellow petals layered with gold, like a cluster of hydrangeas, and the other plant was even more amazed by them. Very charming, the most important thing is that its petals are reddish red, and a small group of stamens held in the middle are covered with light yellow and green.

Have you ever seen such a delicate chrysanthemum!
The chrysanthemums of Tang Dynasty are small yellow flowers, the petals are not so stretched, and the petals are not so thick, not to mention the physique. One chrysanthemum here can be as big as two other chrysanthemums.

They circled the chrysanthemums with greedy looks in their eyes.

But no one dared to stretch out their hands to touch these flowers, for fear that their own turbidity would pollute such a beautiful flower, even if a petal fell, it would make them feel distressed.

Wu Youdao looked at it several times, then turned his head reluctantly, and looked at Yin Xuan: "Shopkeeper, are these two chrysanthemums at the door yours?"

Yin Xuan nodded.

Wu Youdao asked again: "Did they ever have names?"

Yin Xuan had no expression on his face, and slid his hand in front of his eyes, calling out the system panel that others could not see, and then replied: "Yes, the red one is called Red Clothes and Green Clothes, and the yellow one is called West Lake Liuyue."

Quite a few people secretly sighed.

has a name
I can't name them with the cheek.

"Where did you buy these flowers from?" a person asked, "Or did you cultivate these flowers?"

Yin Xuan scratched his cheek: "It's kind of planted by myself."

A group of scholars looked at Yin Xuan even more strangely.

She looks good, cooks deliciously, and is quite accomplished in arithmetic. Now that she has discovered another advantage, she can breed such delicate and beautiful chrysanthemums. I am afraid that she has made some achievements in farming.

A bunch of people looked around for a while, and reluctantly sat down around the table.

Almost all of them wanted to buy flowers, but none of them asked for the price, which disappointed Yin Xuan who was looking forward to it.

He also intends to get his money back on these people.

The reception of Chongyang Festival naturally revolves around Chongyang Festival.

They hadn't ascended the height, so they couldn't sing poems about climbing, but there were two chrysanthemums in front of them. Naturally, they would not let go of this unique opportunity, and wrote poems about chrysanthemums one after another.

A few rounds down.

The readers' cheeks turned red from drinking.

One glanced to the side, looked at Yin Xuan who was teaching Yin Lulu to count, and said in a low voice, "Do you think this store has made achievements in Confucian classics and poetry?"

This silenced them.

Someone hesitated to speak: "It shouldn't be bad after all."

Scholars in the Tang Dynasty first learned the classics and meanings, followed by poetry and songs, and then learned arithmetic, agriculture, astronomy and geography when they were older.
They took it for granted that since Yin Xuan was so good at arithmetic and agriculture, he should be better at classics, poetry, and songs since elementary school.

One person looked at Wu Youdao and suggested, "Brother Wu, you should be more familiar with the shopkeeper, or you can invite the shopkeeper to write a poem about chrysanthemum?"

Wu Youdao hesitated.

But Wu Youdao was the only one who was in trouble, and the others responded one after another, urging him to invite Yin Xuan over.

Wu Youdao was also very moved. Taking advantage of the drunkenness, he stood up and bowed to Yin Xuan, and said loudly: "Shop."

Yin Xuan raised his head.

Wu Youdao continued to maintain the posture of bowing: "I'm waiting for the chrysanthemum-chrysanthemum reception today. I know that the store has a reputation for talent. I wonder if the store can write a poem about chrysanthemums?"

Yin Xuan shook his head and waved his hands: "I don't know anything about poetry, so forget it."

He's telling the truth.

He doesn't know much about level and rhyme, and he can't tell the difference between five-character, seven-character, quatrains, and Yuefu. Let an engineering student compose a poem?Its difficulty is no different from asking a liberal arts student to do calculus.

It's just that his words, in the eyes of this group of scholars, are modest.

How can there be scholars who can't write poetry?

"Shopkeeper, I really want to ask you to enlighten me." Wu Youdao bent a little deeper, and his attitude became more respectful, "You can cultivate such a chrysanthemum, and I think you can write the true meaning of the chrysanthemum."

What he said made Yin Xuan blush.

Yin Xuan waved his hand: "It's just a coincidence that I can grow these chrysanthemums."

Wu Youdao didn't speak, and still maintained the posture of bowing and bowing.

Behind the table, other scholars also stood up and bowed to Yin Xuan.

Yin Xuan frowned, sighed, looked at their attitude of "If you don't write poetry, we will always be like this", and said softly: "All right, all right, then I will write one."

The readers suddenly smiled.

Yin Xuan racked his brains, there were not many poems about chanting chrysanthemums, and he could not remember many.

After a while, he cleared his throat and began to chant.

"When autumn comes and September [-]th, I will kill the flowers after they bloom."

"The incense in the sky penetrates Chang'an, and the city is full of golden armor."

The four lines of the poem fell to the ground, and the whole room fell silent.

A table of scholars looked at Yin Xuan and stared round, never expecting that Yin Xuan could write such a poem.

This is a poem written by Huang Chao at the end of Tang Dynasty.

And Huang Chao was one of the culprits who overthrew the Tang Dynasty and led to its demise.