Fantasy: Starting out as a gigolo, born a Confucian sage

"Brother Zhang's Wangchun Pavilion has a profound artistic conception and expresses emotions through scenery. It is really beyond the reach of us."

"Brother Li's poem is also good. If the word "deep" in the last sentence is changed, it may be even better."

"Zhongwen's poem..."

The Northern Han Dynasty was an era of great ethnic integration, and some customs of grassland ethnic groups were also brought into the Central Plains.

Unlike later generations, the customs were more open.

At the poetry meeting, men and women discussed poetry, which seemed elegant, but in fact they were all flattering each other.

Especially some utilitarian candidates, they tried their best to show off and try to attract the attention of those young ladies from aristocratic families.

Especially Chu Youyi...

Everyone came here for her reputation, but it was a pity that she was already married, and they all hated her deeply!

After all, Chu Youyi was a unique one in terms of talent, reputation and appearance, which made everyone fascinated.

She was regarded as a goddess who could not be desecrated!

But now...

Shen Wuming, the husband of Zhongshan's most talented woman, sat in the front, next to Chu Youyi.

Feeling the hateful gazes around him, he was indifferent, as he was used to it.

Seeing that the atmosphere of the poetry meeting was getting better, Shen Wuming gestured to Xiaohua in the back.

Xiaohua immediately understood, and soon, a group of graceful women came in with various snacks.

Many of them were developed by Shen Wuming, which were quite novel and attracted the attention of a large group of people.

"What is this? Candied haws? Why haven't I heard of it? It tastes really good."

"It is said that my brother-in-law made it himself and only gave it to the cook in his own house. I ate it once last time."

The eyes of a group of young ladies from aristocratic families were quickly attracted by these snacks.

After all, compared with those boastful scholars, candied haws are more attractive.

However, in this way, Shen Wuming received the unanimous hostility of those scholars.

They finally had a chance to hook up with these young ladies from aristocratic families, but Shen Wuming ruined the atmosphere.

"How is it? Everyone likes these snacks, right?"

Shen Wuming smiled, and immediately, a bunch of young ladies nodded in succession.

"Brother-in-law, how do you make this? I'll ask my cook to make it later."

"That's what I mean..."

Shen Wuming smiled and explained the method, and then said: "Especially the syrup, it's very particular."

"The syrup made from ordinary sugarcane tastes okay, but if it's made from oxalis, the effect is better."

As soon as this was said, everyone exclaimed.

"Oxalis can also be used to make sugar? I've never heard of it."

"This is just a show of force!"

"I guess you want to attract the attention of these young ladies, this brother is very calculating."

Those scholars who were robbed of the limelight were already angry, and now they took the opportunity to sneer.

Shen Wuming ignored them, but took out the oxalis that had been prepared long ago to make sugar.

"This is the ox-skin candy I selected. It tastes sweet and delicious, and most importantly, it has a scent of fragrant grass."

"So I call them beets, which means beet candy. You can try it."

Shen Wuming took this opportunity to promote the beet candy he made.

Because the technical threshold is too low, Shen Wuming and Cao Zhuyu considered for a long time, and they were worried that they would be copied.

Soon after the launch, they would be solved by others, so they had already done some tricks.

When boiling the candy, they added some flower petal juice, which cannot be seen by the naked eye.

But even if eaten alone, it has a different flavor.

Even if the sweetness is slightly inferior to sugarcane, it makes everyone exclaim again and again.

"I have never heard of beet sugar. Where did you buy it?" asked a young lady from a noble family.

"Cao's workshop."

Shen Wuming took this opportunity to promote the name of Cao's workshop.

Cao Zhuyu said that it was just a reputation, but Shen Wuming not only asked them to process it on his behalf, but also asked them to sell it on his behalf.

The final profit was split 50-50.

It was originally an elegant poetry gathering, but in the hands of Shen Wuming, it turned into a food appreciation meeting.

The young ladies drooled when they saw the endless snacks in his house, and they had no manners.

As for those boastful scholars, they were even more angry at this moment.

When the atmosphere was slightly reduced, a scholar came forward and wanted to mock Shen Wuming's talent.

However, in the face of their provocation, Shen Wuming had not yet made a move, and the scholar was attacked by the crowd.

"Do you need to talk about my brother-in-law's talent? Even our sister Chu said that my husband's talent is ten times better than his."

"That's right, just take a sentence from my brother-in-law's work, it's enough for you to learn for a lifetime."

The sisters who were invited by Chu Youyi naturally had some incense.

The most important thing is that they also like poetry from the bottom of their hearts, and they recognize Shen Wuming's talent even more.

So they are not interested in these scholars today, largely because they usually eat too well.

"What has he written? If you have the guts, show it to me." A scholar snorted in dissatisfaction.

"Let's see it!"

Song Nanzhu was a hot-tempered person. She was so angry that she wanted to write it down on the spot.

But when she dipped the ink, she thought that her handwriting was uglier than Shen Wuming's, and she couldn't help but look embarrassed.

"It's not good enough, right?"

Everyone snorted coldly, and some even mocked him in person, "You just boasted too much, and now you can't make up for it?"

"I guess he's overacting. He can fool his brothers, but he's probably fooling himself."

Song Nanzhu was about to write when a slender, white hand appeared beside him.

"Let me do it."

Song Nanzhu looked back and saw a woman with a gentle temperament but a big sister's temperament.

"Ms. Cui?"

When everyone saw this woman come out, their faces changed slightly. This was Cui Zu'e, the 'talented poet of catkins'!

"Ms. Cui actually took the initiative to expose the fake. It's going to be a good show."

"Oh, why did Mr. Cui condescend to be so noble? He's really getting a bargain!"

"We can expose his hypocrisy in a few words."

When the scholars saw Cui Zu'e, they were even more excited, and their cheeks flushed.

If they were still boastful and self-aggrandizing in front of the daughters of the aristocratic families, they were just like peacocks spreading their tails, eager for Cui Zu'e to look at them.

Chu Youyi, the beauty, has already been taken. Even if they yearn for her in their hearts, they can no longer reach her.

On the contrary, Cui Zu'e is not inferior to Chu Youyi in terms of appearance.

Compared with Chu Youyi's dignity and generosity, Cui Zu'e is even more noble, perhaps due to psychological factors.

After all, the Cui family he was born in is one of the four major families...

If he can marry her, he will not only save twenty years of hard work, but even save three generations of hard work!

There is no need to say more about her talent.

However, after hearing what the people around her said, Cui Zu'e smiled, "Zu'e is not here to expose fakes, but to help Mr. Shen clear his name."

"I heard of Mr. Shen's name at the poetry meeting before, but it's a pity that I have never met him... But I like Mr. Shen's poems very much."

As if to prove herself, Cui Zu'e took out a small silk folding fan from her sleeve.

After unfolding it, it was a poem she wrote by hand.

"This is the poem of Mr. Shen that Sister Chu told me before. You can take a look."

She pointed the folding fan towards everyone, not looking at the fan, but reciting the poem on it.

"Since ancient times, autumn has brought sadness and loneliness. I say autumn..."