A scholar of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty

"I will make a fortune, believe it or not!" Gu Qing said to Yang Sheng: "If you are sitting right now, I can consider letting you be my nursing home."

"Heh!" Yang Sheng snorted coldly, "Let me be the nursing home? It's a good idea!"

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A few days later, the huge city of Chang'an was in front of him. Looking at this huge city, Gu Qing became more and more excited, and the banners on the huge city wall were unfurled.This is the ZTE of Datang, the place with the highest gdp, every inch of land is expensive.

The return of the king of Wei didn't seem to be a big sensation, but it was much more low-key. There was a constant flow of people in the city, and there were some foreign people who were doing business and spoke Guanzhong dialect that was not fluent.

Sun Simiao followed Li Tai into the palace, leaving Yang Sheng and Gu Qing on the busy streets of Chang'an, at a loss for what to do.

After standing for more than half an hour, Yang Sheng also left without saying what to do.

Gu Qing pulled the donkey cart and asked an old man, "Master, where is the busiest place in Chang'an?"

"Going forward is Dongshi, where there are more people." The old man said.

Gu Qing, who was only 11 years old, dragged the donkey cart all the way and was very fortunate. When he came to a corner of the East City, he put down the donkey cart and moved out the tea.

Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, Gu Qing is thinking about doing business!You also need to be cultured. Wasn’t poetry popular in the Tang Dynasty? Sometimes gimmicks are very important.

The noodle stall in front of him was about to be closed, Gu Qing stepped forward and said, "Brother, can you lend me your stove?"

"Little baby, you also come to do business?" The other party glanced at Gu Qing's tattered clothes, "It's not easy at such a young age. To open."

It was almost time for people to eat lunch, Gu Qing rubbed his hands excitedly, "Thank you uncle!"

Humming a little tune to start a fire, and then carrying a bucket to fetch water from a well not far away, the tea stand can be opened after cleaning up, thinking that there is still something missing, Gu Qing found another broken wooden board that no one used, according to Write a poem about the memory.

"Old and young masters, don't miss it when you pass by!" Gu Qing yelled, waving a folding fan: "Sell tea, buy tea."

"Sell tea!" Gu Qing yelled for a long time, his mouth was dry, and no one came to patronize.

An aunt glanced at the tea leaves and walked away quickly.

"..."

Shaking the fan vigorously, why is it so hot today, thinking about forgetting about it and not selling it, Gu Qing sat by the stove with sweat on his forehead, and didn't want to yell anymore, the people in Chang'an are too blind.

A person dressed as a scholar passed by, without looking at Gu Qing’s tea leaves, but staring at the poems on the side, nodding while reading, “Dongfeng night puts flowers and trees, and blows them down, and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are fragrant all over the road The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night."

"Brother, buy some tea?" Gu Qing asked.

The man ignored Gu Qing and continued to read the last verse on the wooden board, "The moth snow willows are golden strands, and the laughter is full of fragrance. The crowd searched for him thousands of times, and when I looked back, the man was there, in a dimly lit place."

"Do you want to buy tea or not!" Gu Qing asked again.

"I looked for him thousands of times in the crowd, and suddenly I looked back, but the man was there, in a dimly lit place." After reading this sentence, he left in a hurry.

"I'm sick!" Gu Qing poured himself a sip of tea.

"Where is the little guy selling things?" An aunt came over with a smile, "You came out to do business at a young age?"

"Hey." Gu Qing smiled and nodded.

"Auntie is a cake seller." She took out a cake and said, "Look at you little guy, you have been here for a long time and haven't seen you eating. This cake is for you to eat."

"No...no need!" Gu Qing waved his hands repeatedly.

"Let's eat." The aunt put the cake on the edge of Gu Qing's stove, "My son is as old as you, and it's nothing to eat when he's growing up."

"Thanks……"

Before I could say thank you, the aunt had already walked away and returned to her own stall.

After taking a bite of the cake, Gu Qing felt sore in his heart, "It's easy for me!"

Discussions came from not far away, and when one looked up, it was the guy who only read poetry and didn't buy tea. There were many people behind him, all dressed as scholars.

The man came to Gu Qing's stall, pointed to the poem and said, "Everyone, it's this poem that I searched for him thousands of times, and suddenly I looked back, but the man was there, in a dimly lit place."

Several scholars looked at this poem in amazement.

Someone said: "The words and sentences of this poem are very expressive. The east wind blows flowers and trees at night, and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are all over the road. Banque describes the prosperity of Chang'an vividly and exquisitely."

Another person said: "The words are used just right, even if a word is added or changed, it will lose the aura it should have."

"Do you buy tea?" Gu Qing asked with a smile.

"I'm in the next room!" The man bowed and said, "Dare to ask this little brother, who wrote this poem."

"Buy tea?" Gu Qing continued: "As long as you buy tea, I will tell you who made it."

"Tea leaves? Isn't it the leaves for making tea?" Fang Yi said bluntly, with a look of disinterest.

The street is very lively, there is not much business on the street in the afternoon, but Gu Qing's stall is surrounded by a group of people, seeing a few scholars with oil foam on their mouths, "Again, how many of you just finished eating?"

Facing the philistine Gu Qingxiang, several people were speechless.

After brewing a few bowls of tea, Gu Qing said, "Try it, it's free on the first day of opening today."

"That's not how tea is cooked!" Fang Yi said straightly, "I'm afraid this little brother doesn't understand tea ceremony."

"Do you like to drink or not!" Gu Qing sniffed, this man is so polite, Fang Yi has a very familiar name.

A few scholars took a sip from their bowls, savoring the slightly bitter but elegant tea fragrance after the aftertaste.

"How is it?" Gu Qing said, "Is the greasy in your mouth gone? Do you feel that the sleepiness in the afternoon is gone?"

Chapter 17 Faces

"The greasy in the mouth is gone, and the taste is also peculiar." Several people finished drinking one after another, neither good nor bad.

Gu Qing continued: "Thirty Wen a bag."

Seeing that the bag was only the size of an egg, it was going to sell for [-] yuan, and they were all wealthy people, so they took out the money and said, "Now you can tell us who made this poem."

"Actually, a more accurate term is called Ci." Gu Qing said, "I also overheard this poem. It was a passerby, and I'm afraid I can't find it now."

"It's a pity!" Fang Yizhi said cynically, several scholars paid for the tea one after another.

"It's still fun to do business with educated people." Gu Qing said with a smile on his face, "Welcome everyone to come next time!"

After Sun Simiao visited the bodies of Empress Changsun and Li Shimin, he was invited by Fang Xuanling to have lunch at the restaurant. He didn't see his disciples all the way, but when he entered the second floor of the restaurant, he saw Gu Qing who was selling from the window of the restaurant. This kid really went to make money.

"Who is that person?" Fang Xuanling noticed Sun Simiao's demeanor, looking at a person and following him.

The waiter brought some vegetables, and the upstairs was quite quiet. Sun Simiao looked at Gu Qing outside the window and said, "That man is a disciple of the poor."