The Great Wilderness Helping His Wife

At this time, everyone in the White Horse Guild Hall was extremely anxious. After all, it was not so easy to collect more than 100 high-quality poems.

"Mr. Fang! Don't worry, I've sent letters back by flying pigeons. My grandfather was also a romantic man when he was young, and he has a few unpublished poems in his hand. It's cheaper, and I'll sell it to you for fifty gold!"

"Yes, Mr. Fang! My family's ancestors are great Confucian scholars, and my father also has a few articles in his hand. It's cheaper here, 49 gold!"

"Mr. Fang! My father is a young apprentice of our great Confucianist in the state of Chu, and his level is not so high. He happened to write a masterpiece-level Qijue, but he didn't publish it because he didn't refine a word. If you want , three hundred gold! I can intercede for you!"

"Mr. Fang..."

Although the poem challenged Zhao Hao to name and ask Fang Yiru to fight, it actually alluded to all the four countries of the Central Plains, but the Jin State was more embarrassing. business.

If Fang Yiru loses, everyone will lose face together.

So everyone went out of their way to help.

Of course, it's not in vain.

After all, everyone worked so hard to write poems, and they didn't even have time to fill the cups, so how could they be given to Fang Yiru for nothing?

Help, definitely help.

But the money must be taken!

Fang Yiru clutched the purse at his waist, and was moved to tears: "Thank you! Thank you!"

The three hundred gold from the Zhen Guo Mansion was not earned, but a group of people paid thousands of gold instead!

But this poem, you have to buy it!

If I don't buy it... Maybe I won't be able to return to my hometown in the Jin country, and even in the barren country, my status will plummet.

Fang Yiru took out the list in his arms, counted it carefully, and his face became more and more sad.

He just counted all the poems promised by these people, but there are only more than 30 poems, not even one-third of the volume.

I don't know how long it will take to fill up the poems on the wall.

No!

Have to think of other ways.

Not only to fill it up, but also to fill it up at an extremely fast speed, slapping Zhao Hao's face hard.

……

night!

Town government.

Zhao Hao lay down on the table listlessly.

Last night he stayed up all night to finish writing the female concubine's script, which immediately disrupted his schedule. When he thinks about "The Romance of the West Chamber" later, he feels that life has nothing to do with it.

At the dinner table, the food was already getting cold, but the black-faced man had not returned for a long time.

Zhao Hao asked suspiciously, "Where's my father?"

Bai Xiu complained: "Your father is really too careless, but his brash subordinates boasted that he was the father of the barren country culture every day, and coaxed him to go out to treat guests and drink every day, and now they almost don't know what their last name is! "

Zhao Hao: "..."

The father of the barren country culture...

There is something wrong with the name, but there seems to be nothing wrong with it.

At this moment.

Squeak!

The gate of Zhen Guo Mansion was pushed open, and the black-faced man returned home with a smile.

Bai Xiu looked at his silly look, and immediately got angry, and went up and grabbed his ear: "Where are you fooling around again?"

"It hurts!"

The black-faced man slapped Bai Xiu's hand away.

Bai Xiu was startled: "You dare to clap my hand now? Do you have a woman outside?"

The black-faced man looked unhappy: "It's all because of you that I came back so late, and you are still pulling my ears, can I not be angry?"

Bai Xiu was amused: "For me? I'll give you three sentences, and you explain to me!"

The black-faced man snorted: "Actually, I could have come back a long time ago, but I saw an opera troupe in the north of the city who sang well. Thinking that you like to watch this, I thought about helping you check it out, but when you came back late, you still blamed me." ?”

The words exceeded three sentences, but Bai Xiu was not angry anymore: "Is it true? What's the name of this play?"

"Female Consort!"

"It's interesting, you take me to have a look tomorrow."

"One piece of pocket money, otherwise I won't be able to coax me!"

"Okay, okay! Here it is for you."

"Okay! Let's eat, hehehehe..."

The black-faced Han suddenly laughed out loud, took Bai Xiu's wrist and went to the dinner table, saw Zhao Hao and asked, "Hao'er! Let's go to the theater together tomorrow night, maybe I can write some poems for you Inspiration for the lyrics."

Zhao Dingbian shook his head and looked away.

Zhao Hao: "..."

The whole city will soon know that "The Female Consort" was written by me.

Only the parents don't know?

Chapter 93: People in the barren country love to drink pigeon soup (second update)

At the dinner table, the black-faced man kept telling Bai Xiu about the content of "The Female Consort".

"Ma'am, you don't know, this scene is so good!"

"It's just a woman, disguised as a man, and won the first prize!"

"You said it looks good or not!"