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The old monk hurriedly picked up a silver ingot, took a bite of it with his teeth, and found that the silver was actually real.

He couldn't believe it and looked at Shopkeeper Wen in surprise.

"This, this is all earned by that crazy... Feng Yin hermit?"

"That's right, my dear brother Yunjin is extremely talented. His Mulanhua Man is the best in the world. The price is 2,100 taels. After deducting 10% commission, there is 1,890 taels left. It's all here. Please check it, Master."

Upon hearing this, the old monk became so excited that his face turned red and he trembled all over. He said in a trembling voice:

"This, this is the money he earned from selling a poem?!"

"Exactly."

At this point, the old monk had no choice but to believe it.

The huge pile of silver was right in front of him, and the owner of the calligraphy and painting shop was sitting right here.

Could it be possible that someone would use thousands of taels of silver to cheat a poor monk like me?

After finally accepting that Chu Wen's poems could be sold for money, the old monk felt deeply regretful.

I regretted that I didn't listen carefully to that madman reciting poetry before, and I regretted that I had a bad memory and only remembered one poem about picking my nose.

If I could memorize all of Dian Lao's poems, I would get two thousand taels for each poem, twenty thousand taels for ten poems, and two hundred thousand taels for a hundred poems...

The old monk became more and more sad as he thought about it, and he really wanted to be reborn.

Shi Qing Hua Yi already knew the identity of the visitor. After brewing two cups of Xian Hao tea in the ear room, each of them took a cup and walked lightly to the front hall.

"Manager Wen, please have some tea."

"Master, please have some tea."

Shopkeeper Wen was mesmerized by the poetic and picturesque scene.

The two girls were quiet and dignified, and their every move revealed elegance. Their graceful figures and beautiful faces made them no less beautiful than fairies in heaven.

I guess this is what the monk calls poetry and painting. Poetry and painting, what beautiful names.

Only a name like this can be worthy of such a beauty.

Brother Yunjin, brother Yunjin, you have such a beautiful woman in your family, why do you want to learn from that thief Cao.

At this time, Shopkeeper Wen had some of Cao's thoughts.

After the matter was done, Shopkeeper Wen handed over a box of snacks.

"This box of snacks is made by my wife herself. I am giving it to my younger sister as a snack. I hope you don't mind."

"You're welcome, you're welcome. Shopkeeper Wen, please come more often in the future."

The old monk seemed to be full of energy, as if he had been injected with chicken blood. He was in great spirits and spoke much louder.

After Manager Wen left, the old monk tried to lift the cash box, but he couldn't lift it.

Two boxes of silver, at least 120 kilograms.

The old monk was so happy that his heart blossomed and bore fruit.

I remembered that Chu Wen always said that I was lucky to meet him, and it turned out to be true.

He also said that he would only eat the delicious food and fish himself in the future. It turns out he was not bragging.

I originally thought he was a lunatic, but I didn't expect he was a good boy.

These 1,890 taels, plus the previous 1,000 taels and the extra 100 taels, make up almost 3,000 taels of silver.

The old monk started counting on his fingers in the front hall.

A fish costs thirty coins, one fish a day, ten days is three hundred coins, a hundred days is three taels of silver, a year is about twelve taels, ten years is one hundred and twenty taels, a hundred years is one thousand two hundred taels.

If you eat one fish a day, you will never be able to finish eating them in a hundred years. You will be rich, very rich, and you will never have to go hungry again.

The old monk was so excited that his eyes lit up and he danced with joy.

At this time, Hua Yan Qiao Yu came in and saw the old monk jumping up and down in the front hall. He asked:

"Master, what are you doing?"

Ever since they recognized their master, they have never doubted his ability, so naturally they would not be as excited as the old monk.

The old monk calmed down a little when he saw Huayanqiaoyu, two big-bellied goblins who loved to eat.

"You move these two boxes into the main room."

"Yes, Master."

The old monk watched Hua Yanqiaoyu move the silver into the main room, hide it under the bed, and then hurried to the study.

"Poetic and picturesque, come and write poetry."

"Yes, Master."

"Uh... the evening wind blew, blew, blew what? Never mind, there are no chopsticks or bowls behind, only one, a broken plate..."

"Hehe, Master, this doesn't seem to be a poem."

"Then change to another one, something about what a husband is like, what he will be like, and what all the mountains are small... oh, it's so annoying."

"Master, did the master often recite poetry in the past?"

"That's right! He just opens his mouth and says it, why the hell can't I remember it!"

At this time, Hua Yanqiaoyu walked in.

"Master, now you believe that the master's poems can be sold for money, right?"

The old monk laughed awkwardly and said, "What's wrong with believing it?"

"What about the bet that Master made with us?"

The old monk said sternly, "What kind of bet are you making, kid? Go away."

The two thousand-year-old children became anxious.

"Master, you are cheating! You said you would call us Master."

The old monk put on a scoundrel look and said, "I didn't say when I would call you. You can't call me after ten thousand years!"

"Master, you are cheating! You even said you wanted to eat shit!"

"Did I tell you when to eat? Did I tell you to eat in front of you? Huh?"

"Master, you are cheating! I'm going to tell the master!"

"Humph! So what if I tell him? He can bite me."

"Master, you are such a scoundrel! Call us Master now! If you don't, we will ignore you!"

"Ignore me? You two troublemakers, it's best if you ignore me."

Her cheeks puffed up with sweet talk, and she laughed so hard at the poetic and picturesque scene that tears came out of her eyes.

……

The next morning.

Because Chu Wen said that Xiu'er was not allowed to visit him in prison, the old monk stayed at home with Xiu'er.

Poetry, painting and sweet talk arrived at the door of Cell A early in the morning.

They learned from prison boss Liu that someone was already visiting inside, but the time limit had not yet come, so they needed to wait outside.

Not long after, the four men saw a plump woman in brightly colored clothes walking out of the cell with a smile on her face. She looked very happy, as if she had picked up several hundred taels of silver.

Hua Yan pouted and said, "Humph, so many people like the master, how annoying."

Qiao Yu frowned and said, "That's right, he arrived earlier than us."

Shi Qing smiled and said, "The more people like the master, the better the master is. We should be happy."

Huayi smiled and continued, "One carrot has one hole. That's an ordinary carrot. An excellent carrot often has many holes. Do you understand?"

After hearing this, Hua Yanqiaoyu's heart knot was suddenly relieved, and she said happily:

"I understand. It's our turn now. Let's go."

"Hurry, hurry, the master is waiting anxiously."

......

As soon as Hua Yan saw Chu Wen, she immediately said angrily:

"Master, Master is playing dirty! He won't call us Master, and he won't eat shit!"

"Hahahaha...that won't do. We can't let him get away with it!" Chu Wen didn't expect that sweet talk would be taken seriously and he laughed until his stomach hurt.

"But Master is just playing tricks on us, what can we do?" Qiao Yu puffed her cheeks, looking aggrieved.

Chu Wen felt distressed when he saw that the two guys seemed to have really been wronged. He thought for a moment and said, "I tell you, this matter can only be solved with poetry and painting. Master is most afraid of death. You can ask the two sisters to tell Master in his dreams that not eating shit will shorten his life. He will definitely eat it."

"Yes, yes, yes, sister, please help me, please help me."

"Hehehe... I don't dare to do this. You should ask Hua Yi for help."

"Sister Huayi, you are the best. Please help us to have a dream."

"Hehehe...sister, are you serious?"

"Of course, I hate people who cheat the most, dear sister, please."

"Hehehe...you'll have to ask the master."

"No need to ask me, I agree." Chu Wen said seriously.

"Ah! Master! You are serious!" Huayi was shocked.

......

That night the old monk had a strange dream, which was extremely real.

After he woke up from his dream, he immediately found a toilet, scooped out the dry food and took a bite. Huayan and Wanyu were hiding in the dark and saw this scene, which made them very happy.

Afterwards, the old monk thought more and more that something was wrong, so he asked several people, but no one would admit it...

……

The song "Mulanhua" became more and more popular, and most of the people who loved this poem were girls from wealthy families.

This is because among wealthy families, it is common for men to have three wives and four concubines. With so many wives and concubines, how can they be equally treated? So many women are neglected.

The woman never left the house, and was thinking about that matter all day long.

Mulanhua slowly expressed the coldness and sadness of the people. There was sorrow between the lines and every word and sentence was an accusation.

Mr. Fengyin transformed himself into a confidant of women, causing many women in boudoirs to cry at night and countless homes to be in chaos.

The woman would often hold a copy of "Mulanhua Man" in her hand, throw it in the heartless man's face with hatred, and cry and accuse him.

When it comes to the deep end, there is often beating and scratching, with blood and tears flowing.

Every night, in the big houses of Buffalo, there is an endless stream of people chanting “I don’t want to listen, I don’t want to listen, I don’t want to listen”.

When men get together, they often ask each other:

"Damn it, who wrote that Magnolia is so slow!"