I write novels in Liyue

Walnut said.

"Heyu Tea House?"

Fang Qiu looked puzzled.

Could it be that Yunjin has some new play tonight?

"Feiyun Chamber of Commerce will hold a poetry competition at Heyu Tea House tonight. Many poets will participate. I have signed up for the competition."

Hu Tao smiled and said: "Not only will No. 1 get a cash prize of [-] moras, but the winner's autographed poems will also be auctioned at Heyu Teahouse, and Heyu Teahouse will not charge a penny for handling fees. The most conspicuous place of Heyu Tea House will be hung up for a month for people to appreciate, and then it will be delivered to the buyer. , the business will definitely be booming, for this reason I have already thought up several poems, and it will definitely amaze everyone."

"Okay."

Fang Qiu smiled lightly and said.

Walnut's poetry creation is still very powerful.

For example, the "Qiuqiu Ballad" that she often talks about is a must.

It is said that many lovers and storytellers were shocked by the simple and profound creative style of "Qiuqiu Ballad", and went to Wanwenji to find Hutao's works.

Seeing that Fang Qiu agreed, the smile on Hu Taoqiao's face became more and more obvious, so she took Fang Qiu to sit down and told her the interesting things that happened these days.

For example, a few days ago, she saw Zhong Li playing chess with an old man who claimed to be an invincible chess player in Feiyunpo, known as a chess master, and bet one hundred moras.

After playing all afternoon, the old man not only lost all the Mora on his body, but also lost the chessboard to Zhongli.

The next day, she and Zhongli went to Wanmin Hall for dinner, but they met the old man again. When the old man saw Zhongli, he didn't want the chessboard, and ran away. He didn't look like an 80-year-old man at all.

After finishing speaking, Hu Tao also said that Zhongli lied to the old man for money and plucked the old man's wool.

Fang Qiu couldn't help but become more curious after hearing this.

What kind of person is that guest named Zhongli? He is very famous in Liyue Port, but he often does some strange things.

For example, please invite Xin Yan to come and sing at the Life Hall, and the old man's wool that Hu Tao is talking about now...

What's more, it's strange that she hasn't seen that guest named Zhongli for so long.

Time passed slowly, and in a blink of an eye, Liyue fell into the night.

The fireworks are getting stronger, and the atmosphere of the Moon Festival is very strong on the streets of Liyue Port.

Fang Qiu followed Hu Tao all the way to Heyu Teahouse.

At this time, Heyu Teahouse was already full of people.

Sure enough, as Hu Tao said, many educated scholars came to Heyu Teahouse.

Fang Qiu and Hu Tao sat in a corner, on the right side of the second floor, facing the sea.

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone are all on the table.

"The buyers are all sitting on the third floor. They are all rich and powerful people from our Liyue Port. People from the Feiyun Chamber of Commerce are also there. I didn't come last time, but it is said that last year a poem was fully sold. The high price of 100 million moras was bought by a bully."

As soon as Hu Tao sat down, she said mysteriously.

"That's it."

Fang Qiu nodded thoughtfully and said.

Buying a handwritten poem for 100 million Mora is indeed a top rich man.

Although cars worth 100 million yuan were everywhere in the previous life, cars worth 500 million yuan were as numerous as dogs.

But cars and calligraphy and paintings are not at the same level.

As far as she knows, most of the things worth this price are antiques.

Of course, it is also possible that she is ignorant...

Suddenly I feel so poor...

She looked up towards the third floor,

Ok……

The third floor is closed and cannot be seen...

Chapter 190 Why don't you let me try?

At this time, in the luxurious private room on the third floor of Heyu Teahouse.

More than 20 well-known wealthy businessmen gathered together.

One of the young men in black took a sip of tea, then put it down gently.

"The taste is a little weak."

The young man said softly.

"Mr. Zhongli really has taste. This tea is really not in Mr. Zhongli's eyes. Come here and make a pot of the tea I brought for Mr. Zhongli."

A hearty laugh sounded.

"Young Master Xing is being polite."

Zhong Li turned around and looked at the young man in a luxurious green shirt sitting beside him, smiled faintly and said.

This young man, he also knew, was the young master of Feiyun Chamber of Commerce, and also the organizer of this poetry competition.

The upcoming auction will also be contracted by him.

"As long as Mr. Zhongli doesn't dislike him."

The young man in green shirt smiled lightly and said.

Soon, someone brought a pot of tea and poured a cup for Zhong Li.

"Sweet and elegant, with a delicate fragrance, it is the top grade, and it can be regarded as the top grade among the teas produced by Qiaoyingzhuang."

Before Zhongli picked up his teacup, he said softly.

"As expected of Mr. Zhongli, his vision is truly amazing."

The young man in green shirt said with a smile: "Speaking of which, Mr. Zhongli spent 100 million moras to take away the first prize of the last poetry competition. Presumably, if there is a good work in this year, Mr. Zhongli should be sure to win it." .”

"Young Master Xing was joking."

Zhong Li smiled, with a calm expression, he picked up his teacup and took a sip.

……

Not long after, the contestants have arrived.

The judges are all highly respected cultural people, who belong to the type who have been studying poetry all their lives.

They did not participate, but left the opportunity to young people.

After Dr. Cha, the leading storyteller of Heyu Teahouse, came to the stage to talk about the Moon Festival, the poetry competition officially started.

Because most of the contestants came prepared, the time limit was only one stick of incense.

With Dr. Tea's order, the competition officially started.

At the beginning of the competition, except for the judges, no one else was allowed to move.

When Hu Nuo closed his eyes to brew his emotions, Fang Qiu was by his side and helped Hu Nuo grind the ink.

After she finished grinding, Walnut picked up the pen and ink, and began to write.

Time passed slowly.

A poem is done.

Walnut's handwriting is very good, and his poetry is also very good.

However, what made Fang Qiu puzzled was.

Hu Tao’s poem, although it’s great, has almost nothing to do with the Moon Festival except for the word “Month” in the full text…

And it is still the same as "Qiuqiu Ballad", with a darker style.

However, seeing Hu Tao's confident face, Fang Qiu didn't say much.

Soon, Hu Tao raised his hand and called the judges.

The person who came was an old man in Tsing Yi in his 70s. He was very knowledgeable at first glance. He was not on the same level as the old man who was scolded for playing chess badly on the street and then picked up the bench to beat someone.

The old man picked up the scroll and glanced at it, then fell into silence. After a long while, he shook his head and said, "Forgive me, the time is still short, I suggest you write another one."

"Huh? Why?"

Walnut was taken aback.

"Although the poem is a good poem, but your poem is just a dozen or so lines with five or six words about death. It's not very good no matter how you think about it on such a festive day."

The old man shook his head and said.

"You people are really troublesome. Why are you so taboo about death?"

Walnut said.

"Okay, miss, please do your best."

The judges saw that Hu Tao was saying dead words on this kind of festive day, and he was going to argue hard, so he didn't say anything more to Hu Tao, leaving a word that the young lady can do it for himself, turned around and left.

"Or, hurry up and write another song, it should be too late."

Fang Qiu said hesitantly.

Although Fang Qiu thought in his heart, it was no wonder that the old man was 80 years old, and he was having a happy holiday. After taking a look at the poems, they were all dead words, and it was considered good if he had not been disqualified from the walnut competition.

"The few poems I have prepared are all in this style. Who would have thought that the judges here are so rigid."

Hu Tao said with a little disappointment: "Even if the poems I came up with on the spot, there is no way to get a good ranking. I still wanted to get a ranking. While promoting the Hall of Death, I will get a bonus and invite you and Xiangling to eat together." After a while, it seems that there is no chance."

Seeing Hu Tao's somewhat disappointed look, Fang Qiu couldn't help but sighed lightly, and said, "Why don't you let me try?"

"Fang Qiu, can you still write poetry?"

Hu Tao, who was still racking her brains to think of a poem, couldn't help her eyes light up when she heard Fang Qiu's words.

"It's possible..."

Fang Qiu smiled lightly and said.