Brother Beggar refuses to beg

The popularity of Longjing tea before the rain made Jiangnan tea popular in Yecheng and even the whole Dayuan.In the case that all major tea houses are out of stock, if they can seize the opportunity and buy a batch of tea, Tengyun Tea House will probably be able to seize this opportunity to turn losses into profits.

Although there is that great uncle supporting the owner's property, a merchant who does not want to make money is not a good shopkeeper.

To tell the truth, Jiang Ming was a little moved, but the origin of this uninvited merchant was unknown, if he fled with the money, who would they cry to?

"I don't know if Mr. Yin has a guarantor?" Jiang Wei asked after deliberating.

The two parties to the transaction do not know each other, so they often find a person who is familiar with both parties and has a certain status or strength to act as a guarantee to establish a basis for mutual trust. His question is very normal.

Yin Su sighed inwardly, and said bluntly: "No. I'm going to be a merchant at the beginning of the Xia Dynasty. I plan to bring some goods to sell along the south of the river. When I come back, I can take some things with me. I don't have a lot of capital. I have traveled thousands of miles. There are too few goods to make a lot of money, so I have to ask my friends to help other merchants bring goods."

Hearing his explanation, Jiang Ming nodded understandingly. This trip would take as little as half a month and as much as a month or two. Not to mention the hard work along the way, there are also potential dangers.If you bring less goods, it is really not cost-effective, which is why only large caravans can survive long distances.

"But the journey is far away, we need to pay for the goods first, Mr. Yin has no guarantee, Jiang is just a small shopkeeper, he really dare not take such a big risk." The concerns are clearly stated.

Yin Su smiled, and said: "I know the embarrassment of shopkeeper Jiang, but the tea in the south of the Yangtze River is very popular now, and the major teahouses and tea houses are almost out of stock. There are only a few big trading houses, and everyone is rushing to buy it. Huh, is Tengyun Tea House sure to be able to win in it? Although I am new here, I was born in Yecheng and grew up in Yecheng. Instead of leaving my hometown for your little money, and fleeing with a lawsuit, why didn't I deliver the goods as agreed? , in order to seek long-term cooperation, gradually build up word of mouth, and make a difference in the business circle?"

What he said was heartfelt, because Jiang Ming didn't refuse casually and perfunctorily, so he was able to explain his plan straightforwardly, depending on whether the shopkeeper had the courage.

Jiang Ming thought about it carefully, showing hesitation, "Young Master Yin's words are indeed reasonable, but..."

"Shopkeeper Jiang, to be honest, I have practiced martial arts for many years and thought I could become a first-class master in the world, but I have a wife and younger sister who need to take care of me, so I have never made my name in the world, and I want to live an ordinary life." Yin Su said again. He said, "If the business can be negotiated today, then Tengyun Tea House will be my regular customer from now on. If you have any needs here, I will give priority to them. You must not miss this opportunity."

While speaking, he picked up the cold cup of tea on the table. During the internal force operation, the cold teacup wall quickly heated up, and the tea that had lost its temperature was gradually heating up, and within a few breaths, there was a trace of hot air.

The rising white mist is particularly conspicuous in winter. Jiang Ming watched in surprise as he gently blew on the tea, and another white mist rose.

Using internal force to heat the tea in an instant, Jiang Ming has only heard of this method from the mouth of the storyteller, and he still scoffs at it in his heart.How could anyone actually do it?

The current situation forced him to correct his thoughts, and said seriously: "Mr. Yin, please wait a moment. I really don't have the ability to make decisions directly. Fortunately, the owner is in the teahouse at this time. I will let you know and give it a try."

"Thank you, shopkeeper." Yin Su nodded slightly, watched Jiang Ming leave, and walked to the huge circular table in the center of the teahouse.

After Yin Su saw him on the round platform, he went straight to an elderly man in the first row in the center, knelt down and whispered in his ear. Because his voice was too low, Yin Su couldn't hear it clearly even with his good hearing. What did you say.

It was only after Shopkeeper Jiang said a few words that the bearded elder frowned and said, "Jiang Ming, what's the matter, we'll discuss it later, I didn't see that the old man was busy with poetry!"

"Master, this..." Jiang Wei looked around and saw that other people were either writing hard, or staring at the paper to ponder the words and sentences. Only the rice paper in front of his boss was blank, so he didn't dare to disturb him any more, and bowed back down.

This elderly man with a goatee is the owner of Tengyun Tea House, Chen Zhi, the head of the Yecheng Tongwen Literature Museum.He held elegant gatherings as a hobby of a literati, and he never considered making a profit. He often discussed and exchanged ideas with various famous scholars at the gatherings.From time to time, students in the academy will come to observe, or have a try, so that they can gain experience and knowledge.

For today's last question, the questioner held a plum blossom and put it in the field, obviously it was a plum blossom.This kind of topic is the most common, and because it is common, it will be difficult to have a deeper feeling to add a touch of surprise if you write a lot.

Chen Zhi has high demands on himself, he would rather leave a blank sheet of paper than muddle along.Winter was the time when the plum blossom among the four gentlemen came out on top. Looking at the plum blossom in the center, his mind was full of fragmented words, and it was difficult to piece together the whole picture.

When the time for a stick of incense was over, he sighed, and put back the pen that had never been dropped in his hand, frowning tightly, his expression worried.

Jiang Ming waited until the end, seeing the appearance of the Dong family, sighed, and said to Yin Su: "I'm sorry, Mr. Yin, please go back, the master is not in a good mood now, I'm afraid this matter of yours is hopeless. If not, would you like to come back another day?"

This is the last family, tomorrow he will have no time to deal with these people back and forth, success or failure depends on this encounter!

Yin Su politely declined Jiang Ming's kindness, walked directly to the Yuantai, stopped in front of Chen Zhi who was about to leave, showed a modest and polite smile, and said, "This is Chen Zhi from the Tong Wen Wen Museum, Chen Zhi The head of the mountain?"

Chen Zhi, who was inexplicably stopped, looked up at him, the anxiety on his face had eased, but there was some alienation, "You are..."

"My surname is Yin, and my single name is Xingxiu. I heard that the head of the mountain is brilliant in writing, and he is a true scholar. I have doubts in my heart, so I come here to ask for advice. I hope that the head of the mountain will not give up and give me some advice." Two." Yin Su reported his family name, acting like a student full of thirst for knowledge.

Chen Zhi has been teaching and educating people for more than ten years, and he likes students who are diligent in thinking and asking questions the most. His brows relaxed and his attitude became much gentler. He nodded and said, "Just ask."

At this time, Yin Su used his best acting skills, showing a shy and eager to learn, and asked: "The last question in the collection of talents just now, I saw that the person who wrote the question just put a plum blossom on it, and I have little talent and learning. Guess I should write a poem with the theme of plum blossoms. With Shanzhang’s knowledge and literary talents, it must not be difficult, but Shanzhang showed hesitation when he was doing the last question, and he was hesitant to write. I don’t understand why? But Are there other metaphors in this plum blossom?"

Seeing Yin Su's bewildered expression, Chen Zhi couldn't help but feel a little amused, and said: "It's not a metaphor, it's just a poem with plum as the title. It's a pity that I thought for a long time, but I couldn't think of a satisfactory sentence for a while. , to make you a junior laugh."

He didn't become angry or whitewash the peace, but bluntly said that he really couldn't write, and Yin Su gave the mountain chief a compliment in his heart.Sure enough, those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black, the shopkeeper is upright, and the owner is also a broad-minded person.

"If the topic is plum blossom, I heard a good sentence today. Can I ask the head of the mountain to taste it?" Yin Su confirmed that the head of the mountain is not bad, and he hit the snake with the stick and began to draw out his own routine. .

Hearing that there was a good poem, Chen Zhi was really hooked, pulled him up and went to the round platform, and pushed him to the side of the desk he was using just now, his tone was full of joy: "Write it out and see!"

Yin Su couldn't laugh or cry at this resolute mountain chief. He picked up a brush and wrote a poem on the bright and clean rice paper.

The words and sentences written in Yan Tikai appeared vividly on the paper. Chen Zhi was first amazed by his majestic font for a moment, and then he was caught by the gradually complete poem, staring at Yin Su's hand holding the brush, I don't want to miss the moment when this poem is written.

The literati and scholars who were about to disperse saw him pull a young man up, and most of them stopped to see what was going on, and the surroundings were completely blocked for a while.

Black ink was printed on the snow-white paper, the handwriting was neat and beautiful, and the poems on it made people want to clap their hands in admiration.

"Beside the bamboo fence outside the mountain, loneliness leaves no one. I worry alone at dusk, and I am more exposed to wind and rain. I don't want to fight for spring, and let the crowd be jealous. Scattered into mud and dust, only the fragrance remains the same." Chen Zhi thoughtfully. After reading out the words on the paper, he hesitated while savoring: "This rhyme should be a word, not a poem."

At this time in the Dayuan Dynasty, Ci had been formed, but few people wrote it, and poetry was the most popular.

Yin Su smiled embarrassingly: "Why can I only write poems for this question, but not lyrics? It's really embarrassing that I got it wrong."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, Ya Ji doesn't stipulate that you must compose poems. Poems and articles are eclectic, and the most important thing is to write well." Chen Zhi waved his hand, still staring at the piece of rice paper on which the words were written, "Your poem laments the circumstances of life with plum blossoms. It's really a rare and good sentence. It's awesome for future generations, and it's formidable for future generations!"

"The head of the mountain misunderstood. This "Ode to Plum" was not written by me. It was just a coincidence that today's famous people took plum as the title. I couldn't bear to see such a good word buried, so I wrote it boldly. Please appreciate it." Yin Su didn't want to plagiarize the ancients I also think that I have no literary attainments, so I don't have the shame to take this poem as my own.

To fabricate a lie, you have to use countless lies to cover it up. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if you can't write poems and lyrics every day?

Without this diamond, don't take up porcelain work just to pretend to be X.

——The above motto comes from Yin · Philosopher · Su.

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Beside the bamboo fence outside the mountain, loneliness is open to no one.Worrying alone at dusk, more exposed to wind and rain.Unintentionally struggling for spring, one term of Qunfang jealous.Scattered into mud and ground into dust, only the fragrance remains the same.

Changed the first few words of Lu You's "Bu Suanzi Yongmei", hoping that the poet's big coffin lid will not be overturned.