Abandoned Woman Busy Farming

"Oh? This has happened in the past? If it was a good poem, would Mr. Shen buy it?" Bai Ruozhu raised her eyebrows and asked while looking at the poem on the paper. It was indeed a good poem, but if she asked her if it was worth it, It wasn't worth thirty taels, she really didn't know.

"Yes, the capital values ​​literati. In the past, they would buy good poems, frame them and hang them in the store for customers to read," the shopkeeper said.

Bai Ruozhu rubbed her chin and thought for a while, but didn't say anything for a long time. She felt that it was a good thing to pay attention to literary talents, but this method was not very appropriate, especially because it had no obvious benefits for the shop's business. And there is no specific standard for whether a poem is good or not. Today you have to buy it from a poetry seller, and you have to buy it from a painting seller tomorrow. Regardless of whether you can afford it or not, the expense is already huge.

"You tell him you won't buy the poems, but you can give him a chance to earn a hundred taels of silver." Bai Ruozhu thought for a while and said.

"Ah?" The shopkeeper was a little confused.

"From now on, a poetry competition will be held every month. Talents can compose poems for the new dishes that come to welcome guests. The first place will be rewarded with one hundred taels of silver, and the poems will be hung in the guest rooms for guests to taste. The second and third place There will also be some rewards for being famous. You can discuss the details with Mr. Shen. This matter can be held as a monthly event to welcome guests. Except for the poetry competition, we will not accept poems at other times. "

Bai Ruozhu laughed as she spoke, "Since you think your poems are good, you can prove yourself in the competition, and you can get both money and fame. Isn't it a good thing?"

The shopkeeper nodded vigorously, "You have a good idea. I will report it to Mr. Shen and prepare it in advance. He will definitely have no objection."

At this time, there was the sound of clapping on the stairs, and a young man's voice rang out, "Madam is really a good-natured woman. I admire you. I won't sell this poem. I'll wait to participate in the poetry competition to welcome the guests." ”

"This Mr. An is the author of this poem." The shopkeeper hurriedly introduced.

Bai Ruozhu directly handed the paper back to him and said, "I wish Mr. An good results in the Poetry Competition."

Her attitude was a bit indifferent, and Mr. An came over to eavesdrop on her conversation with the shopkeeper, which really made her not very fond of him.

An Gu was stunned. He didn't expect her to return it so directly. He took the poem with some scorn, but turned around and suddenly shouted, "Where are those two brats? Why did they run away?"

Bai Ruozhu followed his line of sight and looked toward the lobby on the first floor. Sure enough, she saw a table with only leftover soup and cold food, and not even a single figure.

"Those two bastards asked me to urge the shopkeeper, but they took the opportunity to run away. It's a disgrace to our friends!" An Gu yelled angrily, completely losing the literati's previous coolness and complacency.

The shopkeeper wondered why Mr. An had such a bad temper. His friend was probably joking with him and left first. Why was he so angry?

Bai Ruozhu understood it all at once.

The meals provided to welcome guests are not cheap. It is not difficult for a small group of students to have a meal together, but if they are children from ordinary families, they will find it expensive.

Mr. An in front of him was dressed in average clothes, not too shabby, but he was not as refined and sophisticated as the aristocratic Mr. An, and he had to sell poems before, so he probably didn't have enough money to support his family.

So all his friends ran away, so it's strange that he wasn't excited.

Sure enough, Angu blushed and said hesitantly: "Shopkeeper, my friend left without saying goodbye. I'm afraid I didn't pay for the meal. I'm shy in my pocket. I'm afraid..."

The shopkeeper's face dropped, "Mr. An, don't make things difficult for me. I also work for people."

Upon hearing this, An Gu immediately looked at Bai Ruozhu and said pleadingly: "This lady must be the owner here, otherwise I will deposit the poems and draw an IOU, and I will pay back the debt after the poetry competition. "

Bai Ruozhu raised his eyebrows, "Are you so sure that you will get a bonus in the competition? There is no shortage of talents in the capital."

Angu was choked all of a sudden, and his face, which was originally pale due to lack of energy and blood, turned pink.

"Otherwise I'll keep this, it's my engagement token, I will definitely redeem it!" An Gu gritted his teeth, took off a pendant from his waist and handed it to Bai Ruozhu.

Bai Ruozhu didn't reach out to take it, but the shopkeeper took it. After seeing that the jade was not bad and how much it was worth, he said to Bai Ruozhu: "Mrs. Jiang, I think we should do as he said."

Bai Ruozhu glanced at the jade plaque. The pattern on it was very delicate. There seemed to be a word in the middle, but unfortunately she couldn't see it clearly.

She nodded to the shopkeeper, "Just watch and deal with it."

After she finished speaking, she was about to turn around and go back to the private room, but her feet suddenly stopped. She just saw a figure flash into the private room on the other side, because the private rooms on the second floor are open in a circle, and there is a large space in the middle. There was a large distance between Yajian and Bai Ruozhu, so the other party didn't notice her at all.

However, she saw the man's back and face. For a moment, she felt that he looked very familiar, but an ominous feeling rose in her heart.

He winked at the shopkeeper, who hurriedly sent An Gu away, stepped forward and asked, "Do you have any orders from Mrs. Jiang?"

Bai Ruozhu looked towards the elegant room, "What kind of guest is in that room?"

The shopkeeper was stunned. He didn't expect Bai Ruozhu to inquire about other customers. He thought for a while and said, "I don't know. It's a businessman from other places and his friends. They are not familiar faces in Beijing, but the businessman But he was generous with his actions, and casually rewarded the young man with five taels of silver."

"You go and give them a new dish later, saying that we are inviting guests to try it today, and then you pay attention to who they are and what their facial features are." Bai Ruozhu ordered in a low voice.

"Yes, I'll go right away." Seeing Bai Ruozhu's serious expression, the shopkeeper couldn't help but become nervous.

Just as he was about to leave, Bai Ruozhu stopped him again, "Forget it, don't go. Just pretend I didn't say anything about it. It was too dangerous for you to go there. Just pretend you don't know anything."

If the familiar figure just now was that person, and the shopkeeper ran in to investigate, they might be injured, or even lose their lives if they alerted the snake.

Yes, that man looked very much at Shi Feiming, the second master of Batian Village, the second master of Batian Village who was good at using hidden weapons and escaped in the chaos.

At that time, this person was in a panic, but he was still able to calm down and run away quickly. This shows that he is a calm, rational and thoughtful person. Such a person is difficult to deal with. Letting him escape is equivalent to letting the tiger go back to the mountain. And this tiger now appears in the capital. What does this mean?

Bai Ruozhu quietly told the shopkeeper a few more words, and then called Jian Qi out, asking him to verify whether the person was Shi Feiming, and also to find out who he was hanging out with and what he was planning.

Jian Qi took the order and fled into the shadows. Bai Ruozhu also returned to the private room and continued to eat with Li Wanhua and Fang Guizhi.

As a result, Jian Qiyi had been gone for a long time, but he never came to report back. Seeing that the meal was about to be finished, Bai Ruozhu became anxious.