History chat group: I just want to make money

Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain, and there was an old Taoist priest in the temple...

Uh... I went astray.

Closer to home, there is a small hill located a little south of Jiangli City, and there is a Ziyun Temple built on the hill.

People in the city come here to worship here all year round and have great respect for the Taoist priests in the temple.

When Li Chengjiu and his party of five arrived here, the mountain was already overcrowded.

I recall that every March he would go to Yuyuantan to enjoy the cherry blossoms. The scene then was the same as now.

It's just that one can't find a parking space, and the other hasn't built a parking space yet.

There are various snack stalls at the bottom of the mountain, including candy dolls, dough balls, and a few grilled skewers that are constantly fanning out the flavor among the crowd.

Li Chengjiu asked Xiaozhu to buy some skewers to try.

The price is not cheap. Just take out a bunch and put it in your mouth. It tastes good and the texture is comparable to my own Jiangwang barbecue.

I don’t care, after all, it’s a matter of time, and the wisdom of the working people cannot be underestimated.

Follow the crowd up the mountain.

Among these people there are very few mountain villagers, most of them are frail scholars in clean clothes and long robes, and there are also young ladies who seem to be from well-off families.

Li Chengjiu glanced at Xiaowan beside him.

He also couldn't tell whether these women were girls from brothels or ladies from a wealthy family.

Anyway, everyone looks quite impressive.

Walking down a long stone staircase, there will always be three or five people selling sachets on both sides.

It's nothing more than the lowest form of cutting leeks. Anyway, there are a lot of people buying them, and by opening the Taoist temples to enjoy the gold, you can make some money.

Going all the way up, we finally came to a large platform square.

Pots of hibiscus are in full bloom, either red, pink, purple, or yellow, and surround the square in several layers inside and outside.

There is only one passage left for people to come in and out, and after passing this entrance, it no longer seems so crowded.

Li Chengjiu smacked his lips.

Only then did I realize that what Qiu Jin was admiring was the hibiscus flower. Although it was beautiful, it didn’t feel grand enough.

That's what he was thinking, but the three female relatives around him were filled with joy.

Everyone looked around, wishing they could take in all the flowers.

In the square, people who were appreciating the gold dispersed in groups of three or five, and stood in front of a hibiscus tree to talk.

What is the origin of hibiscus?

What poignant love stories are there about this flower?

What literary giants have produced masterpieces because of this flower?

Li Chengjiu looked at the spitting looks of these scholarly people, their bragging made him feel a little ashamed.

Think about it, wouldn’t it be inappropriate for me to tell a section of "Three Plum Blossoms" to a few girls in such a situation?

Or should it be changed to Jinhua Lane 3?

No, I will be scolded to death by Grandma Qiong. Forget it, it’s better not to bring trouble on yourself.

chuckled.

When he was distracted, he saw that several people had turned towards a long pavilion not far away.

Follow along.

There were many people gathered here, and they seemed not to be enjoying the flowers. Some people shouted "Hello" or gave a few rounds of applause, and everyone was smiling.

From time to time, a pipa song was heard in the crowd.

The song is not long, but it is accompanied by a clear voice that surrounds the ears.

Li Chengjiu became interested.

Seeing that the girls around me were also eager to give it a try, I wanted to pull away from the crowd and go to a closer place to have a look.

The crowd of onlookers recognized his identity, and they saluted wisely and gave up some of their positions.

Somewhat embarrassed, I nodded my thanks, and then led a few people into the end of the crowd.

Not quite in the front row, but you can still see clearly.

I saw a woman sitting upright in the pavilion. The woman was holding a pipa in her arms, with a beautiful expression. She smiled and looked at a man beside her who was writing on his back.

After a while, the man put down his pen and showed the paper.

Then another man recited the words he had just written aloud, which occasionally attracted applause.

After listening, the woman pondered for a moment before strumming the strings and singing the tune that the man had just composed.

After seeing the whole story clearly, Li Chengjiu understood what these people were doing.

Lyrics written on the spot, music composed on the spot.

This show is interesting.

Xiao Wan's eyes on the side were burning, as if she was holding back her evil thoughts again.

Seeing this, Li Chengjiu hurriedly pulled her behind him, but he couldn't let this girl spoil her elegance.

When he turned around, he found a pair of eyes in the crowd looking at him.

His brows furrowed slightly.

Seven or eight positions away from him, he saw Zheng Baishu covering his face with a round fan, only revealing a pair of eyes looking this way.

Realizing that Prince Jiang had noticed him, he hurriedly moved the round fan upwards.

Li Chengjiu curled his lips.

This guy is still so stingy.

While thinking in her mind, she saw Zheng Xiaoqian next to Zheng Baishu, her head raised, her eyes still filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Damn it, it turns out to be the boss.

No wonder this look in my eyes feels weird.

I don't know where I provoked her, it's baffling.

He ignored it and glanced around again.

Unexpectedly, the girl named Liu Muqing was also among the crowd.

I have quite a few acquaintances, and all of them are quite pretentious.

I was muttering in my heart, but suddenly there was an inexplicable noise in my ears, and the crowd started shouting like a boiling pot.

Li Chengjiu was shocked.

I heard Xiao Cui behind me suddenly exclaim: "It's Young Master Yan!"

"Master Yan?"

Before Li Chengjiu could speak, Jia Youcai on the side said with an unhappy face: "Why are you so excited? I'm still standing here."

Xiao Cui heard this and hurriedly stuck out her tongue, then took his arm and started to please him with a charming look on her face.

Jia Youcai was very useful.

From time to time, he would put a hug around this girl's waist.

Li Chengjiu glanced at him and thought to himself: "Why did you come out with such a shameless thing?"

Turning around to look inside the pavilion again, I saw Mr. Yan reciting a limerick in a pretentious manner as soon as he came on stage.

Of course, I won’t explain what the poem is.

After all, Li Chengjiu didn't understand what it meant at all.

The crowd of onlookers applauded one after another, causing Mr. Yan's face to glow red, and he would look at a certain position in the crowd from time to time.

He pressed his hand to keep everyone quiet, then turned around and picked up the brush on the stone table.

He turned to look at the woman holding the piano and smiled softly:

"Last night, when I saw something and missed someone, I suddenly felt the emotion and composed a poem. Today I am showing off my ugliness, hoping that Miss Lian'er will understand."

The woman replied with a smile: "Young Master is laughing at me, but my daughter is not talented. How can I say this?"

The two complimented each other a lot.

Young Master Yan nodded, no longer hesitated, picked up his pen and began to make dots on the paper.

The onlookers cheered up one after another and looked nervously into the pavilion.

"Master Yan is the most talented man in Jiang Licheng, and his works must be unparalleled in the world."

"I heard that last year Mr. Yan's song "Wang Lingyan Lake Ferry" has been spread to Kyoto. It seems that a great scholar has named him as his disciple."

"I've heard about it too. It seems that I, Jiang Licheng, am going to make a big deal again."

"Zhi Zhi Zhi, he is indeed the most talented person, and he is by no means an idle person."

"..."

Everyone was talking about it, which made Li Chengjiu even more interested.

After all, none of the poems and songs I learned when I was in school were not created by literary masters.

Of course, forget it about Li Bai.

As soon as I mentioned him, I remembered Liu Guojing's attempt to pick up Yang Yuhuan. It was too cheap.

Regardless of these, he still hopes that Mr. Yan can amaze the whole audience, at least so that his trip to Dayun will not be in vain.

Jia Youcai, who was next to him, curled his lips in disdain. Looking at Xiao Cui's burning eyes, he really wanted to go up and beat this pretense.

Finally, Mr. Yan suddenly started to write. From the beginning to the end of the pen, a set of movements was completed in one go. Everyone was full of style.

After taking a deep breath, he put the brush on the pen rest, then turned around and stood with his hands behind his back.

It really feels like you can see all the mountains at a glance.

The man reading at the side hurriedly stepped forward to carefully hold up the manuscript, glanced at it, and his eyes brightened.

Without waiting for Mr. Yan to speak, he started reading aloud unconsciously.

[Last night, I drank alone with a candlestick, looked at the bright moon, and missed myself so much that I woke up like a dream.

Pretend to be haunted by dreams, but now that we meet, it is easy to feel sad, but at dusk, I am worried.]

After reading the last word, the voice stopped suddenly.

The slight gasps of the crowd of onlookers caught my ears, and after a moment, there was a round of cheers again.

"Great words! It is indeed written by the most talented person, what a wonderful work!"

"Young Master Yan takes action, I am ashamed of myself."

"Only Mu Qingyou...Only Mu Qingyou...Only Mu Qingyou?! This is actually a poem that hides a mystery. Mr. Yan is so amazing."

"Yes, I heard that Mr. Yan has admired Miss Mu Qing for a long time. Now it seems that this is not a rumor."

"As expected of Mr. Yan, even his confession is so expressive."

"Ah! I'm dying, why isn't that person me?"

"..."

The crowd was cheering, but Li Chengjiu looked confused and confused.

Nima, is this also a good word?

Who are you looking down on?

If my sister, Qingzhao, is here, I still can't wipe out eighteen generations of your ancestors?

Also, what is the purpose of such a straightforward confession?

Mu Qing, Mu Qing.

Even the fucking homophonic memes are played, it seems that I still underestimated these ancient pretentious criminals.

He was very disappointed and heaved a sigh of relief, but Jia Youcai was shouting angrily from the side.

Seeing this, Li Chengjiu narrowed his eyes and suddenly leaned into his ear and whispered:

"You are talented, how about I go up and destroy this kid's majesty?"

Jia Youcai heard and shouted loudly:

"Then what are you waiting for? I'll destroy you!"