I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

After placing their bets, these students left Heilongfang contentedly, leaving only the person in charge of the casino with a bewildered expression.

"Long experience, really long experience!"

The person in charge of the casino sighed for a while. It was the first time he saw hundreds of students pouring into the casino to bet after so many years of watching the casino.

"Go and count how much money Liu Rufeng won."

He gave an order, and several accountants rushed forward and began to count.

A moment later, an astonishing number was in front of everyone.

Betting on Liu Rufeng won the silver, which reached a huge amount of 120,000 taels!

There has never been such a large number of gambling games in the Black Dragon Square in Pingyang City.

However, on the side betting on Chu He to win, there are still only 20,000 taels of silver brought by Wang Yingjun, a picture of returning to the wild goose, and Zhang Fei's one hundred taels of brotherhood.

"We are about to set a record. Even in the headquarters of the Imperial City, there are not many games with more than 100,000 taels!"

The person in charge looked excited, and it was a blessing to witness this kind of gambling with his own eyes.

"It is estimated that some people will come to bet in the next few days, make a record, and don't make any mistakes."

All the clerks in the casino nodded repeatedly. It was a game of hundreds of thousands of taels of silver, and they dared not be careless.

When the first ray of morning light fell on Pingyang City, the entire Pingyang City was already boiling.

Because today is the day when Liu Rufeng's poetry collection, the number one talented scholar in Pingyang City, is on sale.

The doors of the major study rooms and bookstores are already full of people who want to buy poetry collections, most of them are students studying in Pingyang City.

They regard Liu Rufeng as a role model, and hope that one day they can publish a collection of poems like Liu Rufeng.

"Don't worry, queue up to buy books, if you have a reservation, please queue on the other side."

The clerks in the bookstore kept order and kept their feet on the ground.

The price of Rufeng's poetry collection is two yuan per thousand characters, and the price of a single book can be sold for about thirty yuan.

For a collection of poems written by a Confucian student of the ninth grade to be able to sell for this price, it is already considered very good.

"How come Liu Rufeng's book sells so well? Anyone can publish a book."

Walking on the street, Wang Yingjun saw many students scrambling to buy Liu Rufeng's poetry collection, he couldn't help but spit.

Chu He smiled lightly: "I don't really understand why this kind of book can sell so well. His so-called poems are just piled up with rhetoric, and it doesn't make sense to read."

A student passed in front of the two happily holding the Rufeng poetry collection he had just snatched, and when he heard Chu He's words, he immediately showed an angry expression.

He immediately pointed at Chu Feng and scolded: "Who are you to say that Mr. Liu's poetry collection is nonsense!"

His roar immediately attracted many students who were buying books to watch.

They all came for the collection of Rufeng's poems, but they heard someone scolding Mr. Liu, so what's the matter?

Someone recognized Chu He, and couldn't help mocking: "I thought who it was, but it turned out to be Chu He, so there's nothing strange about it, isn't it just saying that grapes are sour!"

"Chu He, you said Mr. Liu's poems are nonsense, but you write one yourself for everyone to read."

A person squeezed in from the crowd, it was Liu Rufeng's loyal dog leg, Guan Ming.

"It turned out to be Zhutou Guanming, your face has swollen so quickly." Wang Yingjun couldn't help laughing when he saw the person coming.

Guan Ming's cheeks turned red, and after holding back for a long time, he could only say one sentence: "You vulgar person, I don't bother to answer your words."

"Isn't it just writing poetry? It's so difficult." Chu He said indifferently: "You just flip through a page of poetry anthology, what Liu Rufeng wrote on that page, I will take that as the title."

The students around all showed surprise in their eyes. The inspiration for writing poems and lyrics is extremely important. Chu He writes poems in the street and still specifies propositions.

Guan Ming was overjoyed when he heard the words, isn't this a chance for revenge?

He immediately said: "You said this yourself, but what if you can't write poems?"

"What do you say?" Chu He smiled lightly.

Guan Ming's eyes flashed fiercely: "If you can't write poetry, just kneel down and kowtow three times!"

Chu He smiled and said, "Then what if I can make poems?"

Guan Ming's eyes showed contempt, how could he write a poem with a designated topic in such a short time? joke!

But he still proudly said: "If you can do it, I will give you three kowtows."

Chu He shook his head: "It's not worth it, I don't gamble."

Guan Ming hurriedly said: "Then what do you say?"

He didn't want to miss such a good opportunity for revenge, so he hurriedly stopped Chu He who was about to leave.

"I don't need you to kowtow, as long as you call Liu Rufeng a trash." Chu He said indifferently.

"What!" Guan Ming was startled suddenly, "You want me to say Mr. Liu is...you are going too far!"

"Don't bet on it." Chu He waved his hand and was about to leave.

Guan Ming gritted his teeth. Anyway, this guy can't write poems, so he might as well take a gamble.

He immediately stopped Chu He again: "I bet!"

The corner of Chu He's mouth raised an arc, and he said with a smile, "Okay, you can just turn a page."

Guan Ming immediately started flipping through Liu Rufeng's collection of poems, he wanted to find the most difficult one to make things difficult for Chu He.

The crowd became more and more crowded, which also attracted the attention of many people.

In a tea house not far away, two people, one old and one young, were tasting tea. Suddenly seeing a noisy crowd in the distance, the old man suddenly became interested.

"Xiao Xiao, it seems to be very lively there, let's go and have a look." Shangguan Zongyuan stroked his beard and smiled.

Shangguan's small eyes turned into crescent moons, he smiled and said: "Okay, I'll help you up."

The two, one old and one young, walked out of the teahouse and reached the periphery of the crowd.

Shangguan Xiaoxiao was about to reveal his identity to let the students make way, but was stopped by the old man.

"Xiao Xiao, Grandpa hasn't reached the point where his old eyes are dim, and he can see clearly." Shangguan Zongyuan laughed.

Shangguan Xiaoxiao nodded obediently, helped the old man to stand at the edge of the crowd, and could hear what was going on inside.

In the middle of the crowd, Guan Ming finally chose a topic.

When he revealed the topic, everyone present was taken aback.

It is actually a poem chanting snow. The scenery of snow has been written too much since ancient times. It seems simple, but it is difficult to write wonderfully. Almost used it.

"Young Master Chu, please!" Guan Ming sneered.

"It's interesting." Chu He smiled, thought for a moment, and said with a smile, "Yes."

"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces."

As soon as the first line of the poem came out, all the students present couldn't figure it out. Is this considered poetry?

Chu He quickly recited the second sentence.

"Five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces."

As soon as this poem came out, some students couldn't help laughing out loud.

This could be poetry, but it is clearly children's counting!

Behind the crowd, Shangguan Zongyuan also frowned.

"Xiao Xiao, this person is the Chu He you mentioned?"

Shangguan Xiaoxiao nodded. After she recognized Chu He in the crowd, she told the old man.

But I didn't expect Chu He's performance to be so poor, and he even wrote two saliva poems.

She hurriedly said, "Grandpa, maybe there is a good sentence behind Chu He."

"Hahaha, Chu He, this is the poem you wrote? Could it be that the next line is nine pieces, ten pieces and eleven pieces?" Guan Ming mocked.

Chu He looked surprised: "Guan Shao is so good at writing, he actually knows what Chu will do in his next sentence."

Guan Ming was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing.

Shangguan Zongyuan had already lost interest, he thought that this great Confucian disciple could produce some masterpieces.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be such a saliva poem that a three-year-old child could write.

"Xiao Xiao, your vision is not very accurate this time!"

"Let's go."

Shangguan Xiaoxiao was very puzzled by Chu He's behavior, but he followed the old man obediently and prepared to leave.

At this moment, a line of poetry came out, causing the old man to stop suddenly.

"Fly into plum blossoms and disappear!"