Chapter 95 Li Yanran’s Literary Talent

Author: The cat who doesn’t drink water

Chapter 95 Li Yanran’s Literary Talent

You haven’t seen the money yet, so why don’t you let yourself build a tea garden?

He did have a tea garden, and it was the best in the Tang Dynasty, but just letting him use it like this felt a bit uneconomical.

"What's the point of scheming? This is also your business, Lao Li. Yanzi, please bring the teahouse's turnover in the past few days."

Li Yanran winked at Changsun Yan, who nodded, and soon brought a stack of reports to Li Zhi.

"You've made so much money these days?"

After reading the report, Li Zhi was also a little surprised.

Perfume is very expensive, but the raw materials are scarce and cannot be sold on a large scale. However, tea is different. This can be sold on a large scale.

If tea drinking can really be promoted throughout the Tang Dynasty, the money earned every day will not be comparable to that of perfume.

"It's a pity. If there were more and better tea gardens, this flow of water should be doubled several times."

Li Yanran sighed slightly, looking extremely regretful.

Brother, I know your weakness, so don’t resist fearlessly.

"Stop talking, how about two high-quality tea gardens, two medium-sized tea gardens, and a hundred hectares of mountainous land around the tea gardens?"

Just as Li Yanran thought, Li Zhi was unable to resist.

At this time, the tea garden was useless to him, and it was a pity to abandon it because it was tasteless.

Instead of wasting manpower and financial resources there, it is better to take it out now and give it to Shuren Teahouse, and you can seize the news and make more money.

"Old Li, these tea gardens and mountains must not be given for free."

Seeing Li Zhi take out so much at once, Li Yanran completely lost her ability.

"I want 40% of the teahouse business."

Giving Li Yanran a "you know me" look, Li Zhi stated his request.

"Old Li, you are going too far. Your tea garden is not a timely help, but the icing on the cake.

We are not the only ones in this Shuren Teahouse, but there are also three sons of the Duke of Guo. I will give you 30% at most."

Li Yanran shook her head. It doesn't matter if it's 40% in Lan Kwai Fong, but there are more people sharing money here.

If you take away 40% and have so little left, how will everyone divide it?

What matters in doing business is that everyone benefits, we can't just care about ourselves.

"The son of three princes?"

Li Zhi was a little confused. It has only been a few days, but your small group has expanded again?

Several of the princes' sons have come over. Are they so powerful?

Li Yanran doesn't have such connections, so it must be Chang Sun Yan's fault.

Feeling Li Zhi's gaze, Changsun Yan scratched his head and quickly explained: "They are all my playmates. I take them to do some small business when I am bored."

"I still have to give some respect to the old princes. Let's give it 30%. I'll prepare the documents and send them to you. When the time comes, you can just send someone south to receive them."

Being able to hang out with Chang Sun Yan is also a scourge for Chang'an, and being able to be controlled by Li Yanran can be considered a blessing.

Li Yanran nodded, she didn't need to worry about these matters herself, it would be best to leave them to Chang Sun Yan to handle.

"Okay, now it's time to get down to business. How sure are you? If it doesn't work, this literary and poetry conference won't be held."

After finishing talking about other things, Li Zhi turned his attention to the literary and poetry conference.

If Li Yanran was not sure, he would have made it impossible to hold this literary and poetry conference.

"Why don't we let the literary and poetry conference take place? Lao Li, your thighs are really hard!"

Li Yanran was really stunned.

I am a little confused, what is the identity of this old Li?

"Don't think about it. To accomplish this, I will have to ask for help from everywhere and spend a fortune. However, for the sake of establishing a teahouse, I have to do this."

Li Zhi saw Li Yanran staring at him furtively and hurriedly explained!

"Master Li, it's actually very simple to judge whether Brother Li has the ability to go out for the Shuren Teahouse. Can't we just ask Brother Li to compose a poem on the spot?"

Changsun Yan looked at the two people staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes, and quietly interjected.

He has great confidence in Li Yanran, but there is nothing he can do if Li Zhi doesn't believe him.

Who makes someone the emperor?

"Um,"

Li Zhi nodded and gave Changsun Yan an approving look.

After all, you said a human word and asked Li Yanran to compose a poem. You know your level.

"In most literary and poetry conferences, the final victory is to determine a scene and compose a poem. Today I will determine a scene for you and compose a poem with this tea as the theme."

Li Zhi picked up the tea cup in front of him, pressed the floating tea leaves with a tureen, and took a slow sip.

"It's too easy to compose a poem based on tea. Just write a poem about tasting tea."

"Snap the eagle buds in the fragrant bushes,

Lao Lang was banished to an immortal family.

There is more Xiangjiang moon tonight,

It shows a bowl full of flowers."

After Li Yanran finished speaking, she filled the teacup with boiling water. Under the high temperature of the boiling water, a bud of tender tea spread out instantly like petals in full bloom. In response to the last sentence, a bowl full of flowers was revealed.

"good."

Changsun Yan clapped his hands and applauded, and those who didn't know thought he had composed this poem.

"Good? Do you know what's good about it?"

Li Zhi is depressed. Do you understand? Just say yes.

"Fortunately. Fortunately haha, I don't know."

Changsun Yan scratched his head and stepped aside in embarrassment.

Didn't I cheer up Brother Li? Why did I embarrass him so much?

"This poem is indeed good. It is realistic at the top and freehand at the bottom. Especially the last sentence, which shows a bowl full of flowers, should be the finishing touch. Is this really your work?"

Li Zhi rolled his eyes at Changsun Yan and then stared at his second brother.

He wanted to know whether the other party was perfunctory with the poem he copied or whether he really had real talent and learning.

You can’t pass the poetry and literature competition just by copying one or two poems.

"That's right."

Li Yanran's poem was written by Liu Yuxi, a later generation, but he was not born yet, so if he copied it, no one would ask for the copyright.

"Then I will decide on a song, with the simplest flower as the title."

After all, Li Zhi was a little doubtful. The poem just now was not absolute, but it was also a good work. It was really difficult for him to connect it with Li Yanran.

"Hua, this is too simple, Lao Li, listen."

There was a hint of disdain at the corner of Li Yanran's mouth. Romance, flowers, birds, fish and insects are the most common targets of literati and poets. Do you want to test yourself?

"There are layers of peach and plum blossoms on the mountain."

"Fireworks in the clouds are my home."

"Silver and gold hairpins come to carry water,"

"A long knife and a short hat are used to burn rice."

Li Yanran completed the poem in four steps, one sentence at a time. Although it was not as difficult as Cao Zhi's seven-step poem, it was still a skill that shocked everyone and left Li Zhi dumbfounded.

This time, Changsun Yan did not open his mouth to applaud, but silently gave Li Yanran a look.

He knew that this kind of scene was not suitable for him, an illiterate person, to interrupt, so he might as well just be a spectator.

Li Feng's eyes shone, he found a notebook from somewhere, and with a flourish of pen, he wrote down all Li Yanran's poems.

"The artistic conception of this poem is good, but when was your junior year in the mountains when you visited people's homes in the mountains and saw people farming somewhere?"

It took a long time for Li Zhi to come back to his senses. It seemed that this poem was written by a person with profound experience. How could it come from Li Yanran's mouth?

"Old Li, you look down on people, then listen to this song again."

"On this day last year, in this door, the faces of the people and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red."

"The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze."

Li Yanran once again eulogizes a time-honored poem "Nanzhuang in the Capital City". If I don't show you how powerful it is, you would really think that I, the copywriter, am a vegetarian.

Do I need experience? I just need memory.

As long as I have a good memory, there will be ten battles of power in the world, and eleven of them will be my own, and everyone in the world will owe me one.

"Is this one good?"

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