Because Xie Fu showed his hand just now, he immediately became the center of attention when he spoke out.
A young man said: "Young master, you don't even know Chen Douzhi's name."
Fu Xie had heard the name Chen Douzhi once or twice, and Fu Xie had also met Chen Douzhi himself once. At that time, Chen Douzhi regarded him and Hu Diquan as bearers.
Fu Xie wanted to hear the details about Chen Douzhi, so he simply smiled and said: "I am a foreigner and I just came to Suzhou not long ago."
The young man smiled and said: "No wonder. Chen Douzhi's name is very loud in Suzhou City. If there is any famous actress whose reputation can surpass that of all the major brothels and courtesans, it must be Chen Douzhi."
"The literati in Suzhou City are proud to participate in the poetry reception hosted by Chen Douzhi, and her posts are hard to find in the market."
Xie Fu said with a smile: "So it's just for a post about a poetry and wine party."
"Sir, don't underestimate this post."
As he spoke, the young man introduced Chen Duzhi to Fu Xie in detail. They, the errand runners, walked through the streets and alleys every day and were most familiar with the gossip.
This Chendu is known as Chen Qinglan, and is known as "Snowy Night Fireworks". It is as famous as Chang'an's No. 1 Courtesan "Tianshui Fairy Song".
Speaking of the reputation of fireworks on a snowy night, there is a story. On a very cold winter night with heavy snowfall, there was a grand poetry and literary reception in Qinlou. The literati drank and wrote poems at the same time, and the atmosphere was very intense.
Halfway through the reception, the charcoal in the stove in the elegant hall was all burned out. Everyone gradually felt cold and tried to endure the cold. The atmosphere was not as lively as it was at the beginning.
At that time, due to the heavy snow that had been falling intermittently for more than ten days, many important roads were blocked by heavy snow, making transportation very inconvenient. Coupled with the cold weather, the amount of charcoal used increased sharply. Although the price of furnace charcoal on the market soared several times, it was still only one charcoal.
It's hard to find, even in places like Qinlou, furnace charcoal is in short supply.
The fire went out, and the room was like an ice cellar. Everyone was sitting and shivering, with no interest in writing poems. The reception was about to break up, and someone invited Chen Duzhi to come to the rescue.
Chen Duzhi didn't come here just to bring charcoal, she was already quite famous at that time.
As soon as the noble and elegant Chen Douzhi appeared, he immediately lifted the spirits of the literati present.
Her conversation was elegant and interesting, and she started drinking again. With her unique charm, the atmosphere in the elegant hall became warm again, and everyone was in high spirits and completely forgot about the cold.
That night, talented people wrote poems one after another to praise Chen Duzhi's witty words on the snowy night, adding to the fireworks.
The reputation of "Snowy Night Fireworks" came from this, and since then, Chen Duzhi's reputation has become higher and higher.
After hearing this, Fu Xie said, "Oh, that's how it is. I wonder how this "Snowy Night Fireworks" compares to the unparalleled warrior Wang Wushuang?"
The bronze legs were shocked and surprised when they heard this.
The young man said in an unbelievable tone: "Sir, you actually compare the woman in love with Mr. Wang!"
"It's incomparable! It's incomparable! Mr. Wang's is a famous landmark in Suzhou City's history. Even if all the brothel ladies put together, they can't compare to it."
For a woman to be respected as sir, it shows Wang Wushuang's status in the hearts of these people.
At this time, Manager Meng and Mr. Wu came downstairs and walked directly to Fu Xie.
Manager Meng introduced the two of them respectively, "This is Master Wu Jie, and this is Master Xie Fu."
Wu Jie looked at Fu Xie, who was dressed in ordinary clothes, and said in a contemptuous tone: "Is that him?"
There were many people in Qinlou that day and Xie Fu kept a low profile, so Wu Jie had no impression of Xie Fu at all.
Xie Fu smiled slightly and business came.
Manager Meng nodded, "That's Mr. Xie."
It seems that Manager Meng specifically mentioned Xie Fu to Wu Jie upstairs. Of course, he did not know the details of Xie Fu. The time has come to test his vision.
Wu Jie looked at Xie Fu carefully inside and out again, and asked in a questioning tone: "Can you compose poetry?"
Xie Fu humbly said: "I know a little bit." He has always been modest in speaking, and he is not only good at writing poetry, but he is also good at playing chess, calligraphy and painting, and he is especially good at playing chess and calligraphy.
Wu Jie said coldly: "I'm in a bad mood right now. Please don't tease me. Do you know how to do it? What does it mean to be more knowledgeable?"
"Yes!" Xie Fu responded decisively.
Wu Jie said: "Then I'll give you a moment to burn incense and write a poem to listen to."
"Master Wu, please give me a question."
Poetry is like a state of mind, a temporary sustenance. Many good poems are recited with feelings. This is not allowed to be written without a title.
Wu Jie would go to the Benma Club to ask for help, but naturally he only had half a bucket of water. When it was his turn to ask questions, he could not come up with any good questions.
Wu Jie looked around, thought for a while, and said, "We are here at the Galloping Horse Society, so let's write a poem with the title of Galloping Horse."
Xie Fu smiled. Since there is a title, it is easy. It is nothing more than a routine, refining words and sentences. The so-called "words can be made after hundreds of refinements, and sentences can be made after thousands of refinements", which is to write poems. Of course, they must rhyme, so that they can be read catchy.
Ups and downs.
"Yes."
"The horse moves like a bow, running with hooves to catch up with others. It is a life of hard work, and I hope it will be a whip."
No one cheered. The white men only had something in their minds and couldn't understand.
Poetry is too far away from them.
Only Wu Jie nodded thoughtfully. After a while, he came back to his senses and said, "Well, it sounds interesting, just so-so."
Xie Fu smiled slightly.
Wu Jie said seriously: "You can compose poetry, but can you compete in the brothel arena?"
Xie Fu responded: "Just so-so."
Wu Jie emphasized: "Qin Lou's arena!"
Qin Tower! It represents the highest level of brothels in Suzhou City. It is an existence that is beyond the reach of ordinary people. It is so high up there that they will never want to cross that threshold in their lifetime.
Hearing that Wu Jie's tone was intended to intimidate Xie Fu, Xie Fu smiled slightly: "To me, no matter where the arena is, it's the same."
Wu Jie said calmly: "It's not bad to have this kind of confidence. It's just you. The price is the same as Huang Shaonan, five taels of silver." Wu Jie was also generous and didn't touch anything.
When all the white men heard this, they were secretly excited. Five taels of silver!
That's almost a year's wages. People like them run around here and there every day. Apart from eating and drinking, they can't save even five taels of silver in a year.
You can earn five taels of silver in one night. What a good scholar!
Xie Fu responded: "I want ten taels of silver."
When all the white men heard this, they were so shocked that their crotches were about to burst. Master Xie wanted to increase the price!
Just now I only charged ten cents to write an elegiac couplet to someone. I thought that Mr. Xie was my second brother. It seems that Mr. Xie is good at understanding the beauty of silver.
Wu Jie was furious: "You have silver legs and you dare to ask me for ten taels of silver."
Xie Fu suppressed Wu Jie's anger with just one sentence: "If you can't win, I won't take a penny."
Wu Jie looked at Xie Fu in astonishment, and after a while he said viciously: "Okay! But I have to add one more request. If you can't win, I will break your legs!"
Xie Fu returned the fan to Wu Jie, "Deal!"
Wu Jie was stunned when he saw Xie Fuying being so cheerful.
Wu Jie didn't know he missed it.
The two agreed to meet at Qin Tower at Xu o'clock that night.
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