"Brother, does Mr. Jin have any other masterpieces?"
Master Zhou pulled the hammer and asked expectantly.
"I just told you, sir, there are too many poems, but I'm just a rough guy and I can't remember so many."
Seeing that these young men had been suppressed and the goal of clearing Jin Feng's name had been achieved, Tie Chui didn't bother to say anything more.
"If you can't remember the whole poem, it's okay if you can remember one or two sentences."
Mr. Zhou quickly signaled his servants to pour a bowl of wine for Iron Hammer.
"I don't remember, I don't remember."
Tie Shui pushed away the wine bowl, held the long knife and guarded the intersection, no longer paying attention to these young men.
In the pavilion, Jin Feng and Tang Xiaobei's plan ended in the evening.
After hearing Jin Feng's plan, Tang Xiaobei's worries disappeared and he asked with a smile:
"Sir, there is a performance at Chunfeng Tower tonight, and the red card girls will all appear. If you want to watch it, I will get you two seats."
"No need, my wife and your sister are still waiting for me at home."
Jin Feng stood up and said: "If you have time to think about the plan and if there is anything you want to add, I will tell you when I come next time."
"Okay." Tang Xiaobei nodded: "I'll see you off."
As a result, as soon as the two of them came out of the pavilion, they were surrounded by a group of young men.
"Mr. Jin, I have admired you for a long time!"
"Mr. Jin, your song "Silkworm Woman" is so well written!"
"No, I think the second song "Compassion for the Farmers" is the best written. There is no idle land in the world, and the farmers are starving to death. It is just ten words, but it bursts out with endless power!"
"I think "Jianjinjiu" is the best written, bold and majestic!"
"Mr. Jin, do you have any other masterpieces?"
A group of young men surrounded Jin Feng, chattering and saying hello.
""The Silkworm Woman"? "The Wine Will Be Entered"? The farmer is still starving to death?"
Jin Feng couldn't help but feel nervous.
He had only read these poems in very few places, especially "Journey into the Wine". Yesterday was the first time it appeared in the world of Dakang. How did they know?
Did someone else hear it at the inn yesterday?
So has he heard "The Internationale"?
For a moment, Jin Feng's heart was a little confused.
Signaling Tie Hammer to stop these young men, he quickly left with Tang Xiaobei.
"Tie Hammer, when we were drinking yesterday, were there any outsiders in the inn?"
After leaving the gate of Chunfeng Tower, Jin Feng immediately pulled the hammer to a deserted alley.
"Don't worry, sir. Yesterday I arranged for my brothers to be on duty. After the waiter served the food, no outsiders would come near our yard."
Iron Hammer said confidently.
Yesterday, everyone drank in shifts, and there were four veterans who didn't drink at all.
"Then how do they know about "The Wine Will Enter"?"
Jin Feng asked in confusion.
"Well……"
Tie Zhui scratched his head: "I just heard them saying that your lyrics were too petty, so I couldn't help but refute them with "Jian Jin Jiu"..."
"Then what about "Silkworm Woman" and "Compassion for the Peasants"?"
"I heard what they said, as if they looked down on you, so I recited two more songs to shock them."
Iron Hammer said: "Sir, you don't know, when they heard this, they were all frightened!"
"I'm almost scared out of my mind!" Jin Feng kicked the hammer angrily: "Misfortune comes from the mouth, don't talk much outside in the future, you know?"
Although he is not good at and does not like intrigues, he knows that people's hearts are sinister.
It's just that in his previous life, he was just a technical geek. After staying in a place with simple folk customs like Xihewan for a long time, he couldn't help but relax his vigilance.
But this trip to Guangyuan made him understand that this world is not a paradise, but also full of dangers.
Just now he reminded Iron Hammer and himself.
Not only should I not drink alcohol from now on, but I should also adjust my mentality and never talk nonsense again.
"Sir, when I heard them saying bad things about you, I couldn't hold it back..."
Tie Chui noticed that Jin Feng's mood was not right and asked cautiously: "Sir, did I do something wrong?"
"As long as you know you were wrong," Jin Feng glanced at Iron Hammer: "I will fine you half a month's salary when I go back, so that you can remember it for a long time."
"Remember." Tie Zhui nodded with a grimace.
In Chunfeng Tower, after Jin Feng left, the group of young masters stopped having fun and gathered their friends in small groups to discuss some of Jin Feng's poems. Soon even the madam got the news.
"What are you talking about? That nursery rhyme that children sang everywhere some time ago was written by Jin Feng in the afternoon?"
"It's absolutely true. The gentlemen downstairs are all discussing it now." The maid replied.
"Didn't Jin Feng write a poem for Xiaobei? Read it to me quickly."
The madam said impatiently.
In addition to businessmen, the most customers at Chunfeng Tower are pretentious scholars. There are too many people who write poems to girls every day.
In the afternoon, I just heard from the maid that Jin Feng wrote a poem for Tang Xiaobei, but at that time, I just wanted to stop Jin Feng and Tang Xiaobei from having a private meeting, and didn't even ask what was written.
"These are all written by Mr. Jin Feng, and this is the poem he wrote for Miss Xiaobei."
The madam's personal maid was also a smart person. She quickly took out a few copied poems and pointed to "Shengchazi" among them and replied.
"The distant mountains have long eyebrows and slender willow waists. When the makeup is done, the spring breeze will blow, and a smile will cost a fortune..."
The madam's eyes became brighter and brighter as she recited poems.
Putting down the letter, he slapped the table and laughed, "This poem is so well written!"
In the feudal era, when entertainment was backward, brothels and inns were the distribution centers for all kinds of news.
Some time ago, "Compassion for the Farmers" spread to Guangyuan, and it spread very quickly. At that time, the madam even lamented that it would be great if the author of "Compassion for the Farmers" wrote a poem for the girl in Chunfeng Tower.
Who knew that not long after, the dream would come true.
"But the gentlemen downstairs all said that the other poems were good. They said that the lyrics in this poem were too rouge-y and not grand."
The maid not only collected Jin Feng's poems, but also inquired about the young master's comments on several poems.
"They are not your mothers. Of course they think other poems are good."
The old bustard said with a smile: "Mr. Jin Feng wrote this poem specially for our Xiaobei. It is normal for the rouge spirit to be heavy. As long as Mr. Jin Feng's reputation remains and Xiaobei has this poem by his side, he will be sure to run for Oiran this time."
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After saying that, he picked up the letter paper again and read the remaining poems. After a moment, he said with a proud smile: "These poems are indeed more brilliant, that's great!"
"Mom, I'm confused when you say that. Mr. Jin Feng's lyrics for Sister Xiaobei are not good. How can you be happier?" the maid asked with a frown.
"If a wrong coin appears during minting, then the wrong coin is the most valuable."
The madam was in a good mood, shook his head and explained: "Mr. Jin Feng's other poems are all excellent, but this one is average. When everyone talks about Mr. Jin Feng in the future, they will mention this poem and Xiaobei.
So this poem is not brilliant, which is the greatest good thing for Xiaobei!"