The first person to compose a poem at a banquet is often the most knowledgeable and talented among the people at the table.
If you don't start well, you will not only suffer ridicule from other people at the banquet, but also greatly lose the host's face.
If Hu Changan agreed, he would naturally be in trouble.
But if Hu Changan does not respond, he will definitely be known as a timid person among the literati attending the banquet.
Today's literati Qingliu pays most attention to integrity.
Once his reputation is ruined, Hu Changan will never be able to get ahead in Shilin in his life.
After Guo Tianhao said that, he sat down and looked at Hu Changan proudly.
Now, Hu Changan is afraid that he will be in a dilemma and will not be able to get off the stage.
However, there was no embarrassment on Hu Changan's face as Guo Tianhao expected.
After hearing this, Hu Changan just stood up slowly, saluted everyone in the chair and said: "Since Mr. Guo values my talent, I will be disrespectful and give you a start. I don't know what Mrs. Zhou thinks.
What should the poem be about?”
Mrs. Zhou, who was sitting on the high platform, pondered for a moment and said: "Today is a happy day, why not write a few birthday poems on my eightieth birthday?"
"Of course it's no problem." Hu Changan leaned over and replied.
After pondering for a moment, Hu Changan recited with a hint of alcohol: "The auspicious clouds are kindly embracing the beautiful banquet, and the immortals are seen on Pengshan in the Yufu. The beautiful cup is shining, and I pray for the fortune, and I will recommend you to be blessed with eight thousand years of life."
Suddenly, everyone in the audience was shocked.
Many literati present were immediately applauded.
"Okay, this poem is really wonderful. Not only is the artistic conception wonderful, but it also cleverly incorporates the expectation of the old woman's long life in the future. It's wonderful."
"This Hu Chang'an is really a real person. I originally thought that he was just like Hu Weiyong, a bureaucrat obsessed with profit. Who knew that his literary attainments could be so profound."
"This poem is so wonderful, I'm afraid I'm ashamed of myself."
Zhou Ji on the side was also so shocked that he almost dropped his wine glass to the ground.
What's going on with this kid? They promised to be a scumbag and stay together for the rest of their lives. Why did he suddenly rebel?
It seems that Yingtian City is going to lose another dandy.
Seeing that everyone was praising him, Hu Changan bowed a few times modestly, then turned to Guo Tianhao and said calmly: "I'm not talented, I just made a fool of myself. I wonder, Mr. Guo, can I open my eyes?"
"Ah this..." Guo Tianhao suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and was speechless.
This pearl is in front of me, and Guo Tianhao is not good at poetry in this area, so how can he still play?
However, with so many people staring at him, Guo Tianhao couldn't escape. He could only stand up and pretend to think for a while, then hesitantly said: "Wish you a happy birthday, your life will be longer than... Qiankun. Longevity."
Longevity. From now on, the pine tree will be greener and greener."
After everyone heard this, they couldn't help but be speechless for a while.
As for this poem, it's not too poorly written.
But compared with Hu Changan's previous poems, it's far behind.
The words used are almost vernacular and the metaphors have no originality. It can only be said to be a bad street.
Guo Tianhao also knew that he was inferior. As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly sat back in his seat and half-covered his face with a fan. Not to mention how embarrassed he was.
Originally, he wanted Hu Changan to make a fool of himself, but unexpectedly, after a lot of back and forth, the person who made the fool of himself turned out to be Guo Tianhao himself.
Hu Changan, on the other hand, looked calm and just continued to sit down and eat and drink.
As this little episode passed, the banquet room returned to its original lively atmosphere, and everyone continued to recite poems, talk and laugh back and forth, making it very lively.
However, since he finished reciting the poem, Hu Changan clearly felt that the people around him were much more enthusiastic towards him, and he drank one cup after another.
Fortunately, the original owner was a dandy before and had a good capacity for drinking, so he did not drink Hu Changan to the ground.
After drinking a lot of wine, Hu Changan returned to Hu Mansion in a carriage with the help of a servant after the banquet. He fell asleep without even taking off his clothes.
...
It's another cool morning.
Hu Changan sat on the stone bench in the yard, eating breakfast leisurely and enjoying the attentive massage service from the maid Dianhe.
Today, Hu Changan officially decided to open the first soap factory in the Ming Dynasty.
For this reason, Hu Changan specially ordered Manager Chen to invite Yiyi and some other craftsmen to discuss setting up a factory.
After a while, the waiter came in and announced that someone from Shopkeeper Chen had arrived.
At this time, Hu Changan happened to have almost finished his breakfast.
Hu Changan waved his hand and ordered people to remove the breakfast, and notified shopkeeper Chen to bring someone in.
Suddenly, a large group of people came into the small courtyard, all of them were craftsmen who helped Hu Changan make soap.
Among them, Monday stood at the forefront.
Today, on Monday, I am full of admiration for Hu Changan.
As a craftsman who devotes himself to studying technology, what he admires the most is his highly skilled colleagues.
Although Hu Chang'an was not a craftsman, the recipe he wrote casually surpassed the Zhou family's many years of experience. How could he not be extremely admired by Zhou Yi?
When he saw Hu Changan on Monday, he quickly saluted and said angrily: "Hello, young master!"
Seeing this, the other craftsmen also bent down to salute, looking at Hu Changan curiously from the corner of their eyes.
It is said that it was this Master Hu who transformed the traditional soap recipe and made the Hu family a huge fortune.
Seeing real people for the first time, these craftsmen were naturally very curious and couldn't help but look at it again and again.
Seeing everyone looking at him like a rare species, Hu Changan couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He quickly clapped his hands gently to regain everyone's consciousness and asked: "Monday, how is your soap making now?"
"Master, the ten of us can make about three thousand bars of soap a day." Zhou Yi replied respectfully.
Hu Changan nodded with satisfaction.
This speed is really not slow anymore. It seems that these craftsmen are very diligent and not lazy.
However, this speed can be faster.
Hu Changan smiled and said mysteriously: "Come, today the young master will teach you a way to at least double the soap you produce every day."
"What!" After hearing this, the craftsmen were suddenly surprised.
You know, they are operating at full capacity now!
She had to work at least ten hours a day, and she even had to grab a few bites of food in the workshop.
In this way, I barely reached the level of 3,000 bars of soap a day.
How can we improve after working so hard?
Could it be...continue to increase working hours?
But don't, they are all old and young. No matter how much the wages are, it is not worth it if they are exhausted and lose their lives.
Everyone's faces suddenly turned bitter, and ten pairs of eyes stared at Hu Changan without blinking, fearing that he would say that he would continue to increase working hours.