Wangyou Lake is a place that many people dream about. The lush green plants are as far as the eye can see. The sun shines through the branches and leaves on the cobblestone paths, and the fresh air is refreshing.
In the distance, there is an octagonal pagoda-shaped building standing in the lake. A series of wooden corridors connect the lake islands. The buildings are simple and elegant. The lake is rippling with blue waves. There are various birds swimming on the lake. The silhouette of a boat appears from time to time, which is evocative.
I can't help but stop and watch, it's like being in a fairyland...
"After all, it's a royal garden, but it's different."
Outside Wangyou Lake, Chu Ling stood in a pavilion, admiring the scenery and showing a faint smile, "No matter who comes here, they probably won't want to leave. No wonder Wangyou Lake is open to the public every year.
It attracts a large number of people to play, even if they are playing in the periphery.”
Affected by the poetry festival jointly organized by the seven major academies in Shangdu, more people came to Wangyou Lake than before. The Wangyou Lake Poetry Festival was not only a feast for literati, but also a carnival for ordinary people.
But it's still a bit of a pity.
Chu Ling secretly sighed in his heart. On the way from the practice workshop to Wangyou Lake, although he encountered many stalls along the way, with various colorful sheds, lighthouses, etc., in Chu Ling's eyes, this scene was nothing like the one in heaven.
The potential of this high-profile cultural feast has not been fully utilized.
If we focus on the theme of the Wangyou Lake Poetry Fair, we can build corresponding leisure and entertainment areas and set up corresponding business stalls on the periphery of Wangyou Lake and nearby markets. As the Wangyou Lake Poetry Fair gradually reaches its climax, every day
The amount of money earned is immeasurable, and even a limited tour of the inner circle of Wangyou Lake has been launched. How much is the price of a ticket? I believe that the wealthy businessmen in Shangdu are willing to spend a lot of money to buy it.
This is really a waste of resources.
Chu Ling shook his head. The Wangyou Lake Poetry Club only valued scholars and limited various activities to the inner circle of Wangyou Lake. Chu Ling felt that it was not grand enough.
Since we are sharing joy with the people, we must do it to perfection.
However, along the way, Chu Ling could also feel that Feng Chao valued scholars, and could also see the invisible and intangible class cage.
Forget it, don't think about it.
Chu Ling smiled, turned around and walked under the pavilion. He came to Wangyou Lake just to relax and feel the human customs of Xiafeng Chao.
In the past, I was busy with the business of opening the wine shop and had no time to relax. Now the wine shop has opened. Although the business is not booming, Chu Ling believes that as time goes by, the wines he tinkered with will gradually spread.
Fame.
Money, how much is too much?
Just spend enough.
Chu Ling likes her current life very much.
Don't be impatient, don't fight, don't rush, live every day calmly, do the things you like, and don't have to worry about certain things.
"Master, come and finish your herbal tea."
Walking to a tea stall near the lake, a middle-aged man smiled and said to Chu Ling who was approaching: "It's not expensive. A bowl of tea only costs three cents. Do you want to drink it?"
"Let's have a bowl."
Seeing that the middle-aged man was working so hard, Chu Ling felt a little thirsty after walking all the way. He smiled slightly and said: "Shopkeeper, do you have any pastries and snacks here?"
"Yes, yes!"
The middle-aged man nodded hurriedly and replied: "Sir, what do you want to eat? You need to find a place to sit first, and I will ask someone to find it for you, but it will cost you an extra ten cents. Hehe, it's just a hard fee."
"Then buy some pastries, a plate of braised pork, and some fruits."
Chu Ling took out a piece of broken silver and handed it to the middle-aged man, "These should be enough."
"Enough, enough."
The middle-aged man hurriedly stretched out his hand to take the broken silver and said with a smile: "Young Master wants more than you can spend. You sit down first and we will have it later. I will give you a lot of change."
Integrity is what matters in doing business.
Every one of these stalls on the outskirts of Wangyou Lake abides by this rule: you must earn whatever you should earn, and you will never get what you shouldn't.
Chu Ling likes this kind of atmosphere very much.
Regardless of the cities or villages he passed on his way to Xanadu, or his experience in Xanadu, what he encountered and saw were the same.
Chu Ling avoided several tables of tea patrons and walked towards a small tea table near the lake. The tables and chairs were all clean, and the tea stall owner seemed to be a diligent person.
Facing the lake breeze blowing, Chu Ling lifted her robe and sat down, looking at the rippling blue lake. She could vaguely see the octagonal pagoda-shaped building in the distance.
"Hey~ have you heard about it? The painting boat opened by Zhaoyan Academy at Wangyou Lake has already been hung with the name of the leader they selected for the primary election, and some poems have also been posted. This has caused quite a stir."
"Why haven't you heard about it? I came to Wangyou Lake today just to see what poems Zhaoyan Academy's chosen leader has written that can stand out among the many scholars."
"You don't know, last night the Zhaoyan Academy announced the top candidate, so many scholars who participated in the Zhaoyan Academy's primary election went to get drunk."
"Then have you seen Zhang Bu's poems? Damn it, the place where you can see the boat is full of people, but I didn't squeeze in, alas..."
The people sitting at several tea tables near Chu Ling were all chatting with excitement. When Chu Ling heard this, she subconsciously looked at them.
The leader of Zhaoyanyuan's primary election has actually been determined?
How long has it been since this started? Is the announcement too early?
Chu Ling was a little surprised. The Wangyou Lake Poetry Association is divided into preliminary and final elections. The preliminary is an independent selection of the seven major academies to identify the top representatives of each school. The final election is for these top leaders to participate in the Wangyou Lake Mingtang.
According to rumors in Xanadu, many big names will attend.
There is still a long time before the final selection.
"Sir, your tea."
The tea stall owner brought a bowl of herbal tea, bent down and handed it to Chu Ling, then looked at the tea guests and said with a smile: "Isn't this just a coincidence? I know what all the guests want to know."
"Really or not?"
A tea customer looked at the tea stall owner in surprise, "Old Zhao, don't fucking lie to me."
"How can it be possible!"
Zhao Zheng smiled and said: "We have known each other for so long, when have you ever seen me deceive someone?"
"Then you should tell me!"
Another tea guest couldn't hold himself back and looked at Zhao Zheng and said anxiously.
"this……"
Zhao Zheng, on the other hand, pretended to be secretive.
Chu Ling smiled.
This is to ask people to buy more tea.
"Okay, stop inking and serve me a bowl of tea."
"And me."
"Give me a bowl."
"Come on, give me a bowl too."
"You are a fucking profiteer, count me in!"
Facing everyone's scolding, Zhao Zheng was not angry and ran to the tea stall to serve tea to them one by one.
"Sir, you want pastries, braised meat, melons and fruits." At this moment, a young man carrying a food box ran to Chu Ling and laid out the items for sale one by one, with some sweat on his forehead.
"By the way, here's your change."
The young man took out dozens of coins from his arms and handed them to Chu Ling, "I've already taken the money for running errands. You can count them."
"You can keep it."
Looking into the young man's simple eyes, Chu Ling did not answer and smiled slightly.
The young man was stunned.
"Second uncle, I didn't steal the guest's money." The young man was a little flustered and looked at Zhao Zheng timidly.
"Silly boy, this is what the master rewards you for."
Zhao Zheng came over with a smile and tapped the young man's head, "I haven't thanked you yet, Master. Don't worry, country kids don't understand this."
"fine."
Chu Ling picked up a piece of fruit and handed it to the young man, "Eat it."
"Thank you...Thank you, sir."
The young man stepped forward timidly, holding a food box in one hand and money in the other. He bent down and took the fruits from Chu Ling. His Adam's apple squirmed, but he didn't eat.
"Second uncle, you eat."
The young man turned around and handed it to Zhao Zheng. After thinking for a while, he handed over the money as well, "Second uncle, take this money."
"What a silly boy."
Zhao Zheng patted the young man's head lovingly, "You can eat it, I don't like it. I will keep the money for you. When I save enough, I will help you build a house in the village."
"Okay, don't waste time, let's talk quickly."
A tea guest urged at this moment.
"Okay, okay, I'll say it right now."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Zheng first raised his hand and saluted Chu Ling, then looked at the tea guests with a smile, cleared his throat, and all the tea guests sat with their heads raised.
"Come and eat with me."
Seeing the young man standing timidly, Chu Ling stretched out his hand to signal, "I can't eat it, so don't waste it."
The young man looked hesitant, glanced at Zhao Zheng's back, and timidly walked over and sat down.
"I believe you all know who the winner of the primary election for Zhaoyan Academy is, right?" Zhao Zheng glanced at his nephew and said to the tea guests with a smile.
"Why don't you know!"
A tea guest raised his chin slightly and said, "My name is Chu Ling. Don't talk about useless things. Tell me about Zhang Bu's poems."
Chu Ling, who was handing the boy chopsticks, frowned slightly when he heard what the man said.
Is he the one chosen by the Zhaoyan Academy to be the top candidate in the primary election?
Chu Ling looked up, and Zhao Zheng said at this time: "Let's talk about the first poem first. The sentence of "Looking up to the sky and laughing and going out. I am not a Penghao person. I was also excited when I first heard it..."
What does Jiang Zhongzi want to do?
When Chu Ling heard this, he was sure that the selection of the leader of the Zhaoyan Academy must be done by Jiang Zhongzi. However, he clearly did not participate in the Wangyou Lake Poetry Society, so why did Jiang Zhongzi do this?