"Come on, let's put the flower decorations here for now. Hey... be careful!"
"That's right, the porcelain vases are all placed here, so be careful."
Liu Jun was sweating all over. He ran in and out countless times, directing the various delivery boys to deliver all kinds of jades, calligraphy and paintings, porcelain, silk decorations, tables, chairs, flowers and plants customized by Chu Ling.
Ordered placement.
The originally dilapidated tavern has been given a new look.
"Mr. Chu, are you sure you want to build it like this?"
A corner of the backyard of the pub.
The strong man in black cloth smoothed his sleeves and looked at Chu Ling with a strange expression. He had been doing this for so long and had never encountered such a strange thing.
"Is it difficult?"
Chu Ling looked at the strong man with a calm expression, "If the building cannot be built, I can find another one."
"That's not necessary."
The strong man hurriedly waved his hands and said: "The younger one can definitely build it. I just confirmed this to you."
How can there be any reason for the duck you got to fly away?
"Then let's start construction."
Chu Ling nodded and said: "According to the deadline we set in advance, if it can be completed ahead of schedule and the quality is guaranteed, I will pay more."
"Okay."
The strong man was overjoyed when he heard this. He patted his chest and said, "Just take a look. The young man must have built it carefully. If there are any mistakes, there is no need to pay for the work!"
Chu Ling smiled slightly and looked at the people busy in the backyard, feeling emotional in her heart.
If it weren't for a few taels of silver, who would be willing to leave his wife, children, and children, neglecting his company, and go busy running around?
In his previous life, he was blinded by fame and fortune. It seemed that he gained a lot, but in fact, he lost even more precious things.
Now that he has been reborn, Chu Ling has looked away and thought through it.
Regardless of fame or fortune, they are all external things.
If you don’t bring it with you in life, you won’t take it with you in death.
Perhaps living in this world cannot be separated from these external things, but they are enough. There is no need to fall into them. It is best to live according to your heart.
For Chu Ling, this is how he wants to live now.
If he doesn't like it, he just doesn't like it. If he likes it, he just likes it. He just follows his own heart for no other reason. He doesn't want to be forced to do things by anyone.
His life should be decided by himself!
Life is already very tiring, why should you let yourself be wronged?
"Master!"
Liu Jun ran into the backyard excitedly and said with a slight breath: "The layout of the tavern you ordered, except for the few pieces of special furniture, which will take a few days to be delivered, the rest has been placed. Do you want to go and take a look?"
"She looks a bit like a tavern keeper."
Chu Ling was not in a hurry to go to the front store, but looked at Liu Jun with a smile, "Keep up the good work and I won't treat you badly."
Liu Jun scratched his head.
In the past, he was a waiter, but now he has become a tavern owner, and his monthly salary has increased again.
This made Liu Jun excited, but he was also sure in his heart that Chu Ling was from a rich family. Perhaps he was tired of living in a house, so he ran out to open a tavern.
He has to hold such thick thighs well!
"Sir, the tavern is currently stepping up its renovations. What do you think of changing the sign?"
Liu Jun thought for a while, then smiled at Chu Ling and said, "Would you like to go to Wangyou Lake in person? There are many talented people gathered there. If you can get a calligraphy set, and then inscribe a poem, when the tavern opens,
It will definitely attract a lot of people.”
"Just say 'Let's go drink'."
Chu Ling stood with her hands behind her hands and said calmly: "There is no need to go to Wangyou Lake. I will inscribe a couplet later and you can take it to a place where the plaque will be made. Once it is made, just hang it outside the shop."
"good."
Liu Jun saw this and nodded in response.
However, Liu Jun still had some doubts in his heart.
Obviously, the seven academies held a poetry festival in Wangyou Lake, attracting many talents to participate. If they could spend some money to find a calligraphy set and hire some people to advertise it, they would definitely attract a large number of people, but why didn't Chu Ling care?
It's like there is no interest at all.
The Wangyou Lake Poetry Club is very famous in Xanadu.
Its grand occasion is comparable to the imperial examination.
Since the Wangyou Lake Poetry Meeting was held, it has attracted a large number of scholars. The wealthy families, dignitaries, celebrities, and wealthy businessmen in Xanadu are all paying attention to this matter.
Those who can win the first place in the primary election of the seven major academies can enter the academy and be accepted as a direct disciple by the great Confucian.
This is what many readers dream of.
There are even rumors among the people that when the Wangyou Lake Poetry Competition reaches the finals, there will be dignitaries attending the banquet, and this matter spreads widely.
…
Wangyou Lake, Zhaoyan Hospital opened a painting boat.
"This guy sells poetry just to decorate the pub?"
Huangfu Jingyu held the letter in his hand, and his eyebrows showed confusion, "What is he thinking about? Why is he in such a hurry to open a tavern?"
"Princess, is there something unusual?"
Lian Xin, who was waiting on the side, looked at Huangfu Jingyu doubtfully.
Is there anything unusual about decorating a tavern?
"Look at Xiao Zhiyi's letter."
Huangfu Jingyu smiled half-heartedly and handed the letter to Lian Xin, "Chu Ling, well, Ling from the towering valley, is really generous with his money. In less than two days, he spent all his money."
"???"
Lian Xin showed surprise and took the letter with respectful hands.
Did you spend all the hundreds of gold you got from selling poems?
To Huangfu Jingyu, who was born in a respected family, a hundred golds was nothing.
It's just that Huangfu Jingyu couldn't understand Chu Ling's behavior.
"How can you spend hundreds of gold on just that small tavern?!"
After Lian Xin read the letter, her eyebrows furrowed slightly and she said: "The pub that Chu Ling rented is not as big as the one across the courtyard in the Princess Mansion. No matter how decorated it is, a few hundred taels of silver is enough..."
"Didn't you look carefully?"
Huangfu Jingyu raised his eyebrows slightly, raised his robe and stood up, saying: "The tavern opened by Chu Ling, the calligraphy and paintings used for decoration cost dozens of taels each. This towering Ling bought seven paintings in a row, including his eyes.
Not even blinking."
Lian Xin: "..."
This is too wasteful.
No matter how much money you have, you can't spend it like this.
Although the calligraphy and painting at this price cannot be called treasures, they can still be regarded as good works. If others buy them, they will keep them in the study and admire them. Whoever buys them will hang them in the tavern.
In Xanadu, a relatively well-off person can only spend 15 taels a month on expenses. Chu Ling spent a hundred gold in two days. Well, a hundred gold can be exchanged for a thousand taels of silver. Even if he goes to drink flower wine and rolls his name all over Xanadu
The popular oiran who accompanied her was only a mere hundred taels of silver.
Chu Ling opened a tavern, and it was so big?
Lian Xin had nothing but fright.
"Princess, Mr. Jiang from Zhaoyanyuan has arrived."
Outside the elegant room, a smart voice sounded.
"Let's go and take a look first."
"Here!"
The master and servant left the private room and looked down through the fence. They saw a sea of people on the first floor of the boat, and the atmosphere was extremely lively.
"After waiting for several days, I finally got to see Mr. Jiang."
"Yes, if I can get Jiang Gong's comment, even if I can't enter Zhaoyan Academy, I will have no regrets in this life."
"Have you heard? Mr. Zuo, the Minister of Rites, also came to Wangyou Lake with Mr. Jiang."
"Is it true or not? There are rumors in the community that the Holy Father intends to appoint Mr. Zuo to be the examiner for the church examination this year."
"The rumors are not trustworthy, so I'd better push forward and don't miss the review later."
The scholars who gathered on the first floor of Huafang were all excited and rushed towards the center of the first floor of Huafang, completely losing their previous free and easy attitude.
Huangfu Jingyu stood on the fence, overlooking the scene in front of him, with a flash of disdain in his smart eyes.
She respects scholars, but has no respect for ordinary people.
Different from the other six major academies, Zhaoyan Academy opened a painting boat in Wangyou Lake, which was divided into three floors and was used for the preliminary poetry meeting. The person in charge of this was Jiang Zhongzi.
This man is a great scholar who is famous all over the world, but he has an eccentric and unsociable temperament.
Although the poetry societies held by each of the seven major academies were only preliminary elections, Jiang Zhongzi set rules.
Only those who are accepted as disciples can enter the second floor to receive individual comments.
Otherwise, he stayed on the first floor and his poems were posted on the wooden sign.
When you go to the second floor, Jiang Zhongzi will come and take a look. If you can make him stop and watch, you can go to the second floor and wait for selection.
As for the third floor, it is not open to the public.
The person responsible for this matter was Liu Chengfeng, who was familiar with Huangfu Jingyu.
'Here it comes!'
Huangfu Jingyu's eyes lit up when he saw several people walking into the boat. The originally noisy boat was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
The scholars who were originally staying on the second floor were all gathered at the fence. Although they were not as excited as the group gathered on the first floor, they all looked around.
Jiang Zhongzi, this is a great scholar who is famous all over the world!!
"Mr. Jiang, when you come to Wangyou Lake today, you are going to have a few drinks."
Under the gaze of countless eyes, an old man wearing a green robe and a bamboo fan in his hand smiled and joked to the old man in red walking beside him: "I came prepared this time."
"I'm afraid you can't do it."
The old man in red snorted coldly and walked forward with his head held high, not caring about the crowd gathered around him. "Don't get drunk and jump into the lake like you did when you were young. Today is no better than in the past. You are the minister of the dynasty. If you really want to go out,
This kind of thing will probably be laughed at by scholars all over the world."
Liu Chengfeng, who was following behind, saw his teacher exposing his shortcomings like this. He held the bamboo fan tightly and lowered his head, suppressing a smile.
"You old man!!"
Zuo Guang first glared and said angrily.
Jiang Zhongzi was not afraid at all and walked forward with his head held high. The wooden signs along the way were covered with written poems, but he had no intention of stopping.
Among the crowd gathered here, many scholars looked nervous, their hearts beating rapidly, staring at Jiang Zhongzi, Zuo Guangdou and the others.
'You should stop!'
Many people's hearts are even broken.
If Jiang Zhongzi can stop and watch, it means there is still hope.
However, Jiang Zhongzi had no intention of stopping.
More and more people have expressions of despair on their faces.
"Princess, you asked your slave to stick Mr. Chu's poem in such a secret corner. Can Mr. Jiang really see it?" Seeing Jiang Zhongzi getting closer and closer to the wooden staircase on the second floor, Lian Xin was a little nervous and asked Huangfu
Jing Yu said: "What if Jiang Gong didn't see it, wouldn't it be..."
"You don't understand."
Huangfu Jingyu seemed to be smiling but not smiling, waving his hands and saying: "Mr. Jiang's pair of wise eyes is unique. There is nothing he cannot see."
As he said that, Huangfu Jingyu looked at Jiang Zhongzi.
Lian Xin looked at Jiang Zhongzi who was about to climb up the wooden ladder and walk towards the second floor, and began to mutter to herself.
The heartbeat is getting faster and faster.
Huangfu Jingyu'e frowned slightly.
Impossible.
Seeing Jiang Zhongzi ascending the wooden stairs without looking back and walking towards the second floor, the scholars gathered on the first floor all looked sad and their hearts were full of loss.
Among the poems posted on the first floor, none of them asked Jiang Zhongzi to stop.
This shattered many people's expectations.
"Princess, the poems written by Mr. Chu did not catch the eyes of Mr. Jiang." Lian Xin was a little disappointed, lowered her head and said: "Slave..."
"Look! Mr. Jiang is down again."
But before he finished speaking, an excited voice sounded, causing countless surprised eyes to look at him.
Huangfu Jingyu's frown seemed to be relaxing.
"Chu Ling, Ling who towers over the valleys and into the sky, is crazier than me."
Jiang Zhongzi's voice sounded in the boat, which made countless people wonder. Who is this Chu Ling? He can actually make a world-famous scholar turn back when he climbed to the second floor!