How can a nail seller not know iron? Although the shopkeeper is not a great scholar who has read poetry and books, he is in this business after all.
As soon as Chu Qing started speaking this half of the poem, the shopkeeper's eyes burned.
“What a poem!”
Even Huang Si's expression moved slightly, he kept chanting in his mouth and nodded repeatedly.
Chu Qing said proudly: "No need to restrain, please give me a round of applause like a crazy fan."
Huang Si came back to his senses and looked at Chu Qing with a suspicious look on his face: "Did you do it?"
"Nonsense, I didn't do it or I paid for it as a gift."
In fact, Chu Qing also suddenly remembered this poem. He didn't know who composed it, but he just had an impression.
As for the psychological burden of plagiarizing other people's poems, just kidding, face is the most tiring thing. If Chu Qing wanted face, he wouldn't marry a gas tank.
Huang Si asked: "Why is there only half a poem?"
Chu Qing was stunned for a moment: "This is half a poem, isn't it the whole poem?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the shopkeeper and Huang Si both looked at each other with disdain. Is this clearly plagiarism? Plagiarism is fine, but you just plagiarized the whole thing, so why did you plagiarize half of it?
"Oh, just half a poem, half a poem. Poems need creative inspiration. Half a poem, just change it to any calligraphy and painting. Hurry, I have something urgent."
"This young master, it is indeed replaceable." The shopkeeper smiled bitterly: "But let's not say whether this poem was written by you or not. It is you who wrote it. There is no reason why half a poem can be exchanged. Otherwise, you
It’s better to go to other shops to look for it, here I am…”
Chu Qing interrupted impatiently: "Then I'll give you another half of the song?"
The shopkeeper didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Poetry is the taste of literati. If it is written by you, it is written by you. If it is not, it is not. If it is not exchanged or sold, wouldn't it be deceiving the world and stealing the reputation? Besides, you always come in half and half. What is this?
But Huang Si on the side became interested: "Come and listen."
"Don't be careless with me. If you pay me, I will plagiarize... No, I will just improvise. If you don't pay me, I will sing to you."
Huang Si laughed dumbly: "It's just money. If it's a good work, no matter who it is from, why not give you some money after Huang appreciates it."
"Okay." Upon hearing this, Chu Qing felt relieved and said: "I have made three parts of the country, and it is called the Eight Formations. The stone in the river will not turn, and I will swallow Wu with regret..."
After howling, Chu Qing asked: "Can this half of the song be good? Add the half of the song just now to make up enough for one song. Give me the money quickly and I'll buy a calligraphy and painting from the shopkeeper."
The shopkeeper, like a tool, clapped his hands again: "What a poem."
Huang Si muttered a few words in a low voice, his expression getting weirder and weirder.
This is obviously a whole poem, not just half of it.
But he had never heard of such a masterpiece.
The more I think about it, the more shocked I am. This poem will be remembered forever!
Chu Qing thought Huang Si was dissatisfied, so he spoke again.
"The carriages are rolling, the horses are rustling, the pedestrians are carrying bows and arrows at their waists, Ye Niang and his wife are walking to see each other off, and the Xianyang Bridge is no longer visible in the dust. What about this, can you give me a price?"
Huang Si was stunned, even the shopkeeper was shocked.
Another masterpiece, a masterpiece that has never been heard before, a masterpiece that has never been heard of, but will be remembered forever!
The literary style of the Chang Dynasty was at its peak, and the capital was the center of the country, gathering together the world's great Confucian scholars and so-called gifted scholars. I don't know how many people became famous with a poem.
What's more, some people were recommended to officials based on a good work, so there has always been a saying in Beijing that talented people are easy to find and good works are hard to find.
As for Chu Qing's "two and a half poems", if they really come from one person, then that person must be a famous Confucian scholar with extensive knowledge.
But since he is a great Confucian scholar, why have he never heard of it?
When Chu Qing saw Huang Si was silent, his face darkened: "Brother, are you a prostitute? If you don't pay me, I won't stop."
Huang Si was confused: "What else?"
"That's necessary. There are so many of them."
"Is it also a masterpiece?"
"Flowers are hidden behind the wall at dusk, birds are chirping and roosting, stars are moving in thousands of households, and the moon is near the sky. How about this?"
Without saying anything, Huang Si reached into his sleeve and took out a hundred-guan bill: "Is there anything else?"
Chu Qing's hands were like lightning, his fingers stretched and retracted, and he moved smoothly, and the banknote was already in his hand.
"Oh, when you look at this big brother, he looks like he's not short of money. He must have it."
Clearing his throat, Chu Qing spoke again. This time, he plagiarized whatever he thought of.
"The wind is strong and the sky is high, the ape is howling in mourning, and the white bird is flying back from the clear sand of Zhug..."
"I heard about Dongting Water in the past, and now I go to Yueyang Tower..."
"Send me away forever, my love returns in the empty mountains..."
There were seven or eight songs in a row, but not all of them were plagiarized. The two shopkeepers, He Huang and others, were already shocked.
The shopkeeper didn't have such a high level of appreciation. He only knew that the poems were good, but he had never heard of them, and most of them were half poems. The reason why he was shocked was because of Huang Si.
Huang Si was like an ATM machine walking upright. He mechanically took out a piece of money from his sleeve, and Chu Qing opened and closed his mouth, and the banknotes came into his hands.
The shopkeeper's eyes were as red as a rabbit.
There are many wealthy merchants in Beijing, but people like Huang Si who travel with so many banknotes cannot be said to be absent in Beijing, but most of them are traveling merchants making large purchases.
Chu Qing also had no idea about "money". He held a bunch of banknotes in his hand and patted the shopkeeper's chest directly.
"Is this money enough to buy calligraphy and painting?"
The shopkeeper nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
"How much can I buy?"
The shopkeeper's breathing became heavy: "Pick whatever you want!"
Chu Qing laughed loudly and said to Fu San: "Did you hear that? Buy as much as you can, pick some cheap ones, and give them as gifts. We only care about quantity, not quality. I'll wait for you outside."
After saying that, Chu Qing turned around and was about to leave. He always felt that the man named Huang Si looked at him strangely.
As expected, Huang Si opened his mouth and said, "Young master, stay here."
"What's wrong?"
"May I ask Mr. Gao what his name is?"
Chu Qing looked wary: "Why do you ask this?"
"Young Master is a great talent." Huang Si said seriously: "Huang is willing to make friends."
"Um... I am the son of the Minister of Industry. If you have anything to do, go to the mansion. I have something urgent to do today, 886."
After finishing speaking, Chu Qing left quickly without waiting for Huang Si to speak again.
Fu San frowned slightly, but did not speak. Instead, he picked up calligraphy and painting like an old man.
It is true that Chu Qing is the son of the minister of the Ministry of Industry, but he did not say anything about it.
He was also afraid that Huang Si would make an "impulsive purchase" and regret it later and ask him for a refund, so he didn't tell the truth.
Huang Si didn't know if it was impulse spending, but he quickly asked the store clerk for pen and paper, and wrote down all the poems that Chu Qing just said.
On the first day out, Chu Qing successfully achieved the achievement of "zero-yuan purchase". He exchanged several poems that have been immortalized for generations, and received a lot of innocent moaning words used by the literati in Qizhen Pavilion to show off their appearance.
When Fu San came out, he looked like a refugee fleeing from famine. He had six big bundles hanging on his body, and they were all filled with poems that looked like rolls and toilet paper.
Chu Qing left with satisfaction, and Huang Si came out after a while.
I have to say that Chu Qing's worries were true. Huang Si, who originally wanted to find a good guqin player when he left the palace, suddenly felt that he was a little "impulsive" just now.
The poem is a good poem, but the money was spent a bit unfairly, mainly because the banknotes are now in the shopkeeper's pocket.
Standing outside the house, Huang Si turned the blood ruby ring on his finger. After a few breaths, an old man in rich clothes with a white face and no beard ran over, bowing his head.
"I have spent some unjust money. Let's find out who is the owner behind this rare residence and find a reason to get the money back."
"Old servant, go now." The old eunuch raised his head and asked respectfully: "May I ask, noble sir, how much silver did you just spend?"
"More than eight hundred... less than two thousand guan."
The old man was speechless. There was a huge difference between eight hundred guan and two thousand guan.
However, he knew the noble man's temper very well, so he was right to "blackmail" him with two thousand strings.
"One more thing, go check with the right minister of the Ministry of Industry to see which of the children in the family is talented. If he has good character, praise him."
After finishing speaking, Huang Si touched the needle-like beard stubble on his chin and smiled slightly.