"Gu Yu, you did a good job!"

On the roof of the building covered with blue tiles, the wind stirred up the black clothes.

Ji Qingzhu, wearing a bamboo hat on his head, looked at the grand scene of paper floating all over the city, but he was not happy. Instead, his chest heaved up and down, and he was obviously so angry that he felt a little painful.

Gu Yu, who was next to him, looked confused: "What does the shopkeeper mean?"

Ji Qingzhu pointed to the yellow straw paper flying in the sky: "What I want is snow falling all over the silver. Why do you have so many yellow straw papers? How can snow... be yellow?"

"..."

"Also, why does it only fall in front of these teahouses? Could it be that my snow can only fall on the teahouses? What about restaurants? At least let it float up to the restaurants!" Ji Qingzhu said again.

Gu Yu had a bitter look on his face, feeling twice as wronged.

"What you said, shopkeeper, is very light, but my subordinates can't do what you want! The boss doesn't know how expensive firewood, rice, oil and salt are. How much paper do you need if you want it to spread all over the city?

Where could I find so much paper overnight?

Moreover, where can I print it?

That’s it, I haven’t even slept a wink until now.

Still want to turn white paper?

The shopkeeper really doesn’t know how much a piece of white paper costs now?

If you sell Fuxiantang, you might be able to scrape it together, but if I really sell it, you’re probably going to hack me to death, right?”

At this point, Guyu added: "Just these few thousand pieces of yellow straw paper, plus the cost of overnight printing, it's already over fifty taels of silver!"

Of course, I still thought, ‘How much money does Fuxiantang have, doesn’t the shopkeeper have to count it?’, so I finally endured it.

Ji Qingzhu was somewhat surprised when he heard this: "Didn't I ask you to show the story to the [Iron Rooster]? Didn't he praise the story as a great one?"

"He liked it!"

"Then he won't pay for the paper money?"

"Shopkeeper, you also called Yang Fuzun the Iron Rooster. Do you really think that old man can give out paper money?" Gu Yu was a little confused.

"Alas...if there was a scholar in Fushan Hall, he wouldn't let that iron cock bully him." Ji Qingzhu sighed.

"Why?"

"A scholar knows how to settle accounts!"

"..." Guyu.

Does this mean I can’t settle accounts?

Wait!

Li Huaijin wants to steal my property!

Gu Yu felt bad, and was about to say that he had worked hard all these years without any merit, and that the shopkeeper should not treat me like this, but Ji Qingzhu did not give him this opportunity.

He spoke again: "What about the [Argument Conference] I asked the iron rooster to organize?"

"He agrees with this matter. According to the shopkeeper's wishes, the time is tonight, and the location is at [Luoxia River]." Gu Yu replied immediately.

"Why do you choose that boundary?" Ji Qingzhu frowned slightly.

"The shopkeeper doesn't know something. Normally, a defense meeting must be held at least three to five days in advance. Moreover, the [topic] of the defense will be released in advance for the literary talents to prepare. If it is decided on the same day like this

, but it was difficult to arrange, so it could only be placed by the Luoxia River."

"Is it because most literati are romantic?" Ji Qingzhu glanced at Gu Yu.

"Ahem!" Gu Yu coughed twice: "Shopkeeper Huoyan, I thought I had explained it very reasonably, but I didn't expect that the shopkeeper saw through it with one glance."

Do I know anything about you men?

Ji Qingzhu curled his lips: "The most fearful thing in the world is the value of people's words. I have begun to look forward to this debate meeting and how Li Huaijin will face the talents of Man Yinhua with one person's power."

"Are you sure that Li Huaijin will attend? I think it's more likely that he will stay behind closed doors."

"That's because you don't understand Li Huaijin!" Ji Qingzhu was full of confidence.

"It seems that Li Huaijin is destined to be unable to escape from the clutches of the shopkeeper."

"Oh, this is natural."

"Oops, I seem to have forgotten to add Li Huaijin's name after the story of "Nie Xiaoqian"!" Gu Yu suddenly slapped his head.

"???" Ji Qingzhu.

The scene was very embarrassing.

Ji Qingzhu's face turned dark after all, and he silently placed one hand on his waist.

There's a knife there!

"Shua!"

The sword light flashed past like a cold moon.

Of course Guyu ran away.

But it hurt a red apricot that had just poked its head out of the wall.

As a result, petals flew from the branches, fluttered, and landed at the door of the teahouse.

……

In front of the teahouse.

There is already a buzz of people.

Everyone was either discussing or reading with yellow straw paper.

They are all affected by the content of the story, such delicate writing, such affectionate female ghost, as well as the infatuated scholar, and the knight who wields a sword to conquer demons.

"Good story, really a good story!"

"I've heard a lot of strange and strange stories, but it's so exciting that I never hear them again!"

"I just don't know who wrote this story?"

Everyone shook their heads.

Because there is no signature on it.

And Chu Zhongbai and Wang Wen, who were also standing in front of the teahouse, naturally got yellow straw paper.

The three of them are all well-known talents in Yinhua Mansion. When everyone asked, their eyes naturally turned to Chu Zhongbai and others, wanting to hear their comments on this story.

"What a fantastic article!" The young man in black shirt was the first to express his opinion.

"Both the words of the article and the stories in it are all top-notch." Wang Wen also nodded: "Brother Chu, what do you think?"

"To be able to write such a wonderful story about a strange and strange story is really a unique story. Although this story has not received a lot of money, I think the talent in his heart is definitely beyond our reach." Chu Zhongbai said with a slight smile.

.

"Is it possible that it's the tour around Golden Scale City?" Wang Wen had some guesses.

"He? Haha, it's absolutely impossible." Chu Zhongbai smiled softly and shook his head: "Although Zhou You also compiled strange stories, he was only a scholar in the end. Those who can write such stories must be a scholar or even a Jinshi.

!"

"Brother Chu, what you said makes sense!"

Everyone approves of it.

How could such a story be written without the talent to promote people?

However, there are dozens of people in Yinhua Mansion who have the reputation of being a scholar, but I don’t know who is responsible for it?

Just when everyone was guessing, two government officials walked in at the door of the teahouse.

One is fat and the other is thin.

There are sabers hanging on their waists and they are wearing gray uniforms.

Everyone knows these two, the fat one is named Song Ding and the thin one is named Zhang Jia.

Seeing the two people arriving at the door of the teahouse, the waiter hurriedly wanted to greet him and shouted: "Why do you two officials have time to come to our teahouse to listen to books today?"

The two cadres ignored the waiter.

He came straight to Chu Zhongbai and the other three people: "Song Ding, I have met Mr. Chu."

"Brother Song is looking for me?" Chu Zhongbai was a little surprised.

"Yes, Lord Fu wants to hold a [Argument Conference] by the Luoxia River. It is scheduled for tonight. Because time is tight, we have to send us to invite him in person."

"Master Yang is going to hold a debate conference tonight?"

The three of them were puzzled.

Generally speaking, defense conferences are notified in advance, and are usually held by some wealthy nobles or wealthy businessmen who are interested in making friends with scholars.

I have never seen a defense conference organized by Mr. Yang personally.
To be continued...