The pastoral life of the reborn farmer

Chapter 63

Shen Ling brought the poems he wrote and sent them to Elder Fu himself, with a calm expression, and cupped his hands: "Sir, look at this copy."

Elder Fu took the paper, raised his eyes and asked, "What? The next person will bring it together?" Didn't they all bring a dozen or ten sheets before?

Shen Ling smiled, "Maybe you will be satisfied with this one, so I took it myself."

Old Fu stroked his beard, and suddenly said, "Okay!" He seemed to understand what Shen Ling meant, so he lowered his head. I went to see it, and when I saw the last sentence, my eyes lit up again, and I praised: "Good poem! It is catchy, but full of charm, especially the last sentence, good sentence! Good sentence! It is enough to be passed down through the ages! Good poem! "

Shen Ling looked at Old Fu's excited appearance, and felt a little relieved. At least this person really didn't have any other purpose. This person should be purely a poet, so he was attracted by the poems on the invitation. In order to get the second half of the queer, he will stay here for so long and play with him for so long.

Fu Lao raised his head, the old and somewhat cloudy eyes seemed to be shining cunningly, Shen Ling unconsciously raised his vigilance, and his expression became more and more respectful, "Who wrote this poem?" Fu Lao asked.

Shen Ling cupped his hands, "This person doesn't want to be famous because of this, so I asked me not to say his name, and please don't blame him."

"What is this! Can we adults eat him?" People spoke.

Mr. Fu raised his hand to stop the people around him from continuing to speak, and looked at Shen Ling, just when Shen Ling thought that Mr. Fu would continue to ask questions, he was ready to properly release the name of the third son of Mu, and then returned to his age. The marriage was going on so that the other party couldn't blame him, but Old Fu nodded. "If you don't want to say it, don't say it!"

Shen Ling's words were already in his throat, and he was waiting for a reply, but he didn't want the enemy to retreat first, and Shen Ling almost blushed.

"What's wrong with Boss Shen?" Noticing that Shen Ling's expression was a little strange for a while, Mu Futai said casually.

"It's okay, just nervous." Shen Ling smiled.

"What are you nervous about? I'm not a wicked person either." Old Fu laughed when he heard this, and it seemed that he had a benevolent purpose.

Shen Ling also laughed, "Although the adults are dressed in regular clothes, they have their own dignity. Shen Ling is naturally a little nervous."

Fu Lao nodded, "You don't have to be afraid, I'm just here for poetry, and, as you said, I can't see the tombs of the heroes of the five tombs, and I have no flowers, no wine, and hoes. I should have some hermit demeanor, but why do I look like a common

man who cares about power and status?" He wrote it! Although he hinted that Mr. Fu's poem was the original version, he never said that he wrote it, right? When did he give Old Fu such an illusion? !

Mr. Fu obviously didn't finish his emotion, "As the saying goes, the little one is hidden in the wild, and the big one is hidden in the city, this is a real hermit!" After speaking, he looked at Shen Ling with an inscrutable expression.

Shen Ling: ...

there is indeed something wrong!

"Come on, the wine has been tasted, the poems have been selected, we should go too." Fu Lao looked at Mu Futai, Mu Futai nodded and stood up.

"Boss Shen doesn't need to send it." Old Fu smiled and raised his hand to stop Shen Ling from sending it off. "You are busy with you."

When Mu Futai and his party were sent away, Shen Ling was still a little bit deceived, but he couldn't do this kind of thing. He explained that the people behind him had already gathered around, "Where's the poem? Where's the poem! Where's the poem that the lord finally chose?!" Everyone seemed to be hungry when they saw the food, and their eyes were shining brightly at Shen Ling, who was being stared at. The back was cold, and he quickly asked the servants to bring the poems to everyone.

After everyone circulated it, they tasted it again. Not a single one of them was screaming for snacks. They were really immersed in the poems, and they completely reached the realm of forgetting food that Mr. Fu said. .

"Sure enough, it's a good poem, I'm afraid that this poem will be famous for eternity, alas, it's a pity that I can't learn it well!" Some people beat their heads and feet, feeling that they missed the opportunity, or they regretted why they couldn't write such poems.

"Boss, who wrote this poem?" Someone finally remembered and came over and asked, which immediately attracted the attention of a group of people.

Shen Ling felt that it was time to explain that this poem was not written by him, so he coughed and said, "It's also one of the guests present, but he doesn't want to be named, and I promised him that I can only help He keeps it a secret, please don't blame him."

Look! It's the guest, not him! He is the master!

Everyone is a civilized person who has read the book. Since others don't want to talk, they don't want to ask, but they still get together to guess who it is, and some people guess on Mu San Gongzi, Shen Ling silently turned around and left, ready to go. Let the servants bring a wave of snacks first, and give these people a belly pad. It is estimated that when they pass the heat, they will be thinking about dispersing in twos and threes!

On the other side, Mu Futai sat on the side of Mr. Fu's carriage, and Mr. Fu said, "You are an interesting little friend. As you said, you are a person who is indifferent to fame and fortune."

Mu Futai was still a little puzzled. "Elder Fu thinks this poem was written by him?"

Elder Fu chuckled and nodded. "Isn't it? You said that this person is not interested in fame and fortune, and he even tried his best to separate himself from your Mu family, but you couldn't win him over, but this person is obviously talented in imperial examinations and a genius doctor, but he has to choose business. One of the ways is that he is unwilling to become a scholar, and his personality is evident. In addition, this poem is unrestrained and unrestrained, and it shows the style of a hermit everywhere, doesn't it coincide with this person?"

"Even if there are similarities, it is not necessarily true. Is it written by him?" Mu Futai laughed: "Maybe it is really in an ancient book?"

Old Fu shook his head slightly, "Maybe! But I have read a lot of books since I was a child, and I have a lot of books in my family, but I have never even heard of the poems that came out of my mouth, or even heard of them. Anyone who has heard such good sentences has never heard of them. , I should also be impressed, or leave a record, but not only this poem, but also the poem of Bifangjiu, I have never heard of it, I have never seen it, and I don't know if it was written by him, or if it is really I'm really ignorant.

" After Mr. Fu said this, Mu Futai was not sure, but he still focused on what Shen Ling saw from the ancient books. After all, Shen Ling's master was a hermit who saw the dragon but didn't see the end. Maybe Are these poems written by Shen Ling's master? Not surprising!

However, he did not intend to be completely frank with Fu Lao. Shen Ling was a person with superb medical skills, and he did not want Fu Lao to know. Shen Ling inherited it from a hermit in the mountains. If it arouses the curiosity of Old Fu, and forcibly takes people away as a doctor, it is actually not good for the Mu family. Shen Ling and the two sons of the Mu family are on good terms, and they will definitely be willing to help the Mu family when necessary. , but if it is taken away by Fu Lao, I am afraid that this relationship will also become an enemy, and Fu Lao will not necessarily give the Mu family any benefits.

Mu Futai nodded, "Old Fu is right, it's really strange."

Mr. Fu narrowed his eyes and didn't mention it further, although Shen Ling was a little witty, knew some medical skills, and even passed Tong Sheng's exam, he praised him as a genius doctor. Yes, a talent in the imperial examinations, but in Fu Lao's eyes, he is just an ordinary talent that can be seen everywhere, and it is not worth his attention at all. There are many talents in the capital, and there are many real genius doctors. .

Shen Ling finally ended the poetry party, sent the guests away, and everyone dispersed to rest.

The next day, when it was just dawn, the servants of the Mu residence came to Shen Ling's house to place an order, and the servants bowed to Shen Ling, "Mr. Shen, this order belongs to the distinguished guest of the Mu residence, and he will order it soon. I set off and left, I want to buy a batch of Bifang wine and peach blossom wine to take with me."

"Okay." Shen Ling nodded.

"The distinguished guest said that Bifang wine is not easy to preserve, so I took less for the time being

, and I would ask for more peach blossom wine." "I understand, I will have someone accompany you to pick up the goods."

Shen Ling sent Mu Mansion away . After the servants were hired, there was an endless stream of people coming to the family, most of them were servants of big families, and some came to buy wine to sell in their own restaurants.

Shen Ling simply asked people to find Shang Xian and accompany him to work together. Shang Xian's calligraphy was good. Shen Ling took a look and became more and more sure that Shang Xian was not born in poverty, otherwise he would not be able to practice such a brush. Literally, people from a good family background in Chuzhou are also called Shangxian, but there are not many, right? Shen Ling put the thought to the bottom of his heart.

"There is no stock." Shang Xian leaned over and whispered.

Shen Ling paused.

"Originally, we were considered bold and brewed a lot of wine, but we couldn't stop the number of people buying wine, and we were about to run out of wine." Shang Xian said, holding the account book, "There are dozens of jars for a big family. I really can't show it, what should I do? Who do we offend?" Shang Xian pretended to be ready to roll up his sleeves and fight at any time, but he didn't say anything wrong, he came to buy it today Those who drink are not ordinary people, no matter how bad they are, they are also merchants in Huaizhou. If they don't give alcohol to anyone, they will offend.

Shen Ling rubbed his brows with a headache, and said, "Bifang wine is easy to say, the brewing cycle is short, but peach blossom wine takes at least a month or two to brew, and there are not so many peach blossoms available." The peach blossoms that can be acquired within a radius of a hundred miles have actually been acquired almost, and so are the lotus flowers.

"What about raising the price?" Shen Ling said suddenly.

"I've carried it, and they're all from big families. What they care about is face, not money. If they don't mind, they just want Bifang wine and peach blossom wine." Shang Xian said.

Shen Ling sighed, "I still have a day when I worry about too many buyers."

Shang Xian expressed his unwilling sympathy with his eyes, and said, "Why don't you go out and apologize, saying that the wine is really not enough?"

"No, the peach blossom wine is not for sale for the time being, just leave it." Shen Ling said.

"What about the guests?" Shang Xian was a little surprised.

"It's just that there is no more wine, and it can't be sold. It's not how many things you want, how can you sell them indefinitely?" Shen Ling said calmly: "Since you want to offend, then offend all at once! This is not the case. Offended, who made them all come late?"

Shang Xian thought for a while and nodded, "Sure, they came late anyway, and it's not that we deliberately didn't sell them to them. Besides, there are so many people, and there is no objection to them. Whoever meant it, it's not an offense."

"How much peach wine is left?"

"One wine cellar."

Shen Ling: ...

Shang Xian seemed to see what Shen Ling meant, widened his eyes and said, "Am I as a steward? Should we plan ahead? It's really not enough to sell like this!"

Shen Ling rubbed his brows, "What about Bifang wine?"

"This is less, there are still more than a dozen tanks, mainly because they were sold at a reduced price in the restaurant before you came back. There are too many, and someone asked me just now how the price has risen so fast, and Bifang wine was less than half the price of this a few days ago!"

"Then what do you say?" Shen Ling said quickly.

"I said, when Bifang wine was brewed, the boss wasn't there, and the servants set the price arbitrarily, thinking that it would be fine to sell it, how did they know? I didn't see that the boss would rather not sell Bifang wine or give it a low price when he came back? Besides, haven't you heard of it at the Poetry Conference? The honored guest of Mufutai, the lord, is the most favorite of the people is Bifang wine, this thing, the laity can't see its value, without that vision, the real high-level scholar is talented You know how good it is." Shang Xian said, "Don't worry, I'll keep people speechless."

Shen Ling:

"Okay!" Shen Ling nodded, it would be nice if she could come back.

"By the way, I'm going to Chengxian to order a batch of peach vase, write the poem on the bottle, and make it into a white-glazed blue-and-white wine bottle. You can watch the scene in Huaizhou."

"Yes, you can rest assured . ." Shang Xian nodded.