The Young Master Is Fierce Chapter 6: Putting pen to paper

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Linjiang City, Linjiang Academy.

Dong Shulan, dressed in white, was sitting quietly in front of a lotus pond, holding a book with a calm eyebrow.

The lotus leaves are stretched out in the lotus pond, and the flowers are in bud, waiting to bloom.

"Miss, the head of the Fu family left Linjiang at 10 o'clock today and went to the direction of Xiacun. He said it was... the Dragon Boat Festival and he wanted to express condolences to the villagers."

Dong Shulan turned a page of the book and whispered: "This old fox...where is his son?"

"Go back to Miss, his son is going with him."

Dong Shulan took a breath, still calm.

"Tonight's Linjiang Poetry Recital... I originally wanted to meet the head of the Fu family and apologize for what happened to his son... By the way, I would like to talk about the grain merchant, but he actually left early. You said, he is Intentionally or...unintentionally?"

Xiao Qi, the maid next to her, was stunned for a moment and said, "Slave, I don't know."

"I'll just say it casually... Linjiang Poetry Society, since it's a poetry society, the talents in Linjiang must not miss out on their close relatives. The Banshan Academy should especially give enough face to tell those students that Linjiang is a poetry society." Mr. Li from Jiang, Mr. Tian and others will all participate, and Mr. Qin will also go. As for the four major cloth merchants and the three major grain merchants... let’s dry them out for now.”

Xiao Qi bowed to accept the order and was about to turn around and leave when Dong Shulan suddenly put down the scroll and smiled.

"Go ahead and arrange it. I will leave the city early tomorrow morning."

"Where are you going, miss?"

"Xia Cun!"

……

The night wind swayed the lanterns, and the yellowish light filled the courtyard.

Fu Xiaoguan and Bai Yulian sat opposite each other, with four cold dishes already placed on the stone table.

"Where's the wine?"

"Wait a moment."

Bai Yulian looked at the boy in front of her carefully. The sixteen-year-old boy's face was as calm as a mountain, and his eyes were as deep as water.

He saw the nervousness on the young man's face when he was stabbed head-on in the morning, but what he didn't expect was that the young man didn't dodge in haste.

If that knife falls, the young man will be broken into two halves.

When he turned around in the air, he knew that this was the young master's house, but he still slashed the knife, not thinking about it, just to scare him.

The young man was not frightened by that knife, and even because of that knife, the young man actually wanted to accept him.

If he can really brew that strong liquor, then there's no harm in following him. At least this young man has a courage that ordinary people don't have.

Fu Xiaoguan did not look at Bai Yulian or chat with Bai Yulian. He looked down at the pamphlets.

When Chunxiu brought two more plates of cooked food, there was a rush of footsteps at the door of the inner courtyard.

"The wine is coming."

Fu Xiaoguan said casually, but still did not raise his head.

Bai Yulian looked over Fu Xiaoguan's shoulder and saw Master Fu trotting in with Chuck Yiyu and Master Liu.

"It's done, it's done!"

Master Fu shouted excitedly.

"Master, Master, this method is really feasible!"

Fu Xiaoguan closed the booklet and put it in his arms, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work, how about... try it together?"

Master Liu hurriedly replied: "The young man and the host's butler have already tasted this wine when it comes out of the pot. Master, please taste it. How does it meet your expectations?"

Fu Daguan sat down and said to Chunxiu: "Serve the wine!"

Chunxiu picked up the pot and poured the wine. The aroma of the wine overflowed. Bai Jade Lotus's nose twitched slightly, and her eyes suddenly brightened.

He picked up the wine glass, put it to his nose and took a deep sniff, "Good wine!"

He raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp. The fiery taste burned his taste buds and roared down, as if it exploded in his chest.

He held his breath for a moment, took a deep breath, slapped his hands on the stone table, and shouted: "Good wine!"

"Is it done?" Fu Xiaoguan asked with a smile.

"It's done!" Bai Yulian agreed without hesitation, and Fu Xiaoguan was overjoyed, "Chunxiu, please fill it up for Brother Bai, we'll wait and drink together!"

The wine is strong but not mellow. For Bai Yulian and Fu Daguan, who were accustomed to drinking low-alcohol wine before, this wine is already top-grade, better than Hong Xiuzhao's Tianxiang wine, but for Fu Xiaoguan... This thing really doesn't work.

"How long does it take for this wine to become wine?" Fu Daguan looked at Master Liu and asked.

"The wine yield is extremely low... I estimate that one pound of grain can be turned into about 2 taels of wine."

Fu Daguan frowned and whispered: "This wine is brewed from rice. One stone of rice is equivalent to one hundred and twenty kilograms. The market price is two thousand cash. One kilogram of rice is seventeen cash, and the wine is twenty taels... this Isn’t two drinks the cost of nine cents?”

He looked up at Chuck and asked: "Yu Fuji's wine...how much is one tael?"

"Back to my lord, Yu Fuji's wine costs five cents and one tael," he paused, and then said, "This wine is different from Yu Fuji's. The previous wine was made of wheat or rice and was not...distilled. A pound of grain turns into more than four taels of wine."

Fu Daguan thought for a moment and said: "In this case, the price of this wine must be at least fifteen cents to make a profit."

Fu Xiaoguan waved his hand and said with a smile: "I will decide the price of this wine."

"That's fine." Fu Daguan did not object. Anyway, this wine was made by his son. Anyway, Yu Fuji is his own. He can sell it however he likes, as long as he is happy.

Only a few days later, when Yu Fuji was lining up to buy the wine, Fu Daguan was really surprised when he heard the price of the wine!

How can this money be so easily earned?

"Does this wine have a name?" Bai Yulian asked.

"It's called... Xishan Qiongjiang."

"Good name!"

"Master Liu, from now on, all the original wines will use this distillation method. You will do more research before looking for improvement strategies. In addition... Butler Zhang, find a shady place under the Western Mountain and dig a cellar. , be deep, be big.”

The two of them resigned and left. Neither Fu Daguan nor Bai Yulian asked what they were doing in the cellar. They just thought that the young master wanted to store some ice cubes in winter to cool down in summer.

There is not much wine in the pot. When the moon rises above the willow trees, the wine is exhausted. The main reason is that Bai Jade Lotus drinks too much.

He was a little tipsy and laughed to himself, but after drinking half a catty, the lunch was more than three catties. It was really good wine.

"Son, thank you and leave."

Bai Yulian stood up, Fu Xiaoguan waved his hand calmly, and watched his back disappear behind the moon gate.

The father and son and Chunxiu were the only ones left in the courtyard.

Chunxiu has been in the government since she was a child, and Fu Daguan did not treat her as an outsider.

"My son..." Fu Daguan's face turned red, waving a fan and holding a pot of tea, "If your mother was still here, how happy would she be?"

Fu Daguan said a lot that night, maybe because he was drunk, or maybe because these words have been suppressed in his heart for too long.

He talked about the ridiculous things Fu Xiaoguan had done before, and how the wealthy merchants in Linjiang complimented him openly but sneered at him secretly. It is said that a certain family's son has won the imperial examination and will go to Beijing to take the examination, and that a certain family's son is rich and talented in literature and so on.

Comparing his own son with other people's sons may be a common problem among fathers, but Fu Xiaoguan doesn't mind. What's more, Fu Daguan is more praising his repentant son.

"As the ancients said, a prodigal son will never be able to exchange for gold when he comes back. My son... must not let down this... good time!"

Fu Daguan fell asleep while talking, with a smile on his fat and reddish face, which was a sign of relief.

Fu Xiaoguan kept listening without saying a word. He recognized his father a little more in his heart and understood a little more about himself before.

……

After settling his father down, Fu Xiaoguan sat quietly in the room, thought for a moment, and said to Chunxiu: "Xiu'er, polish your ink."

Chunxiu did not resist the name Xiu'er, and was even a little happy. She took the inkstone and carefully ground the ink, thinking that the young master had... not touched a pen for several years.

Fu Xiaoguan didn't want to write anything, but wanted to practice his calligraphy.

I practiced it when I was in primary school in my previous life, but then discarded it. Now I feel very awkward when I pick up a pen.

The pen was suspended on the paper, and a drop of ink fell down, staining the paper with a halo of ink and scattering in all directions. The paper was considered useless.

"This paper... is too bad."

"Master, this is paper from Moxiangzhai, there is nothing better than this."

"Well...I know."

I changed a piece of paper and this time the pen fell down.

Nan Gezi. Travel

The mountains and the singing eyebrows are converged, and the waves are the same as the drunken eyes.

Tourists all go to the thirteenth floor.

Don’t envy Zhuxi Gechui and ancient Yangzhou.

The wild millet was grown in Lianchang, and the Qiongyi fell into the jade boat.

Whose water tune is the first to sing? The sound flies around the green mountains and leaves the clouds in the evening.

Stop writing, Fu Xiaoguan frowned. This brush was really difficult to control. This word... was really ugly!

Chunxiu came closer and his eyes fell on the paper... This word is really difficult for the young master.

Hey, the words written by the young master are quite good.

Chunxiu is literate, but of course he has no research on poetry. It is just that the literary style of the Yu Dynasty was at its peak and talented people emerged in large numbers. For a girl of sixteen or seventeen like Chunxiu, the stories of talented people and beautiful ladies are of course very attractive, and how many times are there? I have heard some poems passed down by Linjiang talents, especially the four great talents in Linjiang. Every time there are poetry gatherings, extremely beautiful poems flow out and are widely sung.

But the lyrics written by his own young master... This somewhat subverts Chunxiu's perception.

"Who did this...?"

After Fu Xiaoguan finished reading "Three Dynasties Poetry Relief", he went to Fu Mansion Library again and confirmed that there are no outstanding people in this world, so he smiled faintly and said, "This is written by this young master!"

Chunxiu opened her mouth and took a breath, "Master..."

"Yeah."

"Nothing."

"Don't believe me? Bring me some paper, and I will compose another song for you to see."

Chunxiu laid out the paper and looked forward to it. Fu Xiaoguan picked up the pen and stroked it, and it was done in one stroke.

The words are still so ugly, but this poem amazes Chunxiu.

Jiangbei moon, the clear night is full of the west building.

When the clouds fall and open, the ice spits out the mirror, and the jade hook sinks deep in the waves.

When will the circle be closed?

The stars are far apart, and the wind and frost are entering the new autumn.

The red osmanthus does not know how to shake, but Su'e is sad to say goodbye.

The sky is together.

Stop writing, "How?"

Chunxiu’s little heart almost popped out, “Excellent!”

"Of course it's great!" Fu Xiaoguan laughed, put down his pen, stood up and walked around the room, "Master, was I ridiculous before?"

Chunxiu nodded, then thought about it, and quickly shook his head.

The young master is a scholar. Now that the young master has put pen to paper, in the past, the young master must have kept a low profile and bided his time!

Yes, that’s it. Otherwise, who would dare to believe it?

Chunxiu didn't know the level of these two poems, but she instinctively felt that they should be very high. If these two poems were released, Linjiang Talent would probably have a position as a young master.

Fu Xiaoguan rubbed Chunxiu's head, stood in front of the window, looked at the stars and moon in the sky, was silent for a moment, and said: "Actually... Young Master, I was really ridiculous before, but I won't be anymore."

"It's late at night, everyone goes back to his home, everyone finds...sleep."