Bai Dong was very moved and even felt like he wanted to cry.

As early as in his previous life, he had a little yearning for the life of a petty bourgeoisie. Unfortunately, although the income of a Chinese lawyer is not low, it is the most difficult job. His working hours belong to judges and parties, and his private time also belongs to judges and parties. Those who have no friends in this circle are all smart guys who can go up to Monkey Mountain by just getting fur together. The faint, sour and rotten life of a petty bourgeoisie is far away from him. It is a dream to sit in a coffee shop on the corner on a rainy day and drink coffee and listen to jazz.

After coming to this world, he struggled for survival first, then for Lao Qin, and even struggled in the little princess's fragrant car... Now that he has money and power, his mood is still unable to settle down. There is no coffee in this world, but there will be fragrant tea; there is no jazz, but there will be Yale music, but when can he sit down and relax completely, and it will be corrupt and sour last time?

Mr. Xu is simply an outstanding representative of the petty bourgeoisie of this era. When he walked into the pavilion, he found that the ground was covered with good Lantian jade. Bai Dong and Gongzi Yinqi had just sat down, and a chef in the garden pushed a unique kitchen truck. There were cauldrons and stoves on the car, which looked like the style of cooking beef pie for guests in a later Western restaurant. It turned out that the milk pastry cake that Gongzi Yinqi was most looking forward to was not simple. It needed to knead fresh milk and malt sugar with the best wheat flour. After mixing a large bucket of milk noodles, it was also stirred continuously with a wooden stick. After the milk gluten was made, the most essence was used to make crisp cakes thinner than paper. When it was hot, it was sweet and had a taste of Western pastries in later generations.

After eating a few delicious milk pastry cakes, there were beautiful men and women dressed in snow-white palace costumes coming with fruits, including peaches, pears, persimmons, cherries and other fruits. Among them, there were lychees produced by Chudi!

There are actually things that suit the situation in all seasons. It can be seen that Xu Yukun's house has a huge ice cellar. Baijiazhuang also has ice cellars now. It is made by Bai Dong's use of saltpeter to make ice. However, his ice must have been brought from the swallow land. The transportation and ice consumption are consumed. The cost is more than a huge million yuan? This is the real bourgeoisie, which can make money and spend, and stimulate domestic demand.

Young Master Yinqi is like a proletarian who has never seen the world. He just took a sip of wine and rushed down the milk cake stuffed in his mouth, and he was busy peeling lychees. His level was definitely better than Yang Guifei. With a light pinch with one hand, the snow-white and crystal lychee meat was exposed naked, and he never was polite to others. Xu Gong looked at him with a smile, as if nothing unexpected happened. It was obvious that this guy was a foodie, no wonder he would be ridiculed by Zou Ji in the future.

"I read Bai Zi's poem "Cuju Xing" that day. It was a natural poem. I didn't expect Bai Zi to be more powerful in transforming corruption. I gave it a casual guide to help the Fan family's business club turn defeat into victory, which made Ruoshi infinitely shocked. I didn't expect that Lao Qin would appear like Bai Zi, who had always been prejudiced against Lao Qin before. It was a big mistake. I punished him for a cup. I wonder if it would make Bai Zi relieved?"

Mr. Xu's name is Yukun, but even in front of Mr. Yinqi, he called himself Yukun. Now that he saw Bai Dongqian calling his name, he showed his importance to Bai Dong. Mr. Yinqi squeezed his eyes and secretly stretched out his thumbs to Bai Dong. Brother Bai, you are amazing, and only in front of Master Meng and my father, Xu Yukun would be so humble.

Before Bai Dong could speak, Xu Ruoshi raised the wine master and drank it all. Today he drank Zhao wine. Zhao wine was fierce and unparalleled in the world. Although it was not as strong as Bai Dong's secret liquor. It was probably more than twenty degrees. This one was three or three taels. When he sipped, his handsome face turned red, adding a bit of the unique charm of a "beauty". Li Niang looked at him affectionately, danced her slender fingers, and bounced a "pheasant flying towards the sky".

Xu Ruoshi stood up and started to trick him. Immediately someone brought a woven wreath, walked to Li Niang, gently put it on her head, exchanged an ambiguous look, then walked to Bai Dong's base, presented him with a freshly baked milk cake, peeled two lychees, and smiled and said, "Does Bai Zi like this song?"

"Bai didn't understand the rhythm, so he made Yu Kun laugh at him."

"Haha, Bai Zi is too humble. How can he create the new style of poetry if he is a person who does not understand music? Mr. Poetry, how about he betrayed Ruoshi first, and then correct Ruoshi axe?"

After saying that, he bowed slightly, his beautiful eyes flowed, and looked at Bai Dong with a smile. Seeing that the famous Bai Zi was also instantly stunning for his beauty, he walked to the pavilion with satisfaction and chanted a new poem he had just written: "The jade steps are soaked in silver dew, the silk stockings are fragrant, the jade curtain is slowly rolled up, and the moon in the sky is exquisite. Bai Zi thinks what? You must give me advice..."

"Yu Kun Gong wrote a good poem, which is the current scene. The moon is condensed in the jade steps in the pavilion, and the beauty's socks are fragrant by the water. This is a close scene. When I rolled up the jade curtain and looked at the delicate moon in the sky from afar, I looked into the distance again. The one who was wet with silk stockings must be the girl Li Niang? There are scenes in this poem, some people, and some feelings, and I vaguely compare the beauty to the moon in the sky. I send my lovesickness to you. I want to congratulate the girl Li Niang. Is Yu Kun Gong very kind to you?"

Xu Yukun is obviously a specialty "qingen" thing, but he has a pair of peach blossom eyes. He is just the first time he came, and he actually secretly sent a secret message? Such a person must be punished. Bai Dong deliberately explained the poem in front of more than a dozen beautiful women and men in the pavilion. As expected, as soon as he finished speaking, Li Niang was so embarrassed that she couldn't live a life of shame. Xu Yukun also blushed slightly and looked at Bai Dong with some angrily. She was still full of charm. Even Bai Dong, the pure straightforward man, was actually a little moved by him.

This is a male fox. If you want someone to die, you should get to the topic as soon as possible. You can't talk about these romantic things with him. After all, this is a guy who likes men and women, and he is a man and woman who plays all in love with each other.

"Bai Zi is worthy of being a young poet. She interprets the poems so well. Tonight, the moon is in the sky. I wonder if I can write a poem to lead the way with the moon as the title?"

The moon was in the sky and the beauty was beside him. Xu Ruoshi obviously refused to let Bai Dong go lightly. The young master also cheered because he filled up all the fruit cakes and said, "Mr. Yu Kun is good for this proposal, I agree!"

"The beautiful scenery and good night, there should be a good sentence, but Dong is not in the mood..." Bai Dong shook his head slightly, looking sad.

"Why did Bai Zi say this?"

"The Qin Dynasty had a severe drought, and more than a dozen counties including Lantian had no grains. Although Dong had little assets, it was just a drop in the bucket, which was difficult to solve the urgent problem. The elders of my hometown were not allowed to wrap their stomachs and swam into the water and fire. Dong called him "Xiao Shijun" here, "Good wine and food, beauties accompany you, singing the wind and the moon, how can I bear it? Where can I still have the mood to write poetry, I am afraid that the more I write, the deeper the guilt."

"What a good Bai Zi! I am worthy of being the name of Xiao Shijun. Every word is Zhuji, which is something that Ruoshi has never heard of, and his predecessors have never heard of. Bai Zi doesn't need to worry. Xu Ruoshi has nothing else, but he just has a lot of food. Now he is willing to exchange for a masterpiece of Bai Zi. What do Bai Zi think?"

This is the real literary lover. He only talks about ten thousand stones of rice, which means a million kilograms of grain! The mistake is that he is a huge businessman who specializes in salt and grain, otherwise even if Bai Dong has money, he will have nowhere to buy it.

"Yu Kun Gong is so generous. Dong comforts him deeply that he should have a masterpiece." Bai Dong stood up, slowly walked in the pavilion for a few steps, and chanted: "There is no words left and the moon is silent, the bright moon is light and the people are affectionate..."

However, Xu Ruoshi's eyes lit up when he heard the first two sentences, and Li Niang turned her head and looked at Bai Dong. She looked at the little poet carefully again.

The so-called good poems should be expressed from the heart and meet the situation. Bai Dong's poem is not from famous artists like Li Bai and Du Fu, but a poem "Farewell on the Moon Night" by Li Ye, a woman in the middle Tang Dynasty. It was originally sad and not in line with the current situation, but he just expressed his feelings of worrying about the country and the people; as a Qin man, in Qi, thousands of miles away, there was a banquet in Xuyuan, but the people in his hometown were suffering from water and fire. The state of mind and this poem are blended with water and milk. Even petty-bourgeois figures like Xu Ruoshi and Li Niang can truly feel that he misses his hometown and is worried about the disaster.

"I'm so moved, don't you add a few thousand stones?"

Bai Dong took a few more steps, so he sang the appetite of everyone, and then slowly chanted the last two sentences: "After farewell, I miss you like the moon. The water in the clouds reaches the mountain city!"

"Okay! What a cloud-like water to the strata city. Bai Zi created a new style of poetry that really eliminates the rules of the verse and verse, not by quantity, but by quality! Especially this last sentence, it sweeps away the previous sentence's sorrow, and strives hard to reach the nine heavens. Bai Zi rest assured that with Xu Ruoshi, he can help the old Qin disaster victims get rid of the water and fire and go straight to the upper clouds!"

Xu Ruoshi laughed loudly, and still felt that he was not enough to cheer. He turned to a handsome man and said, "Yulanger, how much food does my family have in Linzi?"

"In the previous Cuju competition, Gong lost to Baizi for 5,000 gold and 1,000 stones of grain, and just lost 10,000 stones. My family kept 15,000 stones of grain in Linzi all year round, and there were still 4,000 stones of grain..."

"Too little! How much food is left in the branches in various places?"

"If we count the branches of the countries where we are located, there will be a total of 235,837 stones!"

"Fei Ge sent a letter and ordered each branch to mobilize half of the stored grain, gather 100,000 stones and then transport it to Qin State. It will be accepted by someone designated by Bai Zi. It must be handled quickly and must not be perfunctory!"

Hundred Thousand Stones! Even Bai Dong was a little shocked. He never expected that Xu Yukun was such a person of temperament. He was willing to take out half of the food he had saved for himself and plagiarized a Tang poem for himself?

"Yukun, although the grain is owned by the Xu family, it is probably inappropriate for you to mobilize so much grain to other countries?" Li Niang frowned slightly. My cousin has always been calm in his work, but today it is abnormal.

"What's wrong? Bai Zi and I have a similar personality, Qin Qi has always been friendly and has a marriage friendship. Now Qin is suffering from a severe drought, and both public and private should help each other. Moreover, the prince is also on the spot, which can prove that what I, Xu Ruoshi do is upright and bright."

Such a person who values ​​love and righteousness and openness is naturally worthy of Bai Dong's thanks. When he walked to the most beautiful man in Qi State, Bai Dong took the initiative to hold his smooth hands: "Yukun, thank you."

"Is it too early to say thank you at this time? Ruoshi once heard that Bai Zi once said to Master Meng and others that this should be salt and grain. Now that the grain has been solved, does Bai Zi teach me about salt?"

Xu Ruoshi smiled and looked at Bai Dong. As the largest salt merchant in Qi, if he didn't know that the method of making fine salt in Wei was from this Qingxi disciple, it would be a waste of time...

Ps: That day, the 4,000 words of each chapter were to motivate myself, and Guangda also decided to work hard and write from now on. But sometimes I was exhausted because I was energetic. For example, there were only more than 3,000 words in this chapter. Everyone would not blame me, Guangdada has made great progress...
Chapter completed!