"Let's go out and take a look."

Chen Youniao waved his hand. He has always been a rational person and believes that everything must have a cause and effect.

Haidai County is still lively, bustling and prosperous.

Wangcai led the way to a large teahouse outside. The teahouse was called "Pinmingxuan" and was quite famous. Many people often gathered here to drink tea and chat. The content of the chat was varied, and what kind of people said what kind of things.

In the past two days, a hot topic in the teahouse has been about the characters and poems of "Chen Youniao". It's not about how good these two are, but how expensive they are.

It is said that an original short poem written by Chen Youniao can be sold for one hundred taels of silver.

This price can be called a "sky-high price", which is comparable to the price of first-class famous artists. The retouching fees given by those famous artists are about the same.

But who is Chen Youniao?

The previous "little fame" was actually limited to a small circle and only appreciated by a certain group of people.

However, now, it has become famous in the streets and is talked about by people.

Whether the quality of poetry is good or bad, regardless of the basic level, what level can be achieved is full of subjectivity, and benevolent people have different opinions and the wise have different opinions, and everyone has a dispute. However, the price is clearly marked, which is very intuitive.

One hundred taels per poem, such a price, immediately attracted the attention of countless people, who all asked who Chen Youniao was.

In the ancient world, information was underdeveloped, and the dissemination of a lot of news still relied on word of mouth. As for human portraits, they were even more distorted.

Therefore, it is not easy to find out what kind of person Chen Youniao is.

Several days later, people learned about Chen Youniao. It turned out that he was just a young man studying in a different thatched cottage.

As a result, people became angry, felt deceived, and thought it was just a gimmick.

However, later, several famous Confucian scholars, including Master Meng, kept saying that this matter was true. Someone really paid a lot of money to buy Chen Youniao's calligraphy, painting, and poetry, but it must be the original work.

At this time, people believed it, but unfortunately there were very few works written by Chen Youniao on the market and it was difficult to find them. As for asking for them at home, they had the trouble of not knowing where Chen Youniao lived.

Speaking of which, Meng Beiliu and Chen Shanben never knew the location of the house where Chen Youniao lived.

There was no way, the place was remote, and Chen Youniao didn't take the initiative to say so.

The Chen Han brothers and sisters came to visit. They checked at the clan office and asked for details. Then they searched here for a while and found it.

There was no trace of his residence, which added a bit of mystery. People went to stay in the different Liucaotang. However, during this period, Chen Youniao happened to not go to class again...

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"Master, I went to see you. Several tea shops and restaurants are talking about you."

Wangcai said with a smile on his face: My young master is really in demand. One hundred taels of poems is like robbing money. No, robbing money is not such a good income.

Chen Youniao looked strange: "This routine is typical of hype."

Wangcai didn't understand and asked: "Hype? What is hype?"

Chen Youniao didn't answer and frowned.

Hype is mainly for profit. The problem is that if this is speculation, the biggest beneficiary is himself. Chen Youniao has no idea about this, which is strange.

He doesn't believe that anyone would praise him for no reason.

At the beginning, Master Meng's recommendation was already quite powerful. With Master Meng's character, it was impossible for him to spend a lot of money to buy poems.

So, who is it?

Chen Youniao couldn't figure out why. The other party's actions showed his connections and financial resources, as well as an indescribable influence, so he knew that he must be a person of considerable importance.

"Could it be said that the classic poems I transferred from "Wen Xin Diao Long" really developed a certain fan?"

He touched his chin, thoughtfully.

Wangcai couldn't help his joy and asked again: "Master, if they find out where you live, will they really come to block the door and ask for words and poems?"

Chen Youniao said angrily: "How do I know?"

I thought that this matter could not be kept secret for long. After becoming a scholar and a Taoist priest, my reputation suddenly spread and I could no longer keep a low profile.

Wangcai seemed to have thought of something and couldn't help but stamp his foot: "No."

Chen Youniao looked at him: "What's wrong?"

Wangcai said regretfully: "Master, when I cleaned up some of the pens and inks you wrote before, I treated them as rubbish. If I keep them now, why don't I sell them for a few hundred taels of silver?"

Thinking of this, he regretted so much that he almost rolled his eyes. That was hundreds of taels of money.

Chen Youniao made a smacking sound on his lips. He was self-aware that it was impossible to sell all the failed pens and inks. Even if they could be sold, they wouldn't really be sold for that much.

It's very simple, there is nothing so unreasonable in the world.

The authentic works of some famous calligraphers and paintings are very precious and sought after by people at that time, but the popularity of these famous artists is often related to the year of their death. To put it bluntly, if this person is still alive, the price will not be too high, only if he is dead.

, after a long time of death, the works left behind become antiques, and the price will increase step by step.

There is no way, as long as people are still there, they can continue to create new works, thus affecting the market price of old works. Only when people die, those things become valuable and become valuable.

Applying this rule to Chen Youniao, you can see how illogical what is happening now is.

A guy who is less than 20 years old has written works that are snapped up for huge sums of money. Is the world crazy?

Anyway, Chen Youniao is not crazy.

When something goes wrong, there must be a monster.

After thinking for a while, Chen Youniao said: "Let's go to the school."

The clan sent a carriage over, and Wangcai acted as the driver. Although it was his first time doing this, he got started quickly and came in handy.

I chose this time to go to the thatched cottage mainly to thank Meng Beiliu in person for his recommendation.

When I arrived at the thatched cottage, I got off the carriage. It was no longer class time and the thatched cottage seemed quiet.

As his favorite disciple, Chen Youniao was already quite familiar with the servants and servants of the thatched cottage. Someone quickly went to report it and then led him in and took a seat in the hall.

After a while, Master Meng came out wearing a black robe, looking in good spirits.

Chen Youniao quickly stood up and saluted.

Master Meng stretched out his hand to signal him to sit down, and said with a smile: "Whatever, I was just thinking about how long you are going to be in seclusion for these days. How are you doing with your reading?"

Chen Youniao replied: "Shang Ke, I came here today specifically to thank the teacher for his recommendation."

Master Meng waved his hand and said, "It's just a matter of merit. There are quotas every year, so we have to find a suitable candidate. You can be recommended because your writing skills meet the standards. I am just doing it as a favor. To be honest, if you are normal,

If you take the boy's exam, you can still pass it in one go, but it will take more time."

Chen Youniao said respectfully: "This is kindness."

They chatted some more, and as it was getting late, he said goodbye and left. From the beginning to the end, he never asked about the sudden popularity outside of asking for words and poems.
Chapter completed!