Chapter 75 This poem was written by me
At the hour of You, as the sky darkened, Chu Qinghe, who had already made back all the money he had lost last night, decisively ended his afternoon card game and prepared to play again in the evening after burning incense, bathing, and changing clothes.
The three women who successfully won back the money they lost last night were still unsatisfied, but each of them was satisfied.
Looking at the quiet and well-behaved Xiao Zhao beside them, Dongfang Bubai and Yao Yue generously took out a ten-liang silver ingot, wrapped it in red cloth and handed it to Xiao Zhao.
Looking at the two women holding the red envelopes they won from him, Chu Qinghe curled his lips.
While Dongfang Bubai and Yao Yue were lighting the lanterns, Chu Qinghe took the two maids and walked into the kitchen.
Perhaps because of the intimate actions in the afternoon, Xiao Zhao was less reserved when facing Chu Qinghe.
A quarter of an hour later, looking at the double-pot on the stove that was divided into two sides in the middle, and then looking at the fresh ingredients placed around it, Dongfang Bubai showed a look of doubt.
“What kind of dish is this?”
Chu Qinghe said, "Hot pot."
As he spoke, Chu Qinghe handed the prepared dipping saucers to the girls.
After teaching the girls how to eat these ingredients and how long they needed to be boiled in the pot, Chu Qinghe picked up a piece of tripe and put it into the pot.
And when the two bowls were just blanched, they were lifted into the air.
Looking at the bowls that Dongfang Bubai and Yao Yue were both holding out to him, Chu Qinghe grinned.
After hesitating for a few breaths, his internal force burst out and the sword-shaped internal force actually cut the piece of tripe into two pieces, which Chu Qinghe then put into the two women's bowls respectively.
At this point, the two women who were fed by Chu Qinghe at the same time withdrew their hands one after another.
"Fortunately, there are only two of us, so we can still handle it."
Having successfully solved the current feeding problem, Chu Qinghe secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Women, sometimes having too many is not a good thing.
Here, when putting the tripe in the bowl into their mouths, feeling the crisp texture and the complex taste of the bottom of the pot and the dipping sauce, both Dongfang Bubai and Yaoyue's eyes lit up.
Then everyone picked up their chopsticks and started to boil the food themselves.
This is the case with both Dongfang Bubai and Yao Yue, not to mention Qu Feiyan and Xiao Zhao.
After taking the first bite, the two women basically entered a state of silence and just focused on eating.
Seeing the two women doing it themselves, Chu Qinghe finally felt relieved.
As Chu Qinghe took the tripe in his mouth, feeling the familiar texture and taste, he exclaimed "Wow" in his heart.
For some reason I feel that the time I spent on preparing ingredients and researching seasonings was not wasted.
Just like that, in this snowy scene, five people gathered around the stone table, their chopsticks constantly moving back and forth between their bowls and pots.
However, in less than half an hour, all the food placed around had been eaten up.
Even though Chu Qinghe ate the least, he felt extremely at ease with his slightly bulging belly.
"Sure enough, in winter, nothing can be more comfortable than eating hot pot."
Afterwards, Chu Qinghe decided to have another meal tomorrow.
After they took a short rest, Qu Feiyan and Xiao Zhao packed up their things. At Chu Qinghe's signal, they walked outside together.
The sky was already completely dark at this time, but in the Yu Shui city, it was no longer dark as it was at night. Instead, it was decorated with lights and there was an endless stream of people coming and going.
The sounds of firecrackers and children's laughter echoed on every street in the city, making it really lively.
Walking on the street, Qu Feiyan looked like he had just been released from prison, running around happily with Xiao Zhao.
Look here, buy there.
They had just finished their meal, but after the two girls walked around for a few circles, their hands were filled with candied haws and other snacks.
As a result, Chu Qinghe, Yao Yue and Dongfang Bubai also had a few more strings of food in their hands.
The annual lantern festival in Yu Shui City is a festival, but it is also a way for men and women in the city to find each other.
Many couples who get married in the city every year met each other during the Lantern Festival.
People like Chu Qinghe, Dongfang Bubai, Yao Yue and the other five were walking on the street. Under the light, they looked like the most beautiful scenery, attracting the attention of people passing by.
The women on the street all focused their eyes on Chu Qinghe, who was extraordinarily handsome and had a gentle temperament.
As for the men, they naturally stared at Dongfang Bubai and Yao Yue, who both had outstanding temperament and looks.
If they had met alone, no matter whether it was Chu Qinghe or Yao Yue and others, they would probably be approached by a bunch of people.
But Chu Qinghe and others happened to travel together.
The man wanted to step forward, but when he saw Yao Yue and Chu Qinghe beside Dongfang Bubai, he felt ashamed.
The woman wanted to tease Chu Qinghe, but she was deterred by the beauty of Yao Yue and Dongfang Bubai.
No one disturbed us along the way.
As a lantern festival, guessing lantern riddles and exchanging poems for lanterns are also eternal themes.
Just like now, while a few people were walking, there were flower stall owners and shop owners beside them constantly shouting and greeting them.
Qu Feiyan, who was attracted by the poem, turned her head and looked at Chu Qinghe and said, "Sir , do you know poetry?"
Facing Qu Feiyan's question, Chu Qinghe thought for a moment and said pertinently, "I can recite it by heart."
However, Qu Feiyan obviously did not realize that being able to recite poetry and being able to compose poetry are two completely different things.
When he heard the word "meeting", he pulled Chu Qinghe to a lantern shop where people exchanged poems for lanterns.
At the same time, he said to Chu Qinghe, "Sir, I just checked. In other shops, one poem can only be exchanged for two or three lanterns. In this shop, one poem can be exchanged for five. It's just right for us to have one each."
The shopkeeper next to him smiled and added, "If the poem is good, it can be exchanged for five lanterns. Would you like to try? It only costs ten cents."
As he spoke, Qu Feiyan stared at Chu Qinghe eagerly.
Not to mention Qu Feiyan, even Dongfang Bubai and the other girls all turned their attention to Chu Qinghe at this moment.
Seeing this, Chu Qinghe also sighed, then looked at the shopkeeper and asked, "What are the requirements for the theme of this poem?"
The shopkeeper glanced at Dongfang Bubai and the other women and responded with a smile: "Love."
"Love?"
Chu Qinghe touched his chin, and the inventory in his mind surged out one after another.
After thinking for a moment, Chu Qinghe said to Qu Feiyan: "Give me the money."
Upon hearing this, Qu Feiyan quickly counted out ten coins from her purse and gave them to the shopkeeper.
After collecting the money, the shopkeeper gestured to Chu Qinghe and said, "Young Master, please."
After saying that, the shopkeeper took the initiative to walk to a vacant table nearby, spread out the paper, and grind ink for Chu Qinghe.
Pick up the brush next to it, dip it lightly in ink, and then the tip of the brush falls on the paper.
As the ink left traces, the three words "Qingyu'an" appeared on the white paper.
The handwriting of several characters is thin and strong, so thin that it does not lose its flesh. The large characters are particularly graceful.
Just looking at these few words, Yao Yue couldn't help but nodded and commented: "Good words."
Listening to Yao Yue's words beside him, Chu Qinghe also had a smile on his face.
In his previous life, in order to please his clients, Chu Qinghe spent a lot of time practicing the Slender Gold Style.
Combined with the memories of this life, this thin gold style alone has already reached the level of mastery.
After appreciating Chu Qinghe 's calligraphy, Yao Yue's gaze swept across Chu Qinghe's writing.
The shopkeeper next to him even muttered a sentence after Chu Qinghe finished writing it.
"The east wind blows thousands of flowers into bloom at night. It blows down stars like rain. The road is filled with the fragrance of BMW and carved carriages. The sound of phoenix flutes moves, the light of jade pots turns, and fish and dragons dance all night long."
"The moth is covered with golden threads of snow willow. The smile and fragrance are gone. I searched for him among the crowd for hundreds of times. Suddenly I turned around and found him, in the dimly lit place."
While the shopkeeper was muttering, he was not very interested at first, but later, when the shopkeeper's eyes fell on the paper, he could not move away.
Especially when he recited the last sentence "When I turned around, there she was, in the dim lights", his face was filled with amazement.
Yao Yue and Dongfang Bubai, who were standing beside Chu Qinghe, couldn't help but repeat this sentence with bright lights in their eyes.
You know, sometimes people will always unconsciously develop a sense of substitution.
Just like Dongfang Bubai and Yao Yue at this moment, looking at the poem that Chu Qinghe had learned at this moment, both women couldn't help but have a feeling in their minds.
"This poem was written in imitation of me."
With this thought in mind, the two girls' gazes shifted slightly, and when they looked at Chu Qinghe, their eyes softened unconsciously.
Although Qu Feiyan and Xiao Zhao on the side did not understand poetry, they could feel the beauty of the words just by listening to what the shopkeeper said.
And it contrasts inexplicably with the lantern festival tonight.
Therefore, Qu Feiyan and Xiao Zhao felt impressed by Chu Qinghe's literary talent at this time.
Xiao Zhao couldn't help but say, "Young Master is amazing."
Hearing Xiao Zhao's voice, Chu Qinghe smiled gently.
In my heart, I am grateful for the nine years of compulsory education in my previous life, and I am also grateful that those great poets do not exist in this world.
After putting down the pen, Chu Qinghe asked, "Can I change five?"
The shopkeeper, who was still immersed in the poem, came to his senses and said quickly, "Yes, yes, you can choose any of these lanterns, young master."
After nodding slightly, Chu Qinghe said to Qu Feiyan and Xiao Zhao: "Go and pick it!"
Upon hearing this, Qu Feiyan cheered and then pulled Xiao Zhao to start choosing.
Sometimes he would ask Dongfang Bubai and Yaoyue for their opinions.
While responding to Qu Feiyan and Xiao Zhao, Yao Yue and Dongfang Bubai's eyes were on the shopkeeper.
Glancing at the shopkeeper who put away the poem as if it were a treasure, the two women frowned.
Obviously, in the minds of the two women, this thing should not belong to the shopkeeper, but to themselves.
As if he had guessed what the two women were thinking, Chu Qinghe said, "It's just a poem. If you want, I can write more. Isn't exchanging poems for lanterns what I got today?"
After hearing this, Dongfang Bubai and Yaoyue withdrew their gaze and started to choose the lanterns they liked.
However, in the selection room, Yao Yue's lips moved slightly.
At the same time, the fluctuation of the true energy in Yaoyue's body appeared and disappeared. This subtle fluctuation made Dongfang Bubai, who was looking back and forth at the lantern, not notice it at all.
After a while, with the women and Chu Qinghe each holding an exquisite lantern in their hands, they left with the shopkeeper's thanks.
Just when the shopkeeper returned to the shop to admire the calligraphy left by Chu Qinghe, several disciples of Yihua Palace in snow-white long skirts suddenly rushed into the shop.
A moment later, as the Yihua Palace disciples left, the owner of the lantern shop stuffed the gold he had just received into his sleeves.
Feeling the heavy sleeves, the owner of the lantern shop walked with light steps.
While walking, Yao Yue glanced at the distance.
After a few breaths, as time passed, the corners of Yao Yue's mouth curled up quietly.
Whether or not to obey is one thing, how to obey is another.
Just like at this moment, Chu Qinghe said not to make things difficult for the shopkeeper, so wouldn't it be easy for Yao Yue to spend money?
Thinking about the beautiful poem just now, Yao Yue was in an inexplicably good mood.
And when looking at Dongfang Bubai, Yao Yue felt a sense of superiority in terms of intelligence.
After walking halfway through the city, Chu Qinghe said, "Let's go! Let's go for a walk outside the city."
After hearing what Chu Qinghe said, Qu Feiyan asked curiously, "Outside the city? This lantern festival is in the city, why do we have to go outside the city?"
Chu Qinghe explained: "Inside the city is the Lantern Festival, outside the north city is the New Year's Day Festival."
After all, the business in Yu Shui City is still quite prosperous, with many businessmen traveling around.
Even from the Tang Dynasty and the Song Dynasty, there were caravans of merchants passing by.
During the New Year, the city is bustling with people, which is naturally a good time for business.
However, the space in this city is limited. Therefore, every year during the New Year, the open space outside the north city becomes the place where commerce and various performances gather.
After Chu Qinghe explained all this, the girls finally understood the situation.
And Qu Feiyan's interest was obviously successfully aroused.
Not long after, under the guidance of Chu Qinghe, the group arrived outside the North City.
Just as Chu Qinghe said before, compared to the hustle and bustle in the city, the area outside the North City was also bustling at this time.
There are vendors setting up stalls everywhere, and some people performing shows.
With great interest, Qu Feiyan once again pulled Xiao Zhao around east and west.
The curiosity and smile on his face almost never stopped, as if he had endless energy in his body.
Chu Qinghe would occasionally look at the movements of the two little girls, and then take the two girls to look at the things sold by the vendors around them to see if there was anything he liked.
A moment later, Qu Feiyan, who had run away earlier, brought Xiao Zhao back to Chu Qinghe and said excitedly, "Sir, there are people making iron flowers over there. It's really nice to watch."
As she spoke, Qu Feiyan raised her hand, pulled Chu Qinghe and trotted away into the distance.
Chu Qinghe also let Qu Feiyan pull him like this.
Dongfang Bubai and Yao Yue followed behind at a leisurely pace.
After a while, as Chu Qinghe and his companions moved forward dozens of meters, they saw an open space.
On the open space, more than a dozen blacksmiths stood in the center. Next to each blacksmith were eight simply built furnaces, with red fire burning in them.
As these eight blacksmiths threw out the molten iron that had just been heated, the other eight blacksmiths also used an iron rod to hit the molten iron into the air.
In an instant, the iron juice flew and bloomed in eight directions in the air like fireworks, implying that the eight directions were on the same track.
The bright red dots of fire matched with the fireworks that burst in the air at this time and that time, echoed each other in the distance and created a beautiful scene.
At first glance, it feels like a scene of fireworks blooming in the dark night.
Seeing such a beautiful scene, Qu Feiyan and Xiao Zhao couldn't help but exclaim "Wow". Their voices mixed with the shouts of other spectators around them, filling the night sky with noise.
Even Yao Yue and Dongfang Bubai, who were bare-faced at this moment, were attracted by the beautiful scenery.
So, no matter what time, small places always have a stronger atmosphere of life.
If we were in the imperial city or some larger towns, it would be difficult to see the shows and beautiful scenery like we have now.
After a few breaths, Chu Qinghe turned his head slightly and glanced .
Taking advantage of the firelight that lit up in the sky from time to time, Chu Qinghe's gaze swayed slightly as he looked at the two beautiful women.
After a while, as his gaze returned to the night sky, the smile on Chu Qinghe's face became even more intense.
A quarter of an hour later, when the molten iron in the furnace had run out and the new iron had not yet melted, the blacksmiths who had been working before slowly walked around, each holding a copper plate.
But he wanted the reward money.
When a man walked past Chu Qinghe, Chu Qinghe threw a piece of loose silver into his copper plate.
This caused the blacksmith to thank him repeatedly.
After watching a new round of iron flowers for a while, they returned satisfied.
As they walked, Qu Feiyan turned around and looked at the iron flowers that were constantly being scattered and flying in the air in the distance. She asked curiously, "Iron flowers are made of pig iron. After they are made, won't the iron be wasted?"
Hearing Xiao Zhao's question, Chu Qinghe slowly explained: "Those blacksmiths have a kind of magnet that can absorb some tiny iron filings. These blacksmiths will wait until the show is over, and use these magnets to collect these iron filings and melt them into iron blocks. Although it will take some time, the loss is almost negligible."
After learning from Chu Qinghe how to recycle iron filings, Qu Feiyan suddenly realized, "So that's how it is! I was saying that the reward money we just received might not be enough to buy the pig iron!"
Chu Qinghe smiled and said, "Don't think that others are fools. The amount of pig iron used by the blacksmith every month needs to be reported to the government. If you use it once and then forget about it, the government will not let it go."
After that, they walked around and almost toured the north of the city.
Seeing that more and more people outside the city were heading into the city, Chu Qinghe and his companions also began to turn back.
"Um?"
However, while walking, Chu Qinghe seemed to have discovered something and stopped suddenly.
