Lao Cheng, who was kicked, quickly took out a stack of silver notes from his arms and ordered 1,700 taels of money to hand it to the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper collected the money and smiled. Although each piece of cloth was not much, the amount was large. The business was earning more than 100 taels. He quickly asked Sun Yu to take the carriage to the warehouse behind to pick up the goods. Sun Yu pulled the shopkeeper for a long time and took another batch of cotton seeds from the warehouse as a bonus. When he returned to Jianzhou, he asked Xu Yi to arrange the planting and the planting would be expanded next year.

There were four carriages in three hundred pieces of cloth. Because the road was not good, and there was gold hidden underneath, it was naturally not too full, otherwise the horse would not be able to bear it.

All afternoon, Sun Yu went back and forth between major stores, mainly to compare prices. Now there is no clear price tag, so he has to ask from door to door. After a while, he finally bought all the things. Ten large trucks headed towards the inn. The car shop had a hosting service. These ten trucks of goods were sent directly to the car shop. Sun Yu and his party went back to the inn to rest on their own.

"Sir, tomorrow is a banquet. Are the gifts ready?" Cheng Zhenbei originally thought that Sun Yu would buy a gift today, and tomorrow is a banquet, so he couldn't go empty-handed. Unexpectedly, all the goods were bought, and the silver was almost spent. Is it really embarrassing to eat and drink for nothing?

"Don't worry, prepare for it in a while, and wave it." Sun Yu had already thought about it, and even the little money he brought with him would not look down on the King of Jinjiang. Since that's the case, he might as well save a little and send it to him. It's worth it without any expense. After all, he is quite talented in poetry.

"Adults want to write poetry. If you are humble and not talented, you should ask to polish ink for you." Although Cheng Zhenbei does not know poetry, he also knows that his poetry is excellent.

"Old Cheng, I should be here. No matter how you say I am, I will study more than you." Chen Qiba was unwilling to let go. Although he didn't like studying, his father was forced to study in a private school for more than ten years. It was better than Lao Cheng, who was not good at even writing.

"I will do it myself." Sun Yu thought that others were Hongxiu Tianxiang and had a romantic affair. He was fine. Should the two door gods be called Heixiu Tianxiang? I couldn't bear to look at them when they were heard.

The night became darker, and Sun Yu thought for a long time, but there was nothing particularly suitable, so he could only just find a similar one to copy.

Sun Yu finished the tea in one go. When the ink was dry, carefully roll it and put it into the wooden box. Tomorrow, he would have to rely on it to earn some face.

"Lord Sima Ye from Quanzhou has arrived, and He Yi has a pair of purple gold gourds, a jade Ruyi, and a silver..." The housekeeper of the royal palace registered the names of future people at the door and announced loudly one by one.

"The head of the Song family, Mr. Song, came here, and He Yi's famous masters wrote and painted a picture, a pair of deep-sea corals, gold..."

......

Everyone at the banquet not only brought precious and rare things, but also had some yellow and white things. Sun Yu was shocked when he heard it, and he was really rich.

"Sir, are we too embarrassed?" Old Cheng, who was following Sun Yu, muttered.

When Sun Yu attended the banquet, he brought Cheng Zhenbei and Chen Qiba. At least Chen Qiba had a wooden box on his hand, which contained the lyrics written by Sun Yu. Old Cheng directly had empty hands and saw that other people's followers were full of gifts.

I feel a little embarrassed, I would have known that I wouldn't have come.

"If you are poor, you have to recognize it. If you compare something, just get what you want." Sun Yu felt that it was okay. It was obvious that Jianzhou was poor, and it was useless to hide it.

Finally, it was Sun Yu's turn, and he handed the invitation on it, and Chen Qiba handed over the wooden box in his hand.

Mr. Xi was stunned. Although Jianzhou was poor, it would not be so unbearable.

"Mr. Sun, the governor of Jianzhou, arrived, and a poem of He Yi." After all, he was the housekeeper of the royal palace. Although he was unhappy, he did not show any signs. After all, he was the housekeeper of the royal palace and still enthusiastically invited Sun Yu to come in.

Everyone who was invited to the side was stunned. Isn’t this just for free?

Sun Yu walked straight to the yard with two door gods. The well-known figures naturally wanted to sit in the hall. As for the entourage, they would have to eat in the yard.

Sun Yu told the two to drink less and eat more vegetables, so he followed the servants to the hall. Although it was too early, there were already many people sitting there. Sun Yu didn't know any of them and just followed the servants. The fact that Sun Yu only gave a poem was spread among the people who sat down, and they were talking about this matter, with contempt in their eyes. Although you have some talent, it would be too embarrassing to be used as a congratulatory ceremony.

"Mr. Sun, please!" Sun Yu was taken directly to the first row of his right hand, and the servant pointed to the first seat and said.

"Are you mistaken?" Sun Yu and the second monk were confused. He originally wanted to find a corner and eat and drink a lot without attracting attention. As a result, this position was second only to the first seat on the left hand, so how could he sit in this position? The starting point in this position was Lord Sima Ye of Quanzhou. He had seen it when he entered the door just now.

"The manager Xi told me specifically, I dare not make any mistakes." The servant lowered his head and replied. If he made a mistake in this kind of thing, he might not be able to survive tonight.

"Well." Since he came, he was at ease. Sun Yu was not pretentious and sat down directly, which made everyone look envious. Most people would never have such a blessing in their lives. This kid could still get such treatment if he eats nothing.

Sun Yu sat down and looked around. He saw seven large cauldrons in the middle, and the stove below contained charcoal fire, which was simmering the food inside. According to the Zhou Li, the emperor used nine cauldrons, seven cauldrons of princes and five cauldrons, and Liu Congxionggui was the King of Jinjiang. It was reasonable to use this specification. However, the Zhou Li was too complicated, so it was generally not used. Only on major days would this happen. From this, the King of Jinjiang attached great importance to his adoptive children today.

Sun Yu looked at it for a while and there was no acquaintance. Even if Song Wumian came, he had to stay outside so that his father could come in and enter the table. Since no one was chatting, Sun Yu planned to close his eyes and rest for a while.

"Sir Sun, we're meeting again."

Sun Yu, who was closing his eyes to rest, knew without opening his eyes that the voice must be Chen He. He came here on behalf of his father Chen Hong and would have a place.

"Nephew, we are really destined to be together. We need to drink a few more drinks later." Sun Yu opened his eyes and said with a smile.

Lord Sima Ye of Quanzhou next to him was choked by Sun Yu's nephew and coughed loudly, making Chen He feel embarrassed.

"Mr. Sun only brought one poem today. What's the difference between eating for free? It's a big deal to the prince.

Disrespectful." Chen He didn't want to pay attention to Sun Yu. This kid was too thick-skinned and took advantage of himself every time. But when he heard that Sun Yu brought a poem, he thought it was a good opportunity and always wanted to win a game back.

"This is a bad word for nephew. Giving goose feathers thousands of miles away is light and the affection is heavy. Jianzhou is poor, and I am not good at all. Only this poem is still good. Why are you disrespectful? Besides, giving gifts requires spending time and sending them to other people's hearts. That's a skill. Who can't spend money?" Sun Yuyi said in a righteous manner. In fact, I was thinking in my heart that I like to spend money. The simpler and more cruder, the better. For example, the 30,000 taels of gold in the three major families is very good.

"Mr. Sun's words are quite innovative. Let me tell you about this gift-giving method." King Liu Congxiao walked out in casual clothes. His back hurt so much, so it would be more comfortable to wear less.

"The prince has seen the prince, and he laughed at it. Under the rule of the prince, the two provinces of Zhangquan are full of flowers and blooming flowers. What a rare treasure, the prince must have regarded it as easy. This poem is different, and it is only after the prince has been thinking hard all day long that he can write it. Every word represents the prince's admiration for the prince, which is not comparable to a yellow and white thing." Unexpectedly, the main owner came out, and Sun Yu quickly took a horse and slapped it over.

"Whenever you come, you will give me face. The gifts are of no importance, and I am very happy." Although King Liu Congxiao felt that it was very helpful, he could not say that this poem was better. Otherwise, if he held a wedding banquet next time, he would have to come with his poems, and he would have to suffer a lot.

"Nephew, have you heard that? Your father, General Chen, doesn't give the prince face." Sun Yu seized the opportunity and stabbed him again.

"My father is sick and cannot travel far away. Please forgive me." Madan was taken by this bastard again and said, "Chen He had no choice but to kneel down and apologize.

"General Chen has worked hard and made many great contributions to our Qingyuan Army. How could I blame him? Lord Sun also came here for the first time, but he did not know the reason, so he had this misunderstanding. Today is a happy event, so everyone relaxed and took up Lord Sun's poems first. I want to take a closer look at how amazing the poems that Lord Sun had been thinking about. "A trace of unhappiness flashed in the eyes of King Jinjiang. Chen Hongjin was indeed a little over.

When Mr. Xi heard this, he ran to search for it. After a while, he brought the wooden box that Sun Yu brought.

After opening the Liu Congfei carefully, I couldn't help but be happy. Sun Yu's name is really not a joke. With this thing, I can also leave a name in history. It's indeed much better than an ordinary baby.

"This word is very good, very good! Old Xi, please give it to Niannian." The King of Jinjiang was very excited and handed it to the butler.

"Break the formation. Honor the King of Jinjiang. He looked at the sword with a lamp while drunk, and dreamed of blowing the horns and camps. He divided his troops under his command for eight hundred miles, and fragged fifty strings to the sound of the block. The soldiers on the battlefield were lit up in autumn.

The horse made Lu Feifei, the bow was as fast as a thunderbolt. It was shocking. It eliminated the affairs of the king and won the reputation of his life. It happened poorly in vain!"

After reading the bookkeeper Xi, he could hear the needles in this hall. No wonder the King of Jinjiang lost his composure and could not stand it. Who here doesn’t want to leave a name in history? Just with this poem, the King of Jinjiang’s reputation that he will follow will inevitably be passed down through the ages and will be immortal.

"Congratulations to the Prince"

"Congratulations to Prince"
Chapter completed!