Just when Qin Xiaobai decided to make a move and win the championship in one fell swoop, he was damaged by Jin Sanfat, but at this moment, he suddenly smelled a trace of small money.

The people present at the redemption meeting of Yihongyuan are all high-ranking officials and powerful literati and scholars, how can they be willing to be overwhelmed by a weak-crowned young man and win the return of beauty, this is not only a matter of beauty, but also a matter of literary reputation.

If Li Jia, a small student, won Wen Kui this time, then what would they become, wouldn't they all become stepping stones, so they were all very unwilling.

It's a pity that they don't have enough literary talent, and they can't think of any good poems for a while, but as high-ranking officials and magnates, they are very rich......

So Qin Xiaobai quietly came to the side of a local tyrant, patted him on the shoulder and said:

"Friend, the key to poetry? Guarantee to kill that Li Jia, as long as 998, Shi Niang will take it home. ”

The local tyrant was worried about how to make a good poem, and he was very impatient to let him be patted, and he was about to ask someone to drive him away, but when he heard this, he was shocked, and hurriedly turned his head and said: "You have a good poem?" Sell me. ”

In the land of fireworks, in addition to the dignitaries and magnates, there are also many literati and writers, but not everyone of them has a lot of money, and there are many poor families who come to Qinglou to sell poetry, calligraphy and painting, and the local tyrants regard Qin Xiaobai as what kind of cold man.

"The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting...... Regret the Qin Emperor and Han Wu, slightly lose the literary style; Tang Zong and Song Zu are slightly less coquettish...... The past, the number of romantic figures, but also look at the present. ”

Qin Xiaobai immediately chanted a poem, Du Shi Niang's era was in the Ming Dynasty, but he didn't know which era of the Ming Dynasty it was, so he didn't dare to use the Ming Dynasty and the poems before it, so he had to take out Taizu's poems and put them on top.

Speaking of which, this local tyrant is not very talented, and he is not very knowledgeable, but fortunately, Taizu Wen is against the sky, even if the local tyrant who is illiterate listens to it, he is immediately overjoyed, and sighs and says: "Good poetry, good poetry, how much money did you buy." ”

"The price is 998." Qin Xiaobai said.

"No problem." The local tyrant is very simple.

"I'm talking about silver." Seeing that the local tyrant agreed so happily, Qin Xiaobai hurriedly reminded.

"Silver? How dare you mention silver to me? When the local tyrant heard this, he was immediately furious: "Such a peerless and amazing poem, you only sell 1,000 taels of silver?" At least 1,000 taels of gold? ”

"......" Qin Xiaobai suddenly vomited blood when he heard this, he was suddenly a big tyrant, and someone could appreciate it like this five hundred years ago, presumably Taizu was also gratified.

Seeing that the local tyrant admired Taizu so much, Qin Xiaobai finally decided to give the local tyrant a face, and raised the price to 1,000 taels of gold.

1,000 taels of gold is 100 million yuan, which is equivalent to the price of developing a large iron mine, and Qin Xiaobai has instantly become a billionaire worth more than 100 million.

However, before Qin Xiaobai had time to get excited, a system prompt came:

"Ding, the system prompts that players get money in the dungeon world, and due to currency stability restrictions, players can only take away 10% of the money they get."

"I'm rubbing, the cheating system!" Qin Xiaobai's heart rushed by 100,000 divine beasts, and he almost couldn't help but look up to the sky and scold, but no matter how the system's ** couldn't be changed......

However, 10% is also 10 million texts, which is quite a lot for Qin Xiaobai at this stage......

So Qin Xiaobai continued his great business of buying poems, and sold more than a dozen poems in a row, selling almost all the verses he could think of after the Ming Dynasty.

It's just that the poems in the back are obviously not as literary as Taizu, so they only earned more than 2,000 taels of gold in total, adding up to a total of 30 million Wen Xiaobai.

With his mouth, he made money from a medium-sized iron mine, which can be regarded as making him a lot of money.

While Qin Xiaobai was making a little money, the Yihong Courtyard Literary Fighting Contest was completely lively, and more than a dozen poems that have been passed down for centuries were all stunningly born, and the spirit of literary talent was unprecedented for a while.

Even Lao Bi Niao wondered if the Yihong Courtyard here had become the Hanlin Academy, no, the Hanlin Academy did not have such a sky-high literary atmosphere.

However, although these poems are all amazing and gorgeous, and Li Jia's soy sauce poems can't raise his head, they are all describing scenes, family and country events, heroism, etc., none of which are suitable for the occasion.

Therefore, although everyone knows in their hearts that these dozen poems are brilliant, if you want to choose Wen Kui Li Jia, you must not be listed.

But the hearts of the girls in Yihong Courtyard were still reluctant to give up on Li Jia, so the situation became deadlocked.

Seeing that the heat was almost over, and the poems were all sold out, Qin Xiaobai straightened his clothes, and now it was his turn to appear.

"If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan."

With one hand behind his waist, one hand lightly raising his wine glass, and a light sigh, Qin Xiaobai walked out slowly with a gloomy expression, looking up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle, and the whole was a melancholy and infatuated literary youth.

When everyone was at a stalemate, Qin Xiaobai's appearance like this immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The poem's opening sentence is not stunning at first, but the more you think about it, the more empathetic and resonant it becomes.

Qin Xiaobai let them taste it well, and then slowly took a sip of bamboo leaf green, and continued:

"Waiting for idle changes but the hearts of the people, but the old people's hearts are changeable. Lishan said that it was half a night away, and the tears and rain did not complain. How is Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wishes on the same day. ”

After the poem "......" was finished, all the talented literati, dignitaries, and red-sleeved beauties present couldn't help but be quiet.

"Good poetry, good poetry!" Although the talented literati stood on the hostile side, they couldn't help but high-five, and Li Jia was even more decadent.

And those local tyrants who are high-ranking and powerful scolding in their hearts, this kid is cunning and cunning, and saves the best and most appropriate things to the end.

The beauties of the entire Yihong Mansion were overwhelmed by Qin Xiaobai, and their eyes were like silk red hearts.

The three girls in Qin Xiaobai's box regretted it even more, hating that they had a big talent in front of them but turned a blind eye, but now they missed the fate.

"If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan......" Du Shi Niang's red lips opened lightly, read it carefully, and then couldn't help but move her eyes slightly.

Lao Bi Niao glanced at Du Shi Niang, only to see Du Shi Niang nod shyly, so Lao Bi Niao came to the stage and said: "This poetry contest is the crown of this son." ”

"Don't dare, don't dare, admit it." Qin Xiaobai said with a smile.

"After the comparison of poetry and songs, then let's compare piano, chess, calligraphy and painting." Old Bi Niao continued.

"What?" Before Qin Xiaobai's smile dissipated, it had already frozen, and it was even better than qin, chess, calligraphy and painting......