sinovels Chapter 284
Chapter 284
Thinking of this, he put on a smile and went out with the things in his shop to get close to those coachmen and know who they were.
Downstairs, Hangzhou Datong coachmen were chatting, while upstairs, Shi Xingyu stood up and presided over the overall situation.
Shi Xingyu first said that the Cheng family's young husband is the owner of Qingdailou, and it is not convenient for him to come forward because he is pregnant, so he has the cheek to talk to everyone.
This ingenious teahouse is called Qingdailou. Everyone can see the signboard when they enter the door. It will open to entertain guests from today, and only Mr. Fulang is allowed to enter. Please come back when the man comes.
In addition, a few of them established the Qingdai Publishing House through the Qingdai Building. The word "publishing" is novel, and no one else has heard of it, so it does not prevent them from understanding what it probably means.
Everyone knows each other. The brothers invited on the first day of opening are not pretending to understand. If they don’t understand, just ask: "Brother Yu, what do you mean by Qingdai Publishing House?"
Because the Cheng family and the county magistrate were related by marriage, the county also had a good impression of the Lin family. The county magistrate's eldest grandson, Ximen Yu, came with Cheng Luanjing.
Ximen Yu is 12 years old this year. Influenced by his family, he likes to read books. He also likes to read and write poems the most. When he heard the name of Qingdai Publishing House, he fell in love with it for no apparent reason. Please pay attention to it.Listen to Shi Xingyu's explanation.
Everyone wants to know, Shi Xingyu will naturally not whet everyone's appetite, what Qingdai Publishing House means, and what it will do in the future.
It turns out that this teahouse is not only for drinking tea, but also for discussing poetry and making pen pals.
On weekdays, the teahouse is open to entertain guests, and there will be occasional poetry gatherings, word gatherings, literary gatherings, music gatherings, etc. When various gatherings are held, invitations are required to enter.
The theme of each meeting is different. After receiving the invitations, everyone prepares poems, words, essays, music, etc. according to the theme. At that time, everyone recommends the best works and hangs them in Qingdai Building for everyone to read. Every meeting The Qingdai Building is responsible for collecting the excellent works on the Internet, and when enough is collected, a "Qingdai Collection" will be published.
All the brothers invited over showed a happy look. They were literate, or liked poetry, or words, or literature, or music, and they could always find what they were good at.
Speaking of this, Shi Xingyu threw out a big news: "The opening today, Qingdai Building will hold the first poetry meeting, the theme of which is Peach Blossom Poetry Meeting."
"Didn't you say that the post will be notified in advance? How can I make a poem that satisfies everyone if I haven't prepared well this time?" Ximen Yu was the first to speak out, with a nervous expression on his face.
Except for special occasions when impromptu performance can write good poems, most of the time these brothers have to polish their poems, and look word by word to see if there are better words.
Except for Ximen Yu, some other brothers who like poetry also don't follow.
Shi Xingyu said calmly: "Young Master Ximen, don't worry, first taste the peach blossom wine from our Qingdailou, maybe inspiration will come. It doesn't matter whether it is the first time to hold a poetry meeting, as long as everyone is willing to write, Qingdai Publishing House I will publish "Qing Dai Ji" for everyone."
After Shi Xingyu's voice fell, the elder brother who was waiting to serve the guests stepped forward with plates and put down a small glass of wine in front of each guest's table.
These brothers' clothes were embroidered with peach branches, peach blossoms and peach petals on the green background, and they seemed to see the scene of peach blossoms falling as they walked.
The wine glass is also exquisite, the outside of the glass is white, and the pink petals and red stamens are painted vividly. Inside is light red wine, which smells faintly of peach blossoms.
Peach blossom stuffed rice is served, and three kinds of peach blossom desserts are also served. One is Jingguo's traditional peach blossom cake, which is soft and delicate and melts in the mouth.
The second is peach blossom jelly, which is similar to Bozai cake but different. Each peach blossom jelly is only one finger thick and the size of a baby's fist. There is a fresh peach blossom in the middle, which is crystal clear in a small round plate. Yes, it really looks like the peach blossoms have been frozen, and everyone is reluctant to eat them.
The third type is peach blossom cake, which is made with the method of snow skin moon cake, and the inside is the peach blossom sauce researched by Yang Yusheng. The filling is sweet but not greasy.
The wine and snacks that came up attracted the attention of some people. The peach blossom wine had a very light taste and a sweet aftertaste. According to Lin Xiazhi, it should be regarded as a drink rather than a wine.
As for the two kinds of peach blossom dim sum that everyone has never eaten before, it aroused the love and sympathy of the brothers present, nothing more than because they are so beautiful.
No matter how beautiful it is, it’s still a dessert. Several veterans of Qingdai Publishing House sat separately among the opening crowd, and took the lead to taste the delicacy with a spoon.
The brother next to him who was reluctant to eat asked Zhu Lian'an, "Is it delicious?"
Zhu Lian'an seemed to hear the sound of swallowing saliva, and pretended to glance at him indifferently: "Of course it's good, brother Jue will know after one bite."
You can’t stop after one bite, each person has a small plate of each dim sum, and you can finish it with a few bites, so the novelty peach blossom jelly and peach blossom cake were eaten up, only the peach blossom cake was left.
Ximen Yu, who was most anxious about the poetry meeting, calmed down and tasted pastries, waiting to hear what Shi Xingyu said next.
Seeing that everyone was almost done eating, Shi Xingyu stood up and continued, "I'm the one who had the cheek to throw bricks at you. Brother Cheng Jiaxia said that he had seen a poem in an ancient book that was very suitable for today's poetry meeting, but the ancient book was too old. I can’t see the latter ones anymore, I’ll read the former ones for everyone to appreciate.”
The remnant poem Lin Xiazhi mentioned was actually Tang Bohu's "Song of the Peach Blossom Temple". In his previous life, he watched Zhou Xingxing's "Tang Bohu Spots the Autumn Fragrance" and remembered the first few lines.
Shi Xingyu coughed twice: "The title of this poem is
Shi Xingyu's speech is neither fast nor slow, with a kind of lightness and a sense of loss in it. He feels that the poem is free and easy, and there is a kind of ease contained in it, but he is lost because he doesn't know the lines behind it.
"Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, Peach Blossom Immortals in Peach Blossom Temple. Peach Blossom Immortals plant peach trees, and pick peach blossoms to sell wine money. Sober people only sit in front of flowers, and drunk people come to sleep under flowers. Half drunk and half awake day after day, flowers It blooms and fades year after year."
"Huh? It's gone!" Ximen Yu was savoring the poem with his eyes closed, when it suddenly disappeared, like a long-starved person who smells the aroma of food but can't eat it, it makes people feel uncomfortable.
"Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, and Peach Blossom Immortals in Peach Blossom Temple; Peach Blossom Immortals plant peach trees, and pick peach blossoms to sell for wine money." The brother next to him repeated these two lines of poems in his mouth, and couldn't help admiring, "What a poem! ! There are flowers and wine but it is not frivolous, only relaxed and carefree, and it is dynamic and pleasant to read."
"This poem is catchy to read. The author must be a person with outstanding literary talents. Why did it disappear later?"
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Shi Xingyu sat back in his seat after reading the damaged "Song of Peach Blossom Temple", smiling and listening to everyone discussing this poem.
As the host of this poetry meeting, he got this poem and went back to show it to his grandfather. Grandpa read it three times in a row, and praised the first half of the poem for its gorgeous and elegant picture, elegant style, and rhythm. It is less than the second half of the poem. If the sublimation theme of the second half can be seen clearly, it must be a famous poem that will last forever. My grandfather sighed deeply for this.
The buddies present tried to complete this incomplete poem, but they didn’t feel like completing it, even if they continued to write a sentence, they could only look at this song "Peach Blossom Temple Song" and think hard about writing another poem head.
Upstairs Qingdai has two large bookcases, on which two-thirds of the books are placed, most of which are story books, which are given to the guests to read while having tea and chatting.
Those brothers who are not so confident in their literary talents just quietly read books and eat snacks. Without the peach blossom snacks, there are other flavors that are also good. He will read poems that others have written for him, and he doesn’t mind if they don’t.
Lin Xiazhi was among the crowd, listening to everyone discussing the poem. Someone asked him where he read it from, and whether the ancient book was still there.
This was Lin Xiazhi's nonsense. Where can I find an ancient book? I can only deal with these people with a wry smile: "The ancient book is very fragile. After I read it, it was completely broken and couldn't be spliced together. It was also my fault that I picked it up from the field back then." When I was young and ignorant, I didn’t protect the ancient books in the first place, and now I regret it.”
Everyone present knew that Lin Xiazhi was pregnant, and seeing his regretful appearance, they turned to persuade him: "Cheng Shaofu didn't mean it either, they all said it was a damaged ancient book, maybe it was left by a hermit in the past , if you didn’t pick it up at the time, we wouldn’t even be able to hear such an exquisite first half of the poem.”
It was time to chat and chat, and those who buried their heads in writing poems, two hours in the afternoon passed by in a flash.
Because of the "Peach Blossom Song" in front of them, everyone was embarrassed to show the peach blossom poems they wrote, and made a fuss about Shi Xingyu holding another peach blossom poetry meeting. At that time, they would definitely present their most satisfactory works.
Spring is over in late April, and the peach blossoms are about to bloom. It would be outdated to hold another peach blossom poetry meeting. Shi Xingyu shirked it and proposed the May lotus poetry meeting logically. Please join us at that time.
Qingdailou has quietly become famous in the brother circle. The elderly husbands are not very interested in these things, but the young husbands are different. Thinking about why Qingdailou didn't invite them, you must know that some of them are talented Not bad.
Of course, Qingdailou will not rush to make you feel uncomfortable. The invitations to the lotus lyric meeting held in June include all husbands. You can come to compose lyrics, or come to taste words. As long as you really like words and are willing to come to join us, Qingdailou All welcome.
After the opening, the guests who came to Qingdai Building were divided into two types. One was the diners who liked Qingdai Building’s various refreshments, and the other was those who regarded Qingdai Building as a place for everyone to gather and discuss poetry.
Lin Xiazhi, the vice president, has completed his tasks, providing venues, eating, managing the increase and decrease of members of Qingdai Publishing House, and arranging activities for the members, it fell on Shi Xingyu, the president. His previous premonition came true Come true, he became the busiest person.