Seeing Li Tai struggled to assemble a pistol in the shaking carriage, Gu Qing got up and walked out of the carriage, "When I get rich in the future, you can be envious."

I sat back on my donkey cart, and the Tang Dynasty army escorted me along the way, and felt much more at ease. I thought I could do business in Chang'an, so I made a big fortune and then built a large mansion and sold hundreds of maids. "Oh, this life is so beautiful!"

Sun Simiao, who was also sitting in a donkey cart, looked at Gu Qing with an indescribable look, and couldn't help but sigh. The child had no interest in medical skills at all, but he liked money. Although he had a slight personality, he had no bad intentions, but he was also angry.

Looking at the potato seedlings and tea leaves in the donkey cart, Gu Qing's eyes shone, "It's all money, money! It's all big houses and women."

"What are you thinking!" Yang Sheng interrupted Gu Qing's dream, "I'm about to arrive in Chang'an."

"Do you believe it or not!" Gu Qing said to Yang Sheng: "Or why you become my younger brother immediately, and I can consider letting you become my guard."

"Ha!" Yang Sheng snorted coldly, "Let me be a guard? I think beautifully!"

...

A few days later, the city of Chang'an was in front of me. Gu Qingyao was more excited when he looked at this huge city. Flags were waving on the huge city wall. This was the revival of the Tang Dynasty, with the highest GDP, every inch of land was valuable.

The return of King Wei did not seem to be much sensation, but he was much more low-key. The city was flowing endlessly, and some foreigners were doing business and speaking inconsistent Guanzhong dialect.

Sun Simiao followed Li Tai into the palace, leaving Yang Sheng and Gu Qing behind on the lively streets of Chang'an, at a loss.

After standing for half an hour, Yang Sheng left without saying what to do.

Gu Qing pulled the donkey cart and asked an old man, "Uncle, where is Chang'an more lively."

"Walking forward, I will be in Dongcheng City, there are many people there." The old man said.

Gu Qing, who was only eleven years old, walked all the way with a donkey cart, and came to a corner of Dongshi, put down the donkey cart and moved out the tea leaves to look at the people around him doing business. It seemed that there were not many things besides shouting.

Don’t be anxious, Gu Qing is planning to do business! He also needs to have culture. Isn’t poetry popular in the Tang Dynasty? Sometimes gimmicks are very important.

The stall making noodles on the side was about to close the stall, Gu Qing stepped forward and said, "Brother, can you lend me a entourage to the stove?"

"Little baby, are you here to do business?" The other party glanced at Gu Qing's broken clothes, "It's not easy at such a young age. The stove is built on the ground and can't run away. Remember to clean up when you use it. I'll open it tomorrow."

It was almost time for people to have lunch, and Gu Qing rubbed his hands excitedly, "Thank you uncle!"

Humming a little tune to make a fire, then carrying the bucket to fetch water in the well not far away, cleaned up the tea stall and opened it. Thinking that something was missing, Gu Qing found another broken wooden board that no one used and wrote a poem according to the memories.

"Young and young men, don't miss it when you pass by!" Gu Qing shook his folding fan and shouted: "Sell tea, buy tea."

"Selling tea!" Gu Qing shouted for a long time and his mouth was dry, but no one came to visit him.

An aunt glanced at the tea leaves and quickly walked away.

“…”

He shook the fan hard, why is it so hot this day? He thought about not selling it anymore, but Gu Qing sat by the stove and his forehead was covered in sweat, and he didn't want to shout anymore. The people of Chang'an were too blind to the eyes.

A scholarly man passed by, and he didn't look at Gu Qing's tea leaves, but stared at the poems beside him, nodding while watching, "The east wind bloomed thousands of flowers and trees at night, and the stars blew down like rain. The fragrance of BMW carvings was everywhere. The sound of the phoenix flute moved, the light of the jade pot turned, and the fish and dragon danced overnight."

"Brother, buy some tea?" Gu Qing asked.

The man ignored Gu Qing and continued to recite the previous poem on the wooden board, "The moths and willows are golden, and the smiles are filled with fragrance. He is looking for him for thousands of times, but when he looks back, the man is in the dim light."

"Do you buy tea?" Gu Qing asked again.

"I searched for him in the crowd for thousands of times, but when I looked back, the man was in the dim light." After reading this sentence, he hurriedly left.

"I'm sick!" Gu Qing gave himself a sip of tea.

"Where are you selling things?" An aunt came over with a smile, "Have you come out to do business at a young age?"

"Oh." Gu Qing nodded with a smile.

"Auntie is a cake seller." She said, taking out a cake and said, "Look, you have been here for most of the day and haven't seen you eat. I'll give you this cake."

"No...no!" Gu Qing waved his hands repeatedly.

"Eat it." The aunt put the cake next to Gu Qing's stove, "My son is as big as you, and it's nothing to say if he doesn't eat when he grows up."

"Thanks……"

Before she could say thank you, the aunt had already walked away and returned to her own stall.

After chewing a bite of cake, Gu Qing felt sad, "It's easy for me!"

There was a rumbling sound not far away. I looked up at the guy who only read poetry but didn't buy tea. There were many people following him, all dressed in a scholar.

The man came to Gu Qing's stall and pointed at Shi and said, "Everyone, it's this poem that I'm looking for him for a long time. When I look back, the man is in the dim light."

Several scholars were amazed at this poem.

Someone said: "The words and phrases of this poem are particularly vivid. The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees at night, and blows down, and the stars are like rain. The fragrance of BMW carvings is everywhere. The sound of phoenix flutes moves, the light of jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dances overnight. This upper half of the poem writes the prosperity of Chang'an vividly and exquisitely."

Someone said, "The words are used just right. Even if you add a word or change another word, it will lose the spiritual energy it should have."

"Do you buy tea?" Gu Qing said with a smile.

"I'm in the lower room!" The man bowed and said, "I'm sure I'll ask this little brother who wrote this poem."

"Do you buy tea?" Gu Qing continued: "As long as you buy tea, I will tell you who made it."

"Tea leaves? Isn't it just the leaves of making tea?" Fang Yi said, looking uninterested.

The street was very lively, and there was not much business on the street in the afternoon. But Gu Qing's stall surrounded a group of people. Seeing a few scholars with oily foam on their lips, "I'll say again, how many of them have just finished their meal?"

Several people looked at Gu Qingxiang speechlessly when they faced the merciless people.

After soaking a few bowls of tea, Gu Qing said, "Try it, it will be available for free on the first day of today."

"This is not how tea is cooked!" Fang Yizhi said, "I'm afraid this little brother doesn't understand the tea ceremony."

"Do you like to drink?" Gu Qing sniffed. How could this person be so literary? Fang Yizhi's name is very familiar.

A few scholars picked up the bowl and took a sip, savoring the tea aroma that was a bit bitter but a little elegant when you savored it.
Chapter completed!