I started out with seven husbands, and I worked hard to support my family while crying.

Li Renyi began to plan in his mind: he would just give his wife a token amount, but he would definitely have to go all out with Li Mubai.

He certainly didn't want his wife to lose, but he also had to face reality.

Li Mubai's strength is indeed several levels higher than his wife's.

Having made up his mind, he went up to Wang, the richest man.

He took out his secret stash of money and said with a smile.

“I have fifty-two taels here. One person bets two taels, and the other bets fifty taels.”

Looking at the piles of silver coins in front of him, Wang, the richest man, replied.

"you sure?"

"nature."

"Alright then, since you're so confident, I won't stop you."

"..."

Russian qing.

The crowd, who had initially been watching the spectacle, began placing bets.

The vast majority of them bet on Li Mubai.

At this moment, Wang, the richest man, waved his hand and said.

"Madam Fang, the bet we made earlier is null and void. What do you say?"

Does it not count?

Fang Xiaoxiao inwardly scoffed, Xiu Mei resisted, pondered for a moment, and then nodded in agreement.

"How can it not stand? Since I've already agreed, I'm willing to take the gamble. Even if I lose, I won't regret it in the slightest!"

Her tone was firm and resolute, her expression unwavering, as if she cared deeply about the bet and was unwilling to give up even a fraction of it.

Upon hearing this, Wang, the richest man, was somewhat taken aback. In fact, his original intention was not to really gamble with him, but only to attract everyone's attention and to bring Li Mubai into the picture.

But to his surprise, the woman did not back down, which he couldn't understand at all.

It should be noted that the stakes just now were a full five hundred taels of silver, which is an astronomical figure for an ordinary family.

He knew a lot about Fang Xiaoxiao's background. He had learned from Zhu Wen at Wenyue Pavilion that although she was quite talented, she had not earned much money.

If he had a wealthy family background, that would be fine, but he had already squandered his fortune and now lives in a small village with only a few acres of barren land and a few tiled houses.

If he loses the bet, how should he repay the money?

He's not exactly a saint; he's truly unwilling to do something whose outcome he already knows.

Unfortunately, at this moment, Fang Xiaoxiao's voice rang out again.

"Hey, Mr. Wang, are you afraid that if I win, I'll pocket your five hundred taels of silver and then it will hurt your wallet?"

"If that's the case, I don't mind. Let's call it a day, everyone go home and find your mothers."

"!"

Her words caused a stir among those who had placed bets, and they all stopped and looked at the richest man standing to the side.

Some people also questioned loudly.

"Richest man Wang, are you trying to make a fool of us? You can't just gamble whenever you want and then just stop?"

"Yes, we're all waiting for Li Shixian to win this bet so we can use the money to go to this brothel and have a good time!"

"Li Shixian, you should also come out and say something. A person can't be so untrustworthy!"

It's hard to ride a tiger.

Li Mubai was also completely confused by Fang Xiaoxiao sitting at the square table.

I think this woman must be out of her mind. The richest man in the world has already given her a way out, but instead of being grateful, she's gone too far.

You know, the poem "When will the moon be clear and bright?" is unparalleled throughout history. Not to mention ordinary people, even I myself could not create such a masterpiece again.

Although he plagiarized the "Shuidiao Getou" on the screen in the main hall of Wenyue Pavilion, he adapted it himself.

Even after the adaptation, it is not something an ordinary person could write, let alone a girl who has never even attended school.

But now everyone was eagerly hoping that he could persuade the richest man, Wang, not to break his promise, so they had no choice but to come to his side and whisper.

"Since no one has any objections, then the richest man, Wang, should keep his promise."

"Here are five hundred taels of silver notes. I, Li Mubai, will do my utmost to repay you."

Wang, the richest man, nodded and smiled. He didn't care at all. After all, if you put a lot of hard-earned money in front of you, it would be foolish not to take it.

He waved his hand, indicating that since Fang Xiaoxiao was willing to make the bet, he would naturally agree.

Next, everyone took sides, eagerly awaiting the showdown between Li Mubai and Fang Xiaoxiao.

Fang Xiaoxiao coughed lightly and addressed the onlookers with a condescending air.

Her face showed disdain, but in her heart she was calculating her plan, wondering which great figure's poems she should borrow from.

Du Fu, Li Bai, Su Shi, or Meng Haoran?

My mind kept searching for the poems I had learned.

Luckily, I enjoy reading classical Chinese poetry in my spare time, otherwise I would definitely be in trouble.

Of the three hundred Tang and Song poems, I can't say I remember them all, but at least a few are still very memorable.

She thought and thought for a long time, but she still couldn't find a poem that was comparable to "Shuidiao Getou".

At this point, the waiting crowd gradually lost patience, and someone began to question them.

"Is it going to work or not? It's been so long, even if he had to poop, he would have already done it!"

After uttering such foul language, he believed he was sure to be worshipped.

But that's not the case in reality.

From not far away, a deep, dissatisfied voice came from a burly man.

"You mediocre person, do you really think writing poetry is as simple as eating shit?"

"If you don't understand, don't speak carelessly. If you dare to bother me again, I won't hesitate to teach you to be quiet with my fists."

"!"

Upon hearing this, the man immediately shrank his neck and looked down at the ground, as if what he had just said was not his doing.

The hiccup passes.

Li Renyi looked at his wife with a mixture of worry and expectation in his eyes.

My dear wife, you must persevere! I've already invested money in you.

Li Mubai found an empty seat and sat down, holding a cup of tea in his hand. Two female fans were feeding him pastries beside him.

"Poet Immortal, have a bite of osmanthus cake, it's fragrant and sweet. Don't worry about that woman."

"Yeah, that Fang Xiaoxiao, I heard she can't read many characters, she can't even write her own name, she's just a good-for-nothing."

The two women whispered in his ear, one after the other, constantly slandering Fang Xiaoxiao.

Although Li Mubai's face showed that he was annoyed by the people around him, he was actually relieved inside.

He was genuinely a little worried. If Fang Xiaoxiao was indeed the one who composed "Shuidiao Getou," then composing a similar one shouldn't be too difficult.

Even if we take a step back and assume that the version is not as amazing as "Shuidiao Getou", it should still be slightly better than my own adaptation of "Shuidiao Getou".

He believed that he was no less than other great writers, but when compared to the poem "Shuidiao Getou," no one else could surpass it, and he himself could not surpass it either.

Seeing reality clearly is also seeing yourself clearly.

It's the perfect time.