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"Oh? Has there been such occurrences before? If it's a good poem, will Old Shen buy it?" Bai Ruozhu raised her eyebrows, asking while she looked at the poem on the paper. It indeed was a good poem, but she really didn't know if it was worth thirty taels of silver.
"Yes, the Capital City values literary talents, and if there were good poems in the past, we would purchase them, then frame and hang them in the Shop for customers to appreciate," the shopkeeper explained.
Bai Ruozhu stroked her chin and pondered for a while without speaking. She thought it was good to value literary talents, but this method wasn't quite appropriate, especially since it didn't bring many obvious benefits to the Shop's business. Besides, there was no concrete standard for a good poem. If you had to buy from someone selling poems today and from someone selling paintings tomorrow, even without considering whether you could afford it, the expenses were already significant.
