Unlimited supplies: Bringing space to the supermarket to keep the right minister

Chapter 307 Damn
However, most of the intellectuals who do business like this are scholars with academic qualifications. Zhao Zhiqun is the only one who is not even a child.

When Yu Xiaolian heard that Zhao Zhiyun had a book about eight houses, her eyes widened like copper bells.

Is this...an ancient library?

"My elder brother's books are not for everyone to read, even if his own daughter wants to read them, he has to get his consent, borrow them and record them in the book before they can take them back to read.

If the book is a little bit damaged after reading it, the person who borrowed it will have to write a new copy.

Once, my seven-year-old nephew in the fourth room borrowed a book of poetry from my elder brother, and accidentally spilled a little tea on it.

Then, my little nephew spent three months and worked so hard to copy a new copy for him. As a result, he still hated his poor handwriting and asked him to copy it again.

Do you think he is human?His child is only seven years old, so it would be great if he could copy a new copy for you. The requirements are so high. At that time, my little nephew forced me to die.

Later, my mother came forward and protected my little nephew, so I didn't copy it a second time. "

Zhao Zhiqun hated it, and talked about a lot of his elder brother's eccentricities.

"Hey, my little nephew, you should know him. My little nephew is Zhao Xudong. He studied at Shuren Academy. Do you know him?"

Yu Xiaolian nodded, "Yes!"

After hearing Zhao Zhiqun's words, Yu Xiaolian finally understood why Zhao Xudong said he didn't want to be a scholar at all.

Well, if he passed the examination as a scholar, he had to go to Jianyin Academy to study, and the dean of Jianyin Academy was his uncle.

Zhao Xudong was afraid that his uncle would die.

It is indeed a suffocating thing to have such a rigid and rigorous uncle.

Yu Xiaolian sympathized with Zhao Xudong in her heart, and then bowed to Zhao Zhiqun, "I really have to go!"

Zhao Zhiyun's poetry meeting was scheduled for the evening, although it was not yet noon, but Yu Xiaolian had to go back and prepare.

Because Zhao Zhiyun might catch her by surprise, and she had to be prepared for any difficulties that would arise for her.

Yu Xiaolian returned to the third floor of Zhenpin Pavilion, went to the small second floor of the space, and searched in the utility room of her house.

She remembered that there were three hundred Tang poems.

After searching for a while, I couldn't find [-] Tang poems, but I found a book of ancient poems necessary for primary and middle school students.

OK, talk is better than nothing.

Yu Xiaolian immediately began to preview.

While memorizing, she couldn't help complaining about Zhao Zhiyun. If the old guy hadn't invited her again and again, she wouldn't have sadly picked up the textbook again.

Yu Xiaolian memorized it for two hours, forgetting to eat and sleep. Fortunately, with the foundation of the past, it is not difficult to memorize it.

After finishing a book of poems, Yu Xiaolian realized that she was both thirsty and hungry, so she hurried to the refrigerator to take out a piece of raw steak, and went to the kitchen to fry it.

After frying the steak in a pan until it was medium rare, Yu Xiaolian opened another bottle of red wine.

This wine is not sold in the supermarket, it is a good dry red hidden in her father's wine cabinet.

Yu Xiaolian ate a piece of steak, drank a small glass, and then left the space contentedly.

Yu Xiaolian changed her clothes, greeted Zhao Erya, and then walked slowly to Zhao's house in the west of the city.

Although she had never been to Mrs. Zhao's house, as long as she casually inquired where Zhao's house was in the west of the city, no passer-by would know.

Only when Yu Xiaolian arrived did he know how big Zhao Zhiyun's poem will be.

There are crowds of people at the entrance, and the room is full of bustling people. Everyone is wearing long gowns, some are made of high-quality silk and satin fabrics, and some are made of coarse cloth gowns.

The arrival of Yu Xiaolian made Zhao Zhiyun overjoyed. You must know that Zhao Zhiyun used to disdain to invite women to his poetry meeting, but now he has changed the rules so that Yu Xiaolian will not be embarrassed at the poetry meeting.

Therefore, in the recent poetry gatherings held by the Zhao family, many talented women came here especially, and the sisters of the Feng family and Ma Xiyue were also present.

Yu Xiaolian was invited by Zhao Zhiyun to sit down at the table in front.

Sitting still, Ma Xiyue came over.

Although Ma Xiyue didn't like Yu Xiaolian, since the last competition, her father had already analyzed the pros and cons of it for her, telling her not to offend Yu Xiaolian again.

Not only can't offend her, but also try to befriend her as much as possible.

Ma Xiyue slightly bent her knees and bowed to Yu Xiaolian, "Master Yu, I said in the last competition that if I lose, I will let Master Yu..."

Yu Xiaolian interrupted Ma Xiyue with a wave of her hand, "Don't mention the past, people have to look forward."

Ma Xiyue thought that Yu Xiaolian would embarrass and humiliate her, but unexpectedly, Yu Xiaolian acted like nothing happened, as if there had never been any unpleasantness between the two of them.

At this moment, Ma Xiyue felt a trace of guilt in her heart.

It is no accident that Yu Xiaolian became famous today.

Not to mention anything else, as far as this Rongren's heart is concerned, she cannot compare with it.

If she, Ma Xiyue, had won that competition, she would probably have humiliated Yu Xiaolian severely every time she saw her, right?
The more Ma Xiyue thought about it, the more she felt that she couldn't compare with Yu Xiaolian.

"Thank you, Mrs. Yu, for the completion paperwork!" Ma Xiyue saluted Yu Xiaolian again, and then blushed and sat down at the desk on the other side.

"Yeah, so Ma Xiyue got the graduation papers from the Women's College of Virtue?"

"I got it. I heard that Master Yu went to Master Lu to ask for it."

"Tsk tsk... Yu Xiaolian is really big-bellied!"

"That's right, it's worthy of our admiration just for being so tolerant."

Listening to the buzzing discussions around her, Yu Xiaolian suppressed the smile on her lips, pretending to be indifferent.

Little did they know that this scene fell into the eyes of several elderly wives, and they even thought that Yu Xiaolian was neither arrogant nor impatient, and was a good-natured woman.

Alas, it happens to be a daughter!

Several old masters felt sorry in their hearts.

When almost everyone arrived, everyone sat down on the floor, and the maids of the Zhao Mansion brought some exquisite snacks and mellow tea to the table.

Yu Xiaolian was turning her head back, chatting with Su Jingchen who was sitting behind her.

Yu Xiaolian has been busy recently, and she hasn't seen Su Jingchen for several days.

It's just that she is busy, so is Su Jingchen that busy?
"Why don't you come to me?" Yu Xiaolian asked Su Jingchen.

Su Jingchen hurriedly explained in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I was late for a few days, but I'm fine now."

When Yu Xiaolian suddenly changed him into a closed space that day, Su Jingchen was actually strongly stimulated. In the past few days, Su Jingchen has been constantly building himself up.

He also thought about it carefully, whether he was attracted by Yu Xiaolian's weird skills, or by Yu Xiaolian himself.

The conclusion is that there are!
He has always believed that simply liking someone is a love without impurities. If he got close to Yu Xiaolian because he was greedy for those things in Yu Xiaolian's confined space, then he is not worthy of liking Yu Xiaolian.

Su Jingchen carefully recalled the process of getting acquainted with Yu Xiaolian.

He was sure that his interest in Yu Xiaolian began with her being different.

But he asked himself again, if one day Yu Xiaolian lost this weird ability, would he still like her?
The answer is yes.

Therefore, now Su Jingchen is calm towards Shangyu Xiaolian.

He was afraid that he would become a hypocrite who was greedy for Yu Xiaolian's things, but he couldn't help but want to know Yu Xiaolian's secrets. It can be said that Su Jingchen actually spent the past few days in extreme contradictions.

Seeing Yu Xiaolian questioning him slightly dissatisfied now, the last uncertainty in Su Jingchen's heart disappeared.

As long as she is his girl, nothing else matters.

How many days did you delay?

Yu Xiaolian frowned, it seemed that her reckless behavior that day scared Su Jingchen.

"Oh, I won't be so rash next time.

Are you scared? "Yu Xiaolian asked softly.

Su Jingchen shook his head lightly, "No!"

In fact, there is a little bit.

But he is a man, how can he admit that he is a little scared?
In fact, no matter how strong a person is in martial arts or ability, they will panic and be at a loss when encountering things beyond their control.

"Tsk tsk..."

Yu Xiaolian had just clicked her tongue twice when she heard Zhao Zhiyun calling her name.

Zhao Zhiyun took plum blossoms as the theme and asked everyone present to compose poems on the spot.

Yu Xiaolian glanced at the paper, ink, pens and inkstones and the exquisite pastries on the table, and decisively stretched out her hand to pinch a piece of pastry, and put it in her mouth.

Everyone: "..."

Why doesn't Master Yu grind ink?Why not conceive it?Why did you still eat it?
"Well..."

Su Jingchen poked Yu Xiaolian's back lightly with a pen.

Yu Xiaolian turned her head.

He naturally took the ink that Su Jingchen had ground, and then handed the inkstone and ink sticks on his desks to Su Jingchen.

Under the surprised eyes of everyone, Yu Xiaolian winked at Su Jingchen, young man, something will happen!

After Yu Xiaolian ate a piece of snacks, she picked up the brush.

Normally, she would definitely have taken out the black signature pen in her sleeve, but this ink is not ordinary ink, it was grinded by her boyfriend, so she can't waste his boyfriend's thought, after all, use it.

Yu Xiaolian wrote a poem "Early Plum Blossom" by Qi Ji, a poet of the Tang Dynasty.

Thousands of trees are frozen to break, and the lonely root is warm and returns alone.

In the deep snow in front of the village, a branch bloomed last night.

As soon as he finished writing, the paper under the pen was taken away by Mr. Zhao who had been waiting at the side.

After Zhao Zhiyun read it aloud, he felt as if he had found a treasure, and after praising it, he passed "Zaomei" to Mrs. Ying next to him.

After "Zaomei" was circulated one by one, Mrs. Zhao carefully put away the manuscript.

Immediately afterwards, everyone showed their plum blossom poems one after another.

There are probably as many as seventy or eighty people in this poetry club, men and women, young and old, and some of them don’t have separate cases, but a few people share one case. Anyway, there are many, many people who want to take this opportunity to show their talents.

Therefore, after Mr. Zhao appraised and discussed them one by one, it was already an hour later.

Yu Xiaolian yawned. If she hadn't come to this poetry meeting, she would have been at home for a while now.

After Mr. Zhao finally read everyone's plum blossom poems, Yu Xiaolian thought that Mr. Zhao would let the plum blossoms go, Mr. Zhao said again, who can use seven characters and seven rhythms to make an excellent plum blossom poem? I am willing to use a pair of green bamboo screens worth thousands of taels in his house as a reward for the winner.

"Ah, the green bamboo screen? Isn't that the screen that Mr. Zhao loves the most? Why are you willing to take it out as a prize?" Someone was surprised.

"You're stupid, you didn't even realize that. Mr. Zhao is trying to catch Mrs. Yu. Mr. Yu has such a temper that if you don't see a rabbit, you won't scatter hawks. Mr. Zhao can't help it."

"Heh... Then Mr. Zhao has really lost all his money."

Yu Xiaolian doesn't take it seriously for the "blood capital" that everyone calls, what is the favorite green bamboo screen, if you love it, you won't take it out!

Just like her family's double-sided embroidered screen, the one embroidered by Ding Wulang's mother, she likes it very much, and she doesn't want to give away things she likes.

Unless she is tired of seeing this thing, doesn't like it, and wants to change it to a new style, she will give it away or something.

Let's talk about a worn-out screen, even if she wins it back, it probably won't be sold in the store.

Who would spend thousands of taels on second-hand goods?Not an antique.

A second-hand screen is not as good as a real one thousand taels of silver, no, it may not be as good as five hundred taels of silver.

Yu Xiaolian remained indifferent.

What?This is an honor?Is this a sign of talent?

Sorry, she has changed her mind now, it's better not to be too famous.

After becoming famous, there are too many troubles, too many.

Now that Yu Xiaolian goes out, there are too many people who know her, so she is often followed by some inexplicable people, and it is even more common for her to be talked about behind her back.

The strange thing is that even when Yu Xiaolian puts on red nail polish, it can be rumored that Mrs. Yu worked so hard to write the paper, and the nails are tired red.

Fortunately, most of the rumors about Yu Xiaolian were good, and only a small part was negative, but this also made Yu Xiaolian realize what it means to be fearful.

In the past, Yu Xiaolian thought that the greater the fame, the greater the official career in the future.

But after thinking about it for a while, Yu Xiaolian felt that she might have been fooled by Dean Ying. In this era, it is extremely difficult for a woman to become a great writer.

As long as a man is talented, he can reach the sky in one step.

It doesn't matter how many steps a woman takes.

She'd better get money honestly, as for the others, she didn't want to think about it anymore.

Life is short, you should make your life easier.

Master Zhao saw that Yu Xiaolian was still not writing, so he turned around anxiously.

Could it be that Master Yu is not good at seven words and seven laws?

"Master Yu, why haven't you written?" Feng Suyue asked her sister Feng Suyun.

"Seven words and seven rhymes are more difficult, maybe Master Yu is conceiving." Feng Suyun blew softly as he finished speaking, and then he wrote the poem himself.

At this time, Yu Xiaolian was looking back at Su Jingchen's writing.

After Su Jingchen finished writing, the two looked at each other and smiled. Yu Xiaolian couldn't help but give Su Jingchen a thumbs up.

This word looks pleasing to the eye, and this poem is easy to read.

Zhao Zhiyun knows Su Jingchen's talent, and he is very optimistic about his new student, and he plans to let Su Jingchen try it in the autumn next year!

So, when he saw Yu Xiaolian giving Su Jingchen a thumbs up, Zhao Zhiyun hurriedly handed over the poems handed over by other students to Dean Ying for review.

He was not in the mood to read those poor poems, what he wanted was a masterpiece, Zhao Zhiyun came over and took away the poems that Su Jingchen had just written.

After some heated discussions and comparisons, Dean Zhao finally gave Su Jingchen the green bamboo screen as a reward.

Ma Jingwen stared at Su Jingchen leisurely, ever since this person came to Los Angeles, he has taken away his halo that originally belonged to him, damn it!
(End of this chapter)