Power to the government and the public: Qian engaged in business in ancient times

Chapter 56
Chen Yuanwai looked up at Wei Nuo who was walking away, and followed him: "Master Wei, great advice!"

Seeing that the hostility in Chen Linong's eyes disappeared, Wei Nuo knew that what he said just now had successfully misled his thoughts, so he immediately smiled: "Hahaha, each other."

"Haha, Mr. Wei is really the Yangtze River. The waves behind push the waves ahead. The green emerges from the blue and is better than the blue."

"Mr. Chen is being polite."

"Master Wei, let's go, let's go to the Shixuan Building to see if this year's young talents are better than those of previous years!"

"it is good!"

……

Wen Qian got off in old man Mo's ox cart when he arrived at the entrance of the town.

She was walking well on the road when she passed a bookstore.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man rushed out from inside, his eyes were bright, and he stopped in front of Wen Qian with a displeased expression on his face: "Wen Xiucai, you made it easy for me to find you, it's been more than a month, you promised to give What about the notebook I wrote?"

"Book?" Wen Qian blinked her eyes, a little confused, this person looks familiar, she should have seen it somewhere.

The middle-aged man saw Wen Qian's hesitation and mistakenly thought that he hadn't written it, so he grabbed Wen Qian's sleeve excitedly, and said with an ugly face: "Wen Xiucai, you didn't write it, did you? I have many book readers here I have paid a deposit, and have been waiting for your new book. You have smashed my Uncle Zhu's signboard. If you offend Mr. Chen, what do you want me to do?"

Wen Qian suddenly remembered.

The middle-aged man’s name is Zhu Wengui. He is an old boy. After taking the exam for ten years, he failed to become a master scholar, so he opened a family bookstore to make a living. Sizhong.

So this Uncle Zhu is looking for novels from me, no...he is asking me for a book of stories!
These thoughts flashed through Wen Qian's mind, her brows furrowed and then slowly relaxed, "Uncle Zhu misunderstood, I have already written the story book. There are many things to do recently, and I forgot them at home. I will send them to you in the afternoon. "

Zhu Wengui let go of his hands after hearing this, and smiled warmly: "Just write it, just write it. If you have something to do, do it first, and it won't be too late tomorrow."

Wen Gan, who was selected as a scholar at the age of 15, felt a little bit of sympathy with him, and felt a little bit of sympathy.

Gu Cai asked him to leave the scriptures in bookstores for sale, but he unexpectedly won the love of scholars, and even attracted the pursuit of dignitaries, including Chen Yuanwai who cannot be offended.

There was a hint of surprise in Wen Qian's eyes, and he couldn't distinguish the truth from the false for the time being, after saluting again, he straightened his body and looked at him indifferently: "Uncle Zhu, you are welcome, I will send the scriptures in the afternoon. "

Zhu Wengui smiled and said, "Okay."

"Thank you, Uncle Zhu, for your tolerance. I'll take my leave first." Wen Qian cupped her hands and walked past Zhu Wengui.

Seeing Wen Qianqing's cold, alienated and indifferent back, Zhu Wengui's face darkened, and a stern look flashed in his eyes.

He wants to see if this Wen Gan can win the exam this year?

Thinking of Hot Spring Gui's death again, a trace of sarcasm appeared on the corner of his mouth, although there are not many intelligent people in the world, there are also many.

Perhaps, before it could become a blockbuster, it disappeared in smoke!
Withdrawing his gaze, Zhu Wengui turned and entered the bookstore.

Wen Qian walked under the willow tree next to Chen's mansion and stopped.

The main door of the Chen residence was wide open, and there were servants standing on the left and right sides, both of them were holding a book list in their hands.

Everyone who goes in has to report his name, either the servant on the left will draw a stroke in the book, or the servant on the right will draw a stroke in the book.

Afterwards, the two servants would bow and bow to the person who came, or bow their hands in a salute, and everything was in order.

Just as Wen Qian was about to walk over, a familiar voice sounded behind her: "Brother, are you also here for the poetry meeting?"

Wen Qian turned her head to look: "Jiang Huai!"

Jiang Huai chuckled: "Hey, I thought you wouldn't come again!"

A slight smile appeared on Wen Qian's face, and he looked at Jiang Huai playfully: "What? Are you afraid I will steal your limelight?"

In fact, there is no information about the poetry meeting, so I can only guess.

Jiang Huai sneered and said: "Hahaha, you think highly of me too much, I'm just playing around and watching the fun. Let's go together!"

Wen Qian nodded: "OK."

When the two came to the gate of the mansion, the two servants immediately asked: "Hello, two young masters, please report your names."

"Wen dry."

"Jianghuai."

The servants on the left and right began to search in the roster,
Soon the servant on the right found Jianghuai's name, and asked the two of them, "Which one of you is Jianghuai, put a tick on the roster!"

"I come."

Jiang Huai said as he took the pen from the servant on the right, and drew a tick in the blank space behind the name.

The servant on the right immediately nodded to Jiang Huai, polite and polite: "Jiang Tongsheng, please come inside."

Jiang Huai stepped into the gate with a smile, then stepped aside and waited for Wen Qian.

At this moment, the servant on the left had already searched through the roster, but could not find the name of 'Wen Gan', so he could only quietly wait for the colleague on the right to search.

Seeing that the third pair of eyes was staring at him, the servant on the right was a little nervous, and the speed of browsing immediately increased. Seeing that the roster was almost at the end, and there was still no word 'Wen Gan', a trace of doubt flashed across his face, so he buried his head and continued to browse. .

Wen Qian noticed his nervousness, thought his name was not in the roster, and reached out to touch her cuff.

She remembered that Wen Liang said that this jade pendant was given by Tao Zhe's rich son, and he could also enter the poetry club with it.

Suddenly, the servant on the right shouted in surprise: "Ah, I found it! Wen Gan, a talented scholar, lives in Wenjia Village..."

As he spoke, he handed out the writing brush, and bowed to salute: "Wen Xiu is good!"

"En." Wen Qian snorted softly, paused the hand holding the jade pendant, put it back into the sleeve silently, took the servant's pen, and drew a tick in one go.

She raised her head high and came to Jiang Huai's side, the two walked side by side, chatting and laughing in the mansion.

It was June, mid-summer.

Most of the delicate flowers in spring have come to an end, half thanks, a fly in the ointment, with a hint of twilight.

The flower gardens outside the Chen Fu Shixuan Pavilion are still competing for beauty.

Wen Qian saw the peony among the flowers at a glance. It was blooming with its own charm, the smallest was the size of a bowl, and the largest was as big as a football.

The petals are layered on top of each other, twisting and turning, suppressing the elegant and fragrant yellow chrysanthemum and the delicate and beautiful peony next to it, and the other petite famous flowers are even more inconspicuous.

Sure enough, it answered the poem:

Who doesn't love peony flowers, occupying the best things in the city.

The blooming of a hundred flowers is alluring, but it is not as good as Kao's noble hearts.

If it was placed in modern times, Wen Qian would move it away without saying a word, and enjoy her youth alone.

A big hand tugged at his long gown lightly, squinting at Jiang Huai.

Only then did Wen Qian realize that she had lost her mind because of this peony.

"Brother, we are here for the poetry meeting, so don't miss the time. If you like flowers, after the poetry meeting is over, I will take you to my Zhuangzi to see the sea of ​​flowers."

Jiang Huai finished speaking with a smile, and urged: "Hurry up, walk through this flower garden and enter the green bamboo forest in front, there is the Shixuan Pavilion."

"My lord, we meet again!"

A pleasant and beautiful voice came from the edge of the bamboo forest at the end of the flower garden.

A young girl about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a red fir skirt, walked slowly towards her.

is her!

Seeing who's coming, Wen Qian secretly said it's not good!
It was Miss Meng Lang who had stepped on her foot by mistake at the gate of Fengyu Building.

Jiang Huai, who was at the side, saw the person coming, and hurriedly bowed his hands and said, "Jiang Tongsheng met Miss Tao."

Tao Yi dismissed Jianghuai's common courtesy, raised his head and looked at Wen Qian with a smile, innocent and innocent: "My lord, can you tell me your name?"

Wen Qian really didn't like the way this girl looked at her. There seemed to be a strange greed hidden under her innocent and pretty appearance, so she responded lightly: "An ordinary scholar next to me is not worthy of Miss Tao's concern."

"No! It doesn't matter if you are a scholar or not, just because of your handsome face like jade, you are no ordinary lady here."

Tao Yi looked at Wen Qian's face obsessively, and greedily looked at his graceful figure, the more satisfied he looked.

This was better than the young talents she had captured in the past, especially the indifference all over her body was particularly charming.

"Are you going to a poetry meeting?"

"In this way, even if you don't tell me your name now, I can still get it from other people, such as..."

Tao Yi rolled his eyes, and looked at Jiang Huai who was peeking aside watching the play: "Jiang Huai, do you know the name of the young man beside you?"

(End of this chapter)