The evil sister-in-law dressed as a yandere boss

Chapter 68
The two of them went to the bookstore to return the book. This time the book was thicker and contained three hundred words, which was about the same as what Pei Zhan earned from working in the quarry for ten days.

The shopkeeper was already acquainted with Tao Zhen, so he stopped Tao Zhen and asked, "Is this young master the person who copied the book?"

Pei Zhan was wearing a hat, covering the tattoo on his face. The shopkeeper didn't know if he could guess their identities, but he said: "During the Spring Festival, we have a talent conference here. If you are interested, you can come over." Take a look."

Pei Zhan has no interest, and he is not a talented person. Besides, just with tattoos on his face, he might not even be able to get through the threshold.

Tao Zhen asked with great interest: "If I come out on top, are there any prizes?"

It was not unusual for the shopkeeper to ask such a question from Tao Zhen. After all, Tao Zhen and the shopkeeper knew that they were living in poverty, so he said patiently: "Of course there is, but the value is not high. It should be one of the four treasures of the study or something."

Tao Zhen didn't mind, even if it was the Four Treasures of the Study, Pei Zhan's brush was all frayed, which greatly affected his performance. Besides, Pei Heng was seven years old after the Chinese New Year, and it was time for him to learn to read.

Tao Zhen asked some more precautions, such as whether or not to be present in person, how to compete, etc. The shopkeeper told them everything.

In the preliminary round, you submit your own essay and write poems according to the requirements.

There was no business now, so the shopkeeper explained patiently to Tao Zhen. In fact, he was telling Pei Zhan. Can Pei Zhan know how to compose poetry?Of course I know how to do it. When I was living in the capital, how could I get a foothold if I didn't know a few songs?

"What's the topic for the preliminary round?" Tao Zhen asked.

The shopkeeper said: "Just choose a topic for Fenghuaxueyue."

Tao Zhen thought for a while and asked, "Can I borrow your pen and ink?"

Naturally, the bookstore has a complete set of pens and ink, and the shopkeeper is also an elegant person, so he naturally has no objection. Tao Zhen handed the pen to Pei Zhan: "Here is a poem."

Pei Zhan looked at her and was very speechless: "Is this a poem that just comes out of nowhere?"

He has excellent medical skills, but he is not very good at poetry and poetry.

The shopkeeper also smiled: "Why don't you go back and think about it?"

Tao Zhen: "Is this difficult?"

The holiday is coming soon, and I think the day lilies have been cold for a few days when I go back.

"You can do it?" Pei Zhan laughed angrily.Tao Zhen's handwriting was like a dog crawling. She definitely couldn't write it, so she said, "Then I'll read it and you write it."

Pei Zhan looked at her with interest: "Okay."

Damn girl, you're crazy about money, but writing poetry isn't just shit, just do it as you say?

Tao Zhen said: "The north wind blows the white grass on the ground, and the sky is full of snow in August..."

Pei Zhan was stunned, glanced at Tao Zhen, and started writing. Even the shopkeeper who was watching the excitement looked serious.

"Suddenly like a spring breeze overnight, thousands of pear trees bloom."

The shopkeeper came closer and looked at the poems written by Pei Zhan on the paper. He was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth: "Three of them are romantic, romantic, snowy and beautiful. What a poem..."

Tao Zhen was very ashamed. If she hadn't been forced by life, she would never plagiarize other people's things. Moreover, this poem was actually longer than this. When I first recited it, I just memorized these few sentences and didn't remember the first part.

"So be it."

Meiren Pei held the pen, her eyes deepened, and asked her: "What should I write in my signature?"

Tao Zhen said: "Write about you."

Pei Zhan said: "I didn't do it. Don't write about me."

Tao Zhen thought for a moment and said, "Let's write about ancient times."

Today people do not see the ancient times and the moon, this month once looked like the ancients.

Pei Zhan wrote and handed it to the shopkeeper: "Thank you for your work."

Everyone in the Pei family is good at writing. The shopkeeper stroked his non-existent beard and nodded: "What a poem, what a poem!"

Pei Zhan looked at Tao Zhen with a somewhat uncomplicated look.

(End of this chapter)