Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Chen Fulin smiled and asked: "Then you forgive me? Give me your address, and I will bring a moon tour and fine wine to visit you tomorrow."

Mr. Zhuang shook his head, "I believe you, but it's better to forget about the past, and it's best not to meet again in the future."

Chen Fulin: "Why?"

Mr. Zhuang sighed, "I've always been afraid of seeing old friends, isn't Master Chen not afraid at all?"

Chen Fulin couldn't help choking on the gaze of Mr. Shangzhuang, and was speechless for a while.

Mr. Chen, Mr. Jiang and others who had walked a long way joined together, shook their heads and smiled: "Mr. Chen is gentle and well-known as a good old man, and Mr. Zhuang seems to be a broad-minded person, why can't the two of them deal with each other? "

Mr. Jiang said with a smile: "The temperaments are not compatible. This is the same as writing with a pen. Some pens look good, but they just don't fit your hand. Isn't this not going to get along with each other?"

Mr. Chen: "...is Mr. Zhuang's pen more suitable for you, or Mr. Chen's pen is more suitable for you?"

Mr. Jiang laughed loudly and said: "How can you make such a comparison, be careful that Lao Zhuang will come back to settle accounts with you."

Yes, Mr. Chen understood without his answering.

And Man Bao, who was still standing on the high ground, and the three Mr. Zhuang and Chen Fulin who were talking in the distance, had a heated discussion, "Tell me, what kind of grudge does Mr. have with him?"

Bai Shan had good eyes, could see their expressions, and said, "It doesn't look like they are arguing, but sir is very polite, and it doesn't look like they are very familiar with each other."

Bai Erlang: "Mr. is not a stingy person. I don't think it's a problem left over from fighting in school. It must be a feud."

Bai Shan has a headache, "What kind of enmity could it be?"

Just as they were guessing, the three of them saw Mr. Zhuang stand up and leave, and they immediately turned around and ran down, "Sir, are we going home?"

Mr. Zhuang said with a smile: "What's the rush? I brought you to the poetry meeting. The results of the competition haven't come out yet. How can we go first? By the way, what poems have you all made today?"

Bai Erlang raised his hand first and said, "Sir, I don't compose poems."

Mr. Zhuang understood him, nodded and said: "If you don't do it, then don't do it, but after you go back, you are not allowed to stay in bed anymore. Every day after getting up early, you have to go to the garden to read poems for a quarter of an hour, and then have breakfast. go to school."

Shirajiro: ...

Mr. Zhuang turned to look at the other two, "What about you?"

The four masters and apprentices were talking and returned to the atrium. It happened that everyone’s poems had been written, and the judges were about to judge, and the poems and essays were being opened for everyone to share.

Zhang Hui took out the top three that they rated, and said with a smile: "Today's poetry meeting is quite fruitful. I have three good poems in my hand to share with you, especially this one by Bai Shan..."

Mr. Zhuang didn't even have time to hear the poem from Bai Shan. Hearing this, he turned his head and glanced at him. He didn't need to say it again, and went directly to read it.

"...Test the words of osmanthus under the moon first, and the ancestors wished that Hsinchu would go around Fengchi..." Mr. Zhuang nodded approvingly, and said to Bai Shan, "You have finally touched the edge of poetry, hahaha..."

Mr. Jiang was standing not far away, when he heard his laughter, he approached him, and asked with a smile, "Your disciple is not bad, this is the first place on today's list."

As soon as he finished speaking, the referee standing above was already looking for Bai Shan.

Man Bao and Bai Erlang immediately happily pushed Bai Shan up from left to right.

The next step is the old routine of the poetry club. As the seniors, they will encourage the younger generations, and then give them the prizes they got in public.

As the top of the list, what Bai Shan got was Mo Huiyuan's special lottery. After finishing speaking, Zhang Hui clapped his hands, and someone brought up a pot of flowers. Bai Shan took a closer look and found that it was the ink chrysanthemum they had just admired this morning.

Zhang Hui said with a smile: "The chrysanthemum is proud of the wind, and this black chrysanthemum is even rarer, and its color is noble. Mr. Bai Xiaolang, I hope you will not be afraid of the autumn cold like this pot of black chrysanthemum in the future, and bloom to your heart's content in the literary world."

Bai Shan: "...Yes, I will definitely live up to your expectations."

He looked at being placed in the middle of the table for people to watch, then turned his head to take a look at the envious eyes of everyone, and finally could only look back at Man Bao silently.

Man Bao opened his mouth wide and stared at him, feeling that this was a bit of a loss.

Bai Erlang also opened his mouth wide, then lowered his head and laughed uncontrollably.

Man Bao couldn't help pinching him, and whispered: "Why are you laughing, fool, you are at a loss too, okay?"

Bai Erlang murmured: "If he has benefits, he will give them to you first, so I don't care about them."

Mr. Zhuang also stared at the black chrysanthemum for a while, speechless, and Mr. Jiang beside him looked envious, "This chrysanthemum looks like it is about to bloom, Lao Zhuang, I will go to your place to enjoy the flowers later on."

Mr. Zhuang glanced at him and asked, "You like it?"

Mr. Jiang nodded and said, "I like it."

"Then I'll send you off."

Mr. Jiang: "..."

He looked at Mr. Zhuang suspiciously, "Are you joking or..."

Mr. Zhuang: "Seriously."

"Aren't you going to ask your disciple?"

"He will be willing." After finishing speaking, he waved Bai Shan who happened to step down, and said, "Mr. Jiang likes Mo Ju."

Bai Shan immediately said: "Then give it to Mr. Jiang, and let the servants move out and send it to Mr. Jiang's car later?"

Mr. Jiang saw that he was not strong at all, so he believed that he seemed to really not like this Mo Ju, but why?

He looked back and forth at the master and apprentice, and asked, "Do you not like ink?"

No, they don't like Manbao's black chrysanthemums, flowers and plants, they still like them very much, provided that they can't be bought by Manbao from outside.

So everyone glanced at Man Bao together.

Man Bao coughed lightly, nodded and said, "That's right, we all like bright colors, such as red and yellow, the brighter the better."

Mr. Jiang: ...I didn't expect Mr. Zhuang to look a bit elegant, but he likes such a vulgar color.

That being the case, Mr. Jiang accepted the gift happily.

He turned his head and saw Chen Fulin who was talking to someone on the side, but his eyes were always on this side. He decided to be a good man to the end, and called Mr. Shang Zhuang as his teacher and apprentice: "The first name has also been decided. Don't say anything else, my disciple. After today, at least It is famous in this area, and spreading this poem to the outside world is just a matter of time, so there is no need for us to stay here any longer, and go out for lunch together?"

Mr. Zhuang took the opportunity to invite, "Why don't you go to my place, there is not only a cook at home, but also the sweet-scented osmanthus wine I brought from my hometown. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, so I just have a drink."

Mr. Jiang couldn't help but laugh, "Didn't you quit drinking?"

"Well, it looks like I'm going to break the precept today."

The two looked at each other and laughed.

Man Bao, Bai Shan and Bai Erlang, who didn't like drinking very much, looked at the two of them inexplicably, not knowing what was so funny about it.

See you tomorrow