Traveling through the farmhouse: there is room for the group pet Fubao

Chapter 139

To whomever this is said, it is definitely impossible to copy two copies and one person will get one. If it is given to the magistrate, it will become the government's, and it can no longer be sold to the shopkeeper Lu.

If it was for shopkeeper Lu, the magistrate would have no place to show his face. Even if he is not afraid of being an official, he still has to give him some face.

Chu Tian felt that Xu Liran was weak, how could she throw such a profound question to a little girl.

I have to throw it back.

"Xu Liran, who should you give some advice to?" Who can't play football?
"Poetry is yours, you decide."

Xu Liran is a bitch!
Chu Tian was unhappy in her heart, with a smile on her face, "That's fine, first come, first served. This song is from shopkeeper Lu. If the magistrate likes it, I have a few more words."

Granddaughter, what else?Mr. Tang felt that he had no place in his granddaughter's heart. He asked his granddaughter if he didn't have it, and now he said yes.

Now the big guy stopped talking and stared at the little girl, but the prefect didn't hold on to the poem so tightly.

Just when the magistrate's hand loosened a little, shopkeeper Lu took the opportunity to pull gently, and he got it.

"Thank you, Master Min."

The prefect of Min gave him a rolling look, and shopkeeper Lu smiled, offending the prefect for a good poem, it's worth it!
"Mountain darkly, vista."

On a piece of paper, there are two lines of elegant lowercase letters.

"No? No?" Zhifu Min read these two sentences repeatedly. Isn't this exactly what he wants?There are not many good poems, but only two sentences can win people's hearts.

Xu Liran was also puzzled, there should be more.

"It's really gone! It's okay, I will leave with my grandfather first, so as not to delay General Xu's discussion with the magistrate."

I'm just a porter, I don't want to move too much today, I'm tired, I just want to say love or not, Chu Tian has to hurry up.

"Miss Chu, this?" Shopkeeper Lu asked holding up the paper in his hand.

"The money will be sent to Chu's residence. I will go to Sanyuan Bookstore to find you in a few days after talking about the book."

The little girl does things in a chic and unrestrained way, she is courageous, and she does things exquisitely and transparently. The two high-ranking officials have their own concerns, but the same thing is that they are all convinced by the little girl.

Mr. Tang bid farewell to Xu Liran and Zhifu Min.

Chu Tian just nodded, thinking to herself, I'm just a child, and you are so entangled in etiquette with a child that your official structure must not work.

Xu Liran was no stranger to it, the prefect Min was not easy to pick on etiquette.

As soon as he got back to the house, Mr. Tang immediately went to give eye drops to his elder grandson Chu Xiangwen. No wonder he was in a hurry. With his younger granddaughter for comparison, his grandson couldn't be too bad.

"Xiang Wen, your sister is writing poetry again today."

"I don't have the talent and learning of a girl. She has a fairy master, but grandpa, I will study hard and try not to be too bad, so as not to embarrass you."

"Well, dear grandson, you're right to think so. Grandpa won't bother you. There's no way out when there are many mountains and rivers, and the willows are dark and the flowers are bright..."

Chu Xiangwen silently read the two sentences read by his grandfather in his heart, knowing that the sister just wrote it, sister, are you still letting people live?If grandpa doesn't force him, he feels ashamed.

"Da Zhu, bring dinner to the study, and then no one is allowed to disturb you."

"Yes, young master."

Xiang Wen kept telling himself that hard work can make up for one's weakness, and hard work can make up for one's weakness...

Coming out of the eldest grandson's study, Elder Tang walked around the courtyard, almost colliding with Da Cheng, the porter.

"What are you doing so frizzy?"

"Master, the guy from Sanyuan Bookstore is here to find Miss."

"Don't bother Miss, I'll go and have a look."

Mr. Tang didn't see his little granddaughter bouncing around in the front yard, so he was probably in a rush to write a storybook, and all of them were doing serious business, so he was the one to deal with all the miscellaneous things.

"Shopkeeper Lu is looking for my granddaughter? Just tell me what's going on."

"I've seen the old man, this is 120 taels from my shopkeeper."

Elder Tang took the cash handed over by the bookstore clerk, "Okay, you go back first, tell shopkeeper Lu, and invite him to drink tea another day."

Holding the 120 taels from the bookstore, Mr. Tang was thinking, didn't the magistrate also get a few sentences?Those two sentences don't seem to be worse than the two pieces of paper from shopkeeper Lu, and I don't see them coming to give a hundred and eighty taels. An official really doesn't know how to be a man!
"Father, what are you talking about?"

"Girl, today I went to the play garden with Sweet Girl, and I met shopkeeper Lu and asked her to write poems. Look, this is the reward."

"Didn't Han Guang tell her to hide her clumsiness and not to show off every day? Why did she get into trouble again? Let her father know that I have no good people."

"Hey, what's the point? Your daughter has already been in the limelight in the capital. What's the point? Tell me, it's different now. Our family is not afraid now. Don't worry, I'll take care of it in Han Guang."

Elder Tang put the money in Tang Yun's hands, "Aren't you going back to the village tomorrow? Buy some good things for your mother to take home, and you can collect the money for the New Year, too. Your daughter's money is here for you."

"Okay, I'll note it down."

Tang Yun took it over and saw that it was only 20 taels more than last time, but last time he held a hundred taels of silver and thought it was quite a lot, now he has another hundred and twenty taels, which is pocket money.

Chu Tian was taking care of Liuyun in the stable. Elder Tang thought she was writing a storybook, but she was not in the room, so he found the stable.

"Sweet girl, why are you messing with it, write your script quickly."

"Don't worry, Grandpa, how about we have a horse race outside the city tomorrow?"

"You go to write your storybook now, and tomorrow you will race horses."

If it wasn't for the words first, Chu Tian wouldn't have listened to the fact that grandpa couldn't go out alone without his company, so let's talk about it.

Write something?

Most of the people who buy books in the bookstore are young scholars. So, what do young people here lack the most?

Love, an eternal topic.

So free love is a species that is lacking in this dynasty. Why do some people always think that young men and women in the Republic of China are the most romantic?It's not because he was just rescued from the feudal ethics of the Qing Dynasty.And the fire of free love has just been ignited, and it is in a half-hidden, half-lit state. It is novel and exciting, can it not be romantic?

So, writing a book about free love now, will the young people here open a window to a new world?

Just do what you say, make an outline, and write the opening chapter. The brain is quick, but the pen is not good enough. No wonder the ancients were able to reduce every word.

After dinner, I continued to write. Fortunately, Qingju came in every two hours to add charcoal to the stove, otherwise Chu Tian would freeze to death, but when a story stuck, it was already dawn.

Chu Tian happened to be bumped into by his old lady who hadn't slept all night.

"You said that you can't write anything day and night, really, go to sleep, don't listen to your grandpa, he's a shameless person."

"Tang Yun, early in the morning you said that you are my father, hurry back to the village, I will be very angry when I see you."

"Father, our family doesn't need to be as tired as Tian'er. You can see that she doesn't have enough meat for a frying pan, don't you feel bad?"

Not only the old lady came to see the daughter, but also the grandfather came to see the granddaughter early in the morning, and the father and daughter who were not very good at dealing with each other had another quarrel.

(End of this chapter)