Getting rich peasant women will turn the world upside down

Chapter 510 I Can't Write Poetry
The Changfu is very large, especially in the east courtyard where a large field of osmanthus is planted. As soon as you enter the Changfu, you can smell the fragrance of the sweet-scented osmanthus fluttering in the wind, which is refreshing.

Chang Ruoxi led the crowd to the east courtyard, where refreshments had been prepared in the gazebo of the east courtyard.

When the maids saw the ladies from various families coming, they hurried to get busy, pouring tea for those who poured tea, and preparing desserts for those who prepared them.

Along the way, the ladies were talking and joking with each other in twos and threes, and the atmosphere was very harmonious and warm.

Lin Wan'er is a newcomer, and she doesn't know anyone here except Chang Ruoxi, and Chang Ruoxi is the master, so naturally she has to take care of everyone, and it's impossible to be by her side all the time.So no one will talk to her, so she looks lonely.But Lin Wan'er didn't care too much, she just looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in front of her and smelled the fragrance of the sweet-scented osmanthus, she was quite at ease.

At this moment, a little girl who was only twelve or thirteen years old walked up to Lin Wan'er, looked at her a little timidly, hesitated for a long time, and then said softly: "My name is Cheng Xianghe, and I am Tongzhi's daughter. Am I older? Can I call you Sister Wan'er?"

Cheng Xianghe is not particularly beautiful, with a round apple face and round eyes, she looks very cute.Lin Wan'er smiled at her: "Yes."

Cheng Xianghe's eyes lit up, his face flushed slightly, he seemed a little embarrassed, "Sister Wan'er, what does your father do, what kind of official is he?"

Because the ladies here are all the daughters of officials, it is reasonable for Cheng Xianghe to think that Lin Wan'er's father should also be an official in Beijing.

Lin Wan'er shook her head with a smile, and said to her: "My father and mother passed away early, and I am not from the capital, I only came here in March this year."

"Ah?" Cheng Xianghe obviously didn't expect this to happen, but she had no other thoughts other than being surprised. She just felt that this sister who was not much older than her should have passed away her parents early. It was extremely pitiful, so she gave birth to some sympathy. Come. "My sister is really pitiful, but it doesn't matter. If I need my sister's help in the future, just come to my sister."

Lin Wan'er didn't expect her to say that, and no matter if she was sincere or not, she should be grateful.

"Okay, then my sister will thank my sister first."

Of course, the main purpose of the sweet-scented osmanthus banquet is to appreciate the sweet-scented osmanthus, and when all the ladies get together, in addition to looking at flowers, tasting tea and eating snacks, naturally they also have to write some poems to be arty.

Chang Ruoxi is a talented woman, she casually wrote a seven-character quatrain praising sweet-scented osmanthus, which aroused applause.

Then the other ladies also wrote poems one after another. When it was Lin Wan'er's turn at last, she opened her eyes wide and looked innocent, "My younger sister is not very educated, so I won't make a fool of myself in front of them. I hope my older sisters will forgive me." She was I really don’t know how to compose poems, not even doggerel, let alone this kind of quatrain poetry with strict requirements on mediocrity.

Seeing that Lin Wan'er didn't write poems, some young ladies couldn't bear it.Originally, they were not used to seeing a new face here, but now that they are independent and refuse to write poetry, they look a little unhappy.

"Not all of us here are talented women. It's hard to say whether they are good or not, the key is to make it lively." A rather mean-looking woman looked at Lin Wan'er with a sneer and said, "Or, My sister doesn't want to show her face, and she doesn't want to write poetry?"

With this hat buttoned down, Lin Wan'er dare not wear it.So what to do, does she really want to write poetry?
(End of this chapter)