Farmers earn a living with their sons to make money

Chapter 332
"It's such a headwind, it's easy to destroy! Miss Zirao wrote three masterpieces in one breath, and I really admire them. Miss Zirao is the one who writes the most poems today!"

"Not bad, Mr. Zhang seems to like the second one, and Miao likes the first one. In this life, Miao will be lucky enough to hear the poems like 'I don't want to fight for spring, I will be jealous of others'. No regrets!"

"Master Zhang and Master Miao have specially reserved a poem for Qiao, Mr. Mo, and Ms. Ziluo, and the three of us decided on it!"

The three who spoke were the three wives of Feng Moxuan who were the judges. The three of them "occupied" three poems one by one without any shyness, and "divided the spoils" with satisfaction!
At the Plum Blossom Appreciation Banquet, the poems written on the spot were decided by someone, but that happened only once in a few years, and it was given by three judges. This was the first time since the Plum Blossom Appreciation Banquet opened.

"Miss Zirao really has a good demeanor. Even an ordinary literary scholar can't compose three poems like this in one go. After today, Miss Zirao will be famous in Lanling City!" Mrs. Shi saw Yun Zi Rao went back to the hall and sat down next to Li Mengshi, and the words of appreciation immediately came out of her mouth.

"Ms. Xie Shi's praise!" Neither humble nor overbearing, nor humble and arrogant, accepted it calmly.

"Miss Zirao is really amazing. My elder sister has always loved poetry, but she can't compose such good lines."

"Are you...?" Yun Zirao had not been introduced by Li Mengshi, so she couldn't figure out the identities of the woman and the two young ladies next to her for a moment. The woman in the bright red cloak asked softly.

Li Mengshi glanced this way, did not stop, did not make a sound, on the surface he pretended not to care, but in fact his heart was already churning.

"My wife is Meng Li, and these are my two daughters. The older one is named Meng Yuan, and the one who talks to Miss Zirao is named Meng Le. It’s not in vain to come to the plum feast this time!” Mrs. Meng smiled lovingly at Yun Zirao, her eyes filled with smiles, and she introduced it to Yun Zirao.

"So it's Sister Meng Le, Zirao is being polite." Yun Zirao smiled at the two Meng sisters in a friendly manner, and nodded at Mrs. Meng.

Yun Zirao didn't know the specific situation of the Meng family, so she could only deal with it politely, and it wouldn't be too late to get closer if she found out the situation in the future.

"It's just a few poems. Anyone who comes to the plum appreciation banquet today, who doesn't prepare three or five poems in advance to save face..."

Just when Meng Le was about to speak to Yun Zirao again, an unusually ear-piercing voice sounded. Yun Zirao frowned, and turned to look at the source of the sound. In the hallway to the south, the speaker was a man in brocade and blue clothes. Yun Zirao only thought he looked familiar, but he didn't remember who it was.

"Oh?! This son said so, it seems that he has prepared three or five poems, why not sing them out for everyone to appreciate?" Yun Zirao countered hesitantly. A big man actually said such a sour poem. Yun Zirao thinks that she didn't offend him, and besides, the poems she recited, among the 5000-year-old rivers in China, are all masterpieces about plum blossoms. There are many talented people in Aoyun Continent, but they can It can be said that there are only a handful of people who have written more than the three poems she just memorized!

"Since Mr. Qi said so, I think you must be confident. Miss Zirao, even if you don't ask, I'm afraid Mr. Qi will have to show it. Mr. Qi, is what I said right?" Mr. Mo followed Yun Zi Rao's words, irritating words, are obviously idiots, and they are rude, they are simply asking for fun and making fun of themselves.

(End of this chapter)