Chapter 133

When it comes to hype, song Xijiao can think of a lot of tricks in a blink of an eye. She had been working in the propaganda department before, which was nothing to do.

Sure enough, only one night, she came up with a wonderful hype idea: poetry contest!

You know, the most favorite thing of these scholars and celebrities in Jinzhou City every day is to get together to recite poems, and the happiest thing is to be in the limelight. Now she takes the initiative to organize them together and let them play their strengths to the fullest. They will certainly participate.

And the prize of the competition, of course, is her brush, ink, paper and inkstone set combination!

However, in order to hold such a competition, it is necessary to draw a person with status, influence and attractiveness as the spokesperson. Song Xijiao thinks about it, this person must be Ling Ziqing!

"Poetry contest?" Hearing these four words, Ling Ziqing showed a look of indifference.

Song Xijiao had guessed this before she came to him. He hated the bustle and didn't like to gather together. In particular, this kind of boring competition for the sake of false reputation was just like chasing ducks on the shelf.

"If you can help me, I will make you a set of customized gift box for you! The one and only as like as two peas, I promise, I will never do anything exactly the same.

"All right." Ling Ziqing said with a faint smile, "I didn't say I would not help you. It's just, why are you in such a hurry to make money. If you have any difficulties at home, you can tell me directly

Song Xijiao quickly waved her hand: "no difficulty, just, I have no sense of security. I'm still afraid of the last fire. I'm always afraid of what the eldest lady will do again. I'm sure I can make more money. "

Ling Ziqing looked at her, and her heart began to ache. Why can't such a good girl, like other women, take a leisurely daily tour of the mountains and rivers, make up and dress up, but have to work so hard to make a living? Zhongchun, if you can't take care of her, let her go.

"OK, I'll help you." Ling Ziqing filled her with tea and said with a smile, "however, that special gift box is OK. As long as you have nothing to do, you can sit down at my house, drink tea with me and talk about the sky with me."

What's the matter? Song Xijiao murmured to herself. The reward must be rewarded, and the customized gift box must also be made. It's better to drink tea and chat with heaven. Zhong Chun knows that he will not be happy.

With the signboard of Ling Ziqing, once the notice is posted, the scholar who comes to the restaurant to sign up almost breaks the threshold. The way to sign up is not complicated. As long as you show your household registration, register and pay a registration fee of $100, you can directly come to the competition on that day and enjoy free tea.

Song Xijiao owns 20 of the 100 yuan, and the rest 80 are carried into the pocket by the restaurant owner. This is inevitable, after all, compared with the cost of ink, tea is much more expensive. Not to mention, scholars usually bring their own pen and ink, and are rarely willing to use those cheap things outside.

On the day of the competition, the restaurant was as lively as the Spring Festival. Early in the morning, the boss also ordered two strings of firecrackers and posted notices to the public. Today, he did not entertain guests, but held a poetry contest.

Song Xijiao also came to the restaurant early. She thought she had come early enough. As a result, she went to the second floor and found that Ling Ziqing had already sat here drinking tea.

"Why are you so early?"

The breeze yawned and said, "can't it be early? When there are more people, we can't get in if we want to come in!"

Song Xijiao did not think about this. She looked at Ling Ziqing apologetically: "otherwise, I'll ask the boss to find a guest room, and you can sleep back in?"

"Our childe never sleeps out. It's not clean." The breeze yawned again.

Song Xijiao had no choice but to say, "I'll make you a snack later. I'll only make it for you. No one else will give it to you!"

Smell speech, the breeze finally laughed out: "this is still almost."

Song Xijiao couldn't help but make a face at the breeze: "you talk a lot!"

Ling Ziqing was amused by song Xijiao's grimace, and said in a warm voice, "some of you are busy today. You'd better make some snacks some other day."

"It doesn't matter. I have promised the shopkeeper to make some special tea for them. Don't worry. Except for your share, I only teach the recipe and don't start."

Then, without further delay, she turned down to the kitchen.

As the Sun continues to rise, the restaurant has gradually become noisy. The shopkeeper and the shop assistants were very busy. To their surprise, in addition to the scholars who signed up for the competition, there were also many ordinary people visiting.

Among these people, there are children from poor families who want to learn poetry. If they don't know anything, they join a lively bachelor. There are even some young girls and matchmakers who want to find a good husband By the time the sun was on the rise, because there were too many outsiders in the restaurant, the road had been blocked and even the government was disturbed.

Hu que was not easy to squeeze up the second floor, see Ling Ziqing, the first sentence is: "Xijiao?"

Qingfeng glared at him and said, "this is our childe's elegant room. How can you say that you can come in, there is no etiquette at all!"

"Cool wind, don't be rude." Ling Ziqing waved.Hu que sneered: "Ling Ziqing, you don't need to be hypocritical. I'm afraid what your bookboy said is all your heart's words. Don't worry. I'm not interested in you at all. I'm here to find Xijiao. "

"Miss Song didn't invite you. What are you looking for?"

"How do you know she didn't invite me?"

Hu que was angry and slammed the door.

Qingfeng immediately said: "hum, I'm so angry that I didn't receive the invitation and didn't admit it!"

Ling Ziqing has a faint smile, but he doesn't speak when he drinks tea.

More than half an hour later, the competition had already begun. Mr. Zhu, who was invited to preside over the competition, stood on the stage and ordered the scholars to give their speeches in an orderly manner, leaving one after another of his masterpieces on bamboo paper.

Song Xijiao made a snack, carried it directly to the second floor, put it in front of Ling Ziqing and said, "it's finally done. Here, the egg yolk crispy specially matches your taste. There's no sugar in it. You should eat it while it's hot. Have a taste?"

Ling Ziqing looked down and saw that there were two lotus shaped biscuits on the plate. They were golden in color, exquisite in carving, and decorated with pink petals beside the cakes. Even he, who had never been interested in snacks, was moved.

Pick up a bite, the skin is dry and crisp, soft and soft, the taste is excellent, after eating and drinking a sip of tea, only feel the sweet taste in the mouth constantly reverberate, aftertaste is endless.

"Delicious?"

Ling Zi checked and nodded and said with a smile, "it's a worthwhile trip."

At this time, there were bursts of shouting downstairs. Song Xijiao pricked up her ears to listen, but was surprised to find that some of the people downstairs were calling Ling Ziqing's name.

Besides, they are all women!

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