Chapter 135

Standing in front of the contestants was a young man in a turquoise robe and a cloth towel. Although he was dressed in ordinary clothes, he looked very poor, but his integrity, especially his bright black eyes, was unforgettable.

Song Xijiao has a good feeling when she looks at this person. Although it is not right to judge a person by his appearance, sometimes, it is quite reasonable to say that he is born from his heart.

"Mr. Zhou, congratulations. After reading everyone's poems, Mr. Ling finally chose you as the first." Song Xijiao told him the good news with a smile, "moreover, master Ling also said that even with his talent and learning, he may not be able to win you!"

As soon as the words came out, those scholars who were not convinced by the rustling voice immediately shut their mouths.

Ling Ziqing said so. Who dares to say something?

Who is more talented than Ling Ziqing?

However, the young masters sitting on the high platform were black faced. It's for them, not for the show!

Zhou Yuanli, who won the first prize, was neither humble nor arrogant. He took over his poems and did not pay any attention to other people's comments. He only smiled at Song Xijiao and said, "thank you very much for your appreciation."

"Shopkeeper, please bring me the first prize this time!"

The man smelt the speech, and immediately took the set of prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstone case.

Finally came to the most critical moment, song Xijiao is really a little nervous. She carefully opened the box and showed it to the public: "this is the Chunxiao ink box made by my own hand. There are all kinds of pen, ink, paper and inkstone inside, and the pen curtain carved by her husband. This set of box can be used by oneself and can be sent to others. The box is made of Chenxiang of 100 years old, Mr. Zhou. I hope you don't dislike it."

Zhou Yuanli took the gift box in silence and was stunned. Then he suddenly made a big ceremony to song Xijiao.

Song Xijiao was startled and quickly helped him up. He didn't understand: "what does Mr. Zhou mean?"

Zhou Yuanli said with a smile: "to be honest, Miss Song, my family is poor. Even if I practice calligraphy, I can only use sand, and I seldom use pen. In addition to trying my own level, I also want to try the taste of writing with pen and ink. Moreover, the first place can be exempted from the registration fee. I just moved around and borrowed $100 to participate

Even so, song Xijiao didn't expect that his family was so poor that she couldn't help feeling sorry. However, she soon doubted: "why is Mr. Zhou so talented and learned that he is so down and out?"

Zhou Yuanli shook his head: "Miss Song has no idea. My mother is seriously ill. I can't leave my mother. Occasionally, she helps people write to make some money, which is also spent on medicine."

Hearing this, song Xijiao frowned silently.

It's a pity for such a talented person to be buried because of his poor family and his mother's illness. She wanted to help him, but she didn't know how. He was afraid that he would have the pride of a scholar and would not accept it. He wanted to find someone to take care of his mother, but he was worried that he would be ill. Instead, he killed his mother.

In a moment of hesitation, the breeze came down the stairs and whispered a few words to song Xijiao's ear. Song Xijiao immediately showed her smile: "Mr. Zhou, Mr. Ling said that he could take care of your mother for you, and wrote you a letter of recommendation to ask for an official in the capital city! Would you like to? "

"This I'm sorry I can't accept it. "

So it is! Song Xijiao knew that these people would come up with this kind of decadent boast to prevaricate herself, and then sternly said: "Mr. Zhou, you only think about your dignity. Have you ever thought about your mother? Her old man looks at you every day, she is implicated by her can't display ambition, her old man can be at ease? I'm afraid I can't sleep and eat well, and my condition is getting worse and worse! "

"This..."

"If you feel that you don't get paid for nothing, you can swear in front of so many people that you will surely come back to repay the appreciation of master Ling today. Why refuse at once? "

The scholars around him cheered repeatedly and encouraged Zhou Yuanli to accept the help of master Ling.

Zhou Yuanli was silent for a moment. Then he laughed. He looked at Song Xijiao and said, "you are right. I am pedantic."

After that, he lifted up his front robe, went to the stairway, knelt down on his knees, kowtowed respectfully to the upstairs for three times. Then he returned to song Xijiao and took out a piece of silver cake and put it in her hand: "Miss Song, I swear that if I have a day of success in Zhou, Miss Song will come to me with this silver cake and will die no matter what ！”

Song Xijiao's eyes widened with surprise: "you should give it to Mr. Ling!"

Zhou Yuanli said with a smile: "Mr. Ling is my reborn parents. I will naturally devote my whole life to the spring. But I can't forget Miss Song's kindness. "

After that, he picked up the gift box, arched his hands heavily towards song Xijiao, turned and walked out of the door, went home to pick up his mother and went to Ling Fu.

As soon as Zhou Yuanli left, the restaurant soon became lively.

Song Xijiao turned her head and looked at the waiter in the restaurant. The waiter nodded immediately and then cried out: "Miss Song, there are nine sets of spring morning ink boxes here. How to deal with it?"

Song Xijiao took a look and said, "I've made ten sets of spring dawn ink boxes. I wanted to put them in the store. Today, take out a set of prizes for the poetry contest. The remaining nine boxes might as well be given directly to the people who are destined for it. "As soon as this statement was made, it immediately won the support of all people. They have just seen the set of gift boxes. The peach blossom is printed with willow leaves, and agarwood with rabbit hair. The exquisite production and luxurious materials are extraordinary. If you can get this gift box, even if you don't get the first place today, you can still get a lot of attention from scholars.

Hu que knew that it was time for him to show up. He immediately stood up and said, "Miss Song, I am willing to pay 1500 yuan for a box of you. What do you think?"

Song Xijiao pretended to be hesitant and bowed her head to ponder.

Soon, on Tuesday, the young master glanced at Hu Que and said in a cold voice, "this gift box is so exquisite that Miss Song lives by herself. It costs 1500 yuan? Mr. Hu, you look down on people too much. I'll give you two thousand dollars. "

"I'll give you two thousand three hundred dollars!"

The most important thing for a young man in a restaurant is not to lose his share in such an occasion. When he saw that the two men were fighting, they all got up in succession and began to shout for a high price.

Seeing that the plot had been completed, song Xijiao immediately stood up and said, "ladies and gentlemen! Today is a poetry contest. All the literati come here. It's vulgar to talk about money. But this gift box is the goods I want to sell in Xifeng bamboo paper factory. I can't give it away for nothing. In this way, we can order a minimum price of 1500 dollars, which is all about making friends. As for how to determine this fate, we will draw lots for fairness. "

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