Our whole class has traveled through time

"Xiao Xiao, why is it said everywhere today that you are going to compete with the students from the Confucian Academy?" Shen Yueniang hurried to Meng Hometown.

"Hey, do you even know about it?" Qian Xiaoxiao felt that there must be someone behind the scenes.

"Well, I just went out and heard the street vendors talking about this."

"Do you want to spread it like this? Even the street vendors know about it?" Qian Xiaoxiao wailed.

"Did you offend someone?" Shen Yueniang approached Qian Xiaoxiao and asked.

"No, my dream hometown has just opened. I usually am either with you or in Qingsong Lane. Who can I offend a person with such a good temper?"

"Maybe I'm overthinking it. What should I do now? Tomorrow is the Poetry Festival. The popularity is so high now that many people will definitely go there tomorrow. Now I want to put you and the Confucian Academy on fire."

"Is it possible that they are the two guys from the Confucian Academy yesterday?"

"what happened?"

"It was your family, Guan Guan, who took them to the teahouse and then had a conflict with two students from the Confucian Academy, and that's how we agreed on the poetry meeting."

"That's really possible. They are too arrogant. How can they be sure they will win?"

"Yue Niang, do you think there is some inside story?"

"I don't know, I just feel like something is weird."

"Boss, someone is looking for you." Lin Shuwen, the store owner, came over to send a message.

"Oh, okay, Yueniang, you sit down first and I'll go over and take a look." She said and went to the front store with Lin Shuwen.

"This is our boss, Mrs. Qian." Lin Shuwen introduced.

"Ms. Qian, I am the shopkeeper of Furong Noodles in the Southern District."

"Hibiscus noodles? What are they for?"

"Ms. Qian, aren't you going to invite me in to have a talk?"

"Come in, open for business, why don't you drive away customers?"

Qian Xiaoxiao took him to her office in the backyard.

There were two rooms in the backyard, and she turned the larger room into her office.

Shen Yueniang was playing with Baozi in front of the stone table in the yard. She didn't expect Qian Xiaoxiao to come in with a man.

The shopkeeper who calls himself Furong Noodles feels very eye-opening when he walks into this office.

In the room, Qian Xiaoxiao replaced it with a black leather sofa for three people, a Kung Fu tea table, and a celadon tea set on the tea table.

As soon as the shopkeeper sat down and the sofa sank, he jumped up, and then pressed down with his hand curiously: "Soft?"

He saw Qian Xiaoxiao sitting on the single sofa next to him, so he also sat down.

The entire wall opposite the sofa was covered with mirrors. Sitting on the sofa, he could see his face and whole body. He stood up curiously, walked to the mirror, looked at himself in the mirror and said, "It's amazing."

White gauze curtains were hung on the window next to the sofa, and a pot of thyme was placed on the window sill. The faint floral fragrance was refreshing.

On the wall behind the sofa hang three paintings drawn by classmates. They are all simple drawings of all the students in the class. Qian Xiaoxiao framed them.

The desk was simple and elegant. Although it was made of mahogany, he couldn't understand the chair. In fact, it was a modified boss chair. The fabric was replaced with wood, but the other functions remained unchanged. These children were too smart, so we couldn't let them see it. Suspicious.

When Qian Xiaoxiao saw him coming in, he looked here and there, touching it as if a mountain cannon had entered the city, so he interrupted him and said, "I wonder what the business owner of Furong Noodles is doing here today?"

"Oh, I'm sending a message to our boss."

"Well, tell me then." Qian Xiaoxiao said while making tea.

"The boss asked, are you sure about tomorrow's poetry competition?"

"This doesn't seem to have anything to do with your boss, right?"

"Haha, Madam Qian was joking, how could it not matter, think about it?"

Qian Xiaoxiao can't think of it...

"Furong noodles, Furong noodles? Are you a rouge and gouache shop?"

"Haha, Madam Qian is really smart."

"Then what do you mean by looking for me?"

"Do you know why the streets and alleys are now talking about Dream Hometown making a bet with the Confucian Academy?"

"You want to tell me that you did it?"

"No, how can our boss have such ability?"

"Stop beating around the bush, just tell me what you want to do."

"Boss Qian is really happy, so I'll tell you directly. When I came over, the boss specifically told me that he could cooperate with you and help you keep your dream home."

"Humph, isn't your boss awake? You can go back. Don't let me chase people away. The door is over there." Qian Xiaoxiao became angry when he heard it. He put down the tea cup in his hand and saw who was here. There are cats, dogs and cats. They curse them when they come up and want to rob them of their dream home.

"Don't be ignorant, you will regret it." The shopkeeper watched Qian Xiaoxiao walk out of the room. He stood up and chased him out of the room, shouting behind Qian Xiaoxiao.

"Xiaoxiao, what's going on?" Shen Yueniang saw Qian Xiaoxiao come out of the room and saw the man standing at the door shouting at Qian Xiaoxiao, so she came up to him and asked.

"It's okay." She patted the back of her hand to indicate that she would talk later.

After the man left, Qian Xiaoxiao said: "He said he was the shopkeeper of Furong Noodles in the Southern District. Their boss asked him to tell me that he could help me keep Meng Guli."

"Ah, are you being targeted by your peers?"

"Do you know Furong Noodles?"

"Of course I know. This is a famous gouache shop in Ji City. I heard that there are people there. The boss seems to be a woman."

"No wonder it's named like this. It's Sparse Star Danyue Swing Courtyard, Sad Clouds Hate Rain and Lotus Face, or Lotus Face and Willow Waist, Nothing Can Be More Enchanting, or Lotus Face and Willow Eyebrows. Why don't you cry about this?" Qian Xiaoxiao silently cried. She recited the verses she remembered to try to figure out what kind of person this boss was.

"Xiao Xiao, yesterday's opening must have been too shocking, and I was stared at by my colleagues. Could they have spread the news in the city?"

"It's possible, but I'm not sure yet. I'm wondering what she meant by helping me protect Mengguli? Could it be that if the children lose tomorrow, will it affect Mengguli?"

"Children rarely go out, and few people in the city know about them. Who connects the children with Dream Hometown?"

"It's easy to know. There are so many people living in the house. They can just ask around and find out."

"Then what should we do now?" Shen Yueniang asked anxiously.

"Langzai, at worst I won't open this store, but if anyone dares to touch the child, I will fight them for my life."

"It's not that serious, is it?"

"Auntie, your face is so scary." Bai Ziyan pulled Qian Xiaoxiao's sleeve aside.

"Haha, don't be afraid, Ziyan, my aunt is telling your mother a story."

"Is it an adult's story? I can't even understand it."

"Well, my lord's story." Then he said to Shen Yueniang: "We will know the outcome tomorrow, and we may not lose."

"Hey……"

"Don't sigh, you are more worried than me."