The best county magistrate

The little farce about the opening of Shenxianju soon spread in Linjiang City due to the spreading of the news by some thoughtful people.

The literati, poets, wine mengzi, and dignitaries who came here because of its reputation almost broke through the threshold of Shenxian Residence.

For a time, the name of Siliangye resounded throughout Linjiang City.

In just one morning, 500 kilograms of Siliangye were sold out.

"You got fifty thousand taels of silver just like that?" Ma Fugui didn't believe his eyes.

According to the original 37-70 share agreement, he earned more than 30,000 taels of silver in one day. Ma Fugui has never made so much money in one day in business.

"Brother, your hunger marketing methods are so powerful!"

Yang Xuanchen waved his hand and asked Xiaolian and Zhou Miaomiao to take their share of the money.

"Brother Ma, where are you now? Let's drive Shenxianju to Shangjing City later!"

"Think about the spending power in Beijing..."

His reminder made Ma Fugui suddenly happy, "Yes, yes, yes, I will go back and help others to free up the shops in the capital and open the Immortal Residence!"

Before leaving, he handed Yang Xuanchen an invitation.

"Brother, there is some kind of Lantern Festival festival hosted by the three major academies in Wangyue Tower today."

"You know, brother, I only like to make money, and I'm not very interested in this literati gathering. Why don't you go?"

Yang Xuanchen looked at the invitation and nodded, "Don't you have any ambition to be a businessman?"

Ma Fugui was stunned by his question, and then said with a smile: "Of course I have ambitions. Brother, I want to be the richest businessman in Dayan."

"Hehe, but in front of my brother, our little family fortune is nothing."

Ma Fugui's wealth was tainted with the smell of copper, and even the elite scholars in Qingzhou disdained to associate with him.

He never asked for trouble by participating in poetry bureaus and cultural gatherings. Of course, the Ma family was not qualified to do so.

Scholars, farmers, industry and commerce, scholars, farmers, industry and commerce.

Businessmen like them have been at the bottom of the pack since ancient times.

"Brother Ma, take the horse with you."

"I heard that he won the scholarship last year, why don't you go and broaden your horizons?"

At Yang Xuanchen's invitation, Ma Fugui felt a little embarrassed, "That guy has a lot of literary talents. He spent eight thousand taels of silver to buy his fame."

"I wanted that kid to study and become a little bit literary, but hey, it's so shameful!"

"Brother, are you interested in this art club? How about my brother accompany you tonight?"

"Anyway, they all know that I, Ma Fugui, don't know poetry, so they won't embarrass me..."

Yang Xuanchen raised his sword eyebrows slightly and twitched the corner of his mouth, "Aren't they just a bunch of rotten scholars and poor scholars drinking wine and writing poems, making it look like they are on the execution ground."

Unexpectedly, Ma Fugui denied his statement.

"This year's Lantern Festival is different from previous years."

"I heard that the second young lady of the Fu family will have her hair cut early in the spring, and the talented person who wins the first prize in the literary society will have a chance to be chosen as her husband."

"Gifted scholars from all over Qingzhou have arrived in Linjiang City a few days ago."

"And for this literary conference, the heads of the three major academies in Linjiang will be the judges."

"If you get into the top three, it's a sure thing that you will be selected as a candidate."

This is the first time Yang Xuanchen has encountered a plot in a TV series after traveling through time.

Since it was a gathering of intellectuals, I definitely wanted to go and have a look, and by the way, I could also look for some talents for Qingshui County.

"Isn't that just right? Let's get Ma together and let's do some dancing and get that Miss Fu's wife into the Ma family's door!"

Hearing what Yang Xuanchen said, Ma Fugui smiled like a chrysanthemum, "This is a good idea. Anyway, there is no rule against writing poems."

"If I could marry the daughter of the Fu family, our horses would be able to bring glory to their ancestors!"

Several people were chatting in the Immortal House. Yang Xuanchen and Ma Fugui were very eloquent, making Xiaolian and Zhou Miaomiao smile from time to time.

The time came to the beginning of the lanterns unknowingly.

With the dim lights in the carriage, Ma Fugui couldn't help but take a few more glances at Zhou Miaomiao who had regained her original appearance.

He was wearing a green Luo shirt underneath and a snow-white fox fur coat on top. He had a soft sword wrapped around his waist, and a piece of white gauze hung on his face to cover most of his face.

"Miss Zhou, what is this?" he couldn't help but ask.

Yang Xuanchen laughed and hesitated, "There is a hot spring over there in Mangshan Mountain, which has a whitening effect. Miss Zhou has gone there frequently in the past six months, and she has become whiter."

Zhou Miaomiao secretly spat, thinking that your excuse was well made up, and her face was not red and her heart was not beating.

It seems that I have been careful, this guy is very talkative and can deceive girls.

"It has to be the master, otherwise Miaomiao would not be so lucky."

After saying that, he rolled his eyes at Yang Xuanchen with a shy look.

Ma Fugui was a very shrewd man. How could he not understand their relationship and just wink at Yang Xuanchen.

"My brother is so lucky, so lucky! Hahaha."

In the past six months, he often went to Qingshui County to transport salt and wine, and Erjiao, the county government official, had already become famous.

Da Jiao Xiao Lian had long since been freed from slavery. Although Yang Xuanchen did not admit her into his room, she was still taking care of all the internal affairs of the Yang family, as if she had the attitude of a mistress.

Xiaojiao Zhou Miaomiao and Yang Xuanchen are said to have an unexplained relationship. The two often travel to Mangshan together, and their trip lasts most of the day.

When he came to Jiangcheng this time, he took Ermei with him, and his intention was already obvious.

Yang Xuanchen laughed a few times, looking at Ma Fugui's round face that looked vaguely lustful, and kept touching his nose.

"Hello!" Wang Tieshan tightened the reins and stopped the carriage.

"Master, Wangyue Tower has arrived."

The four got out of the car, with Ma Fugui in front, Yang Xuanchen half a step behind, followed by Zhou Miaomiao and Xiaolian.

"Brother Ma, where is our horse?"

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived, "Dad, why are you late? The literary meeting has already started!"

Ma Fugui's son is 16 years old. He looks like his mother. He is handsome and has a handsome face that can deceive girls.

"This must be Mr. Yang that dad often mentioned."

"Ma Chao has met my uncle."

After saying that, he gave a junior salute.

Yang Xuanchen was stunned for a while, then waved his hand, took two pieces of paper from his arms and handed them to Ma Chao.

"Ma Chao is only three years younger than me. Why do you call me uncle?"

"Here's a poem and a rhyme. Once you've read it, you'll be familiar with it. Whether you can marry the second young lady of the Fu family depends on your luck."

Ma Chao smiled and bowed his head, "Thank you uncle!"

"Dad and uncle call each other brothers and sisters, and they treat adults as uncles. This has nothing to do with age."

Yang Xuanchen laughed loudly and waved his hands repeatedly, "Don't be so fancy. From now on we can discuss things on our own terms."

"I call you brother..."

Before he finished speaking, Ma Chao said, "I call you uncle."

Phew.

Zhou Miaomiao and Xiaolian covered their mouths and laughed.

These two brothers are both pale-faced scholar-looking men. Not to mention, they do look a lot like brothers.

The men were handsome and the women were pretty, and they all became a scene in front of Wangyue Tower.

However, there are always some people who like to ruin this beautiful atmosphere.

"Hey, isn't this Ma Chao? Why do you have the nerve to come to the cultural gathering today?"

"Have you forgotten the lesson from the year before last?"

The young man in green shirt opened his mouth with a bombardment, which made Ma Chao speechless.

Then the man saw Zhou Miaomiao, whose face was covered by white gauze, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

What a pretty lady!

He stepped forward slowly and made a scholarly salute, "I don't know your name, but I am at Wu Zuopei, Donghuang Academy."

Yang Xuanchen almost spit out a mouthful of salt soda, Wu Zuopei? What a stupid name!

Zhou Miaomiao rolled her eyes at him, and then leaned against Yang Xuanchen.

Her behavior aroused Wu Zuopei's dissatisfaction. He glanced sideways and disdainfully, and casually cupped his hand.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know my brother's name?"

Yang Xuanchen didn't care about these red tapes. Just when he was about to speak, two more groups of people came in front of Wangyue Tower.

"Brother Mao arrived very early!"

"Hey, isn't this Ma Xiucai? He's also here to attend the cultural gathering?"

Wen Jingxing glanced in Yang Xuanchen's direction, but greeted Ma Chao with disdain in his tone.

"Haha, haha, Brother Mao, Brother Wen, Liang Wenjin are polite."

These people seemed to be old acquaintances. After the greetings, their eyes fell on Zhou Miaomiao and Xiaolian.

The unbridled gaze made them feel uncomfortable. Zhou Miaomiao snorted coldly and put her hands on Yang Xuanchen's arm.

Yang Xuanchen seemed to hear the sound of three broken glass hearts in his ears.

Looking at the eyes of the three people, they wanted to kill him and then do it quickly.

He couldn't help but smile, and then a smile appeared on his lips, and he stretched out his hand to rub Zhou Miaomiao's slender waist.

He raised his eyebrows and gave her a playful smile, his eyes full of teasing.

I told you to use me as a shield and earn some interest first!

Zhou Miaomiao's whole body was agitated, her heart was racing, and her pretty face was covered with red clouds, which was really beautiful.

She glared at Yang Xuanchen and twisted her little hand on his soft flesh at a tricky angle.

The little mouth opened slightly, as if to say, go home and make you look good!

Xiaolian's beautiful eyes rolled around the two of them, she covered her mouth with her little hand and laughed, then she took Yang Xuanchen's other arm.

"Master, it's so cold outside, why don't we go in."