Good luck and fortune come to the end of the world, the boss brings prosperity to the whole village

Several old men were arguing over a pot of orchid, neither of them giving in.

"Boy, who are you going to sell this pot of flowers to?" One of the old men said while blinking at her vigorously.

Song Jixiang coughed twice and felt a headache looking at the old men in front of him who were several hundred years old in total.

Dean Kong squeezed over at this time and said, "Little Flower, I, I am the dean of Sifang Town Academy. Do you have any children who want to go to school? I can..." At the same time, he gave her a look that said you understand.

The others all gave him a look of contempt.

Tsk, you talk as if every family has a scholar.

Song Jixiang smiled and nodded, "I do have a little brother who needs to go to school, but... there's no rush. On the day of enrollment, I will visit him in person with the latest flowers I've cultivated." Tightening the collar around her neck, she had a premonition that such a peaceful life would not last long.

Dean Kong was a little disappointed after hearing the first words, but his eyes became brighter after hearing the latter part.

The few people who were ready to laugh at him suddenly stopped laughing.

"My dear seniors, I still have more than a dozen orchids of good quality at my uncle's place. You can come and have a look when you are free."

Several people's eyes lit up, and they asked for the place, and then prepared to go and take a look after tasting the remaining flowers.

Thousands of people participated in the competition, and more than a thousand were eliminated in one day, with the remaining three hundred preparing for tomorrow's competition.

Song Jixiang declined Yan Hui's kindness and took his family to Jiang's house.

The Jiang family was naturally very lively. Song Jixiang and Song Xiaoqi met their two aunts and three cousins. The whole family had a reunion dinner together and talked a lot in the evening.

The next day, Song Jixiang got on the carriage holding a pot of tightly wrapped flowers.

When the carriage entered an alley, four or five drunks staggered over and blocked the carriage. Two of them even jumped onto the shaft and tried to reach into the carriage to grab someone.

Just when he stretched out his hand halfway, he was kicked away. He hit the wall with a bang, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Then another person followed in his footsteps and fell heavily on the person in front of him, groaning in pain.

A cold voice came from the carriage, "Don't overestimate your abilities!"

"Damn it, brothers, let's attack together!" The other men looked fierce, pulled out daggers from their sleeves and stabbed towards the carriage.

Before he could get close, Wei Yang easily broke his arm.

Wei Yang shrugged. Is that all they can do? They should be thankful it's daytime!

The carriage started running again, and only the cries of pain from a few people could be heard in the alley.

Ouyang Lan, who was sitting on the high platform, saw that annoying girl walking towards her position with a smile on her face. Her face under the curtain gnashed her teeth in anger. These losers couldn't even handle a yellow-haired girl, and they still called themselves the tyrants of Yongning. It was really...

There was still one round before Song Jixiang's turn. She looked at the others calmly.

At this time, a little girl came running in panic and slammed into the table where Song Jixiang placed the flowers. If she succeeded, the flower would be broken along with the pot and soil. What a waste of time!

Song Jixiang reached out easily, hugged his flowers, and quickly took a few steps back.

The little girl didn't have time to restrain her strength and hit her head on the table. The table immediately turned over and the table legs broke.

The people around exclaimed, what a huge amount of strength it takes!

Song Jixiang looked at Ouyang Lan not far away with amusement, as if he was looking at a clown.

How could he do the same thing to her again? Who gave her the face?

Ouyang Lan could see it clearly, but it was already Song Jixiang's turn. A dozen judges had surrounded him. She cursed him inwardly as a useless thing, but it was too late for her to do anything else.

As soon as the flower appeared, it attracted countless exclamations. People looked at this strange flower in amazement. Its petals showed seven different colors, like a gorgeous rainbow. The petals were as delicate as silk, exuding a charming fragrance that made people intoxicated.

Someone shouted, "Seven-color peony!"

That’s right, the flower that Song Jixiang entered in the competition today is the seven-color peony.

This seven-color peony was even more eye-catching than the one her uncle Jiangnan had cultivated. The seven colors complemented each other, so bright and dazzling that everyone present was amazed at the moment.

The Jiang family stood aside, with different emotions in their eyes. Jiang's eyes were red, and Jiang's hands and feet were trembling.

An old flower farmer couldn't help but sigh, "I never thought that after ten years, I could see this flower again..."

The other judges also gathered around and carefully admired the seven-color peony. After discussion, they all decided unanimously that it was the best. Even Xiao Yihan smiled and nodded in agreement, preparing to take it back to give it to his mother.

Ouyang Lan opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but then she closed it.

In the distance, Song Yanran stood behind the county magistrate, stamping her feet in hatred.

Without a doubt, Song Jixiang entered the finals directly.

Only five people made it to the finals.

The outcome of this competition is no longer important. All the contestants looked at Song Jixiang eagerly, hoping that she could bring them bigger surprises.

Song Jixiang did not disappoint them.

There were only exclamations of admiration at the scene.

This was a species of flower they had never seen before. The flowers on the branches, let's call them flowers for now, were clearly cranes spreading their wings and ready to fly, with red crowns and white feathers, and they looked very lifelike.

Ouyang Lan was the first to lose her composure. She was shouting in her heart, the rare flower that she had been looking for for so long was actually in the hands of this country girl. How could a lowly person like her be worthy of it? She took a few steps forward and tried to hold it in her arms, but was blocked by Song Jixiang.

She was furious and said, "How dare you, a lowly country girl, steal the Crane Feather Plant that I worked so hard to cultivate!"

When the onlookers heard her say this, they looked at Song Jixiang with suspicion and distrust, pointing at her.

"How shameless! He actually stole the flowers that the eldest lady of Wenyuan Marquis's Mansion had worked so hard to plant in order to participate in the competition."

"Yeah, you dare to show it off in front of the owner."

"I thought she was very capable, but she ended up doing some sneaky things. She is so naughty at such a young age. What will happen to her when she grows up..."

"Kick this kind of person out and don't let her participate in the competition."

"Don't you think that the Jiang family fooled us with a withered peony with rotten roots ten years ago? How can their child be a good one now?"

……

Some of these people who were shouting loudly and deliberately making trouble were arranged in advance by Ouyang Lan, some were arranged by Song Yanran and Song Bowen, and the rest were almost all civilians who bought other people's victories in the underground reading room.

At this moment, they all hoped that Song Jixiang would lose the game.

Because the odds on this guy were 100. Before the game started, most people didn't think she would win, so they bet on others. If she won, wouldn't they lose everything?

Song Jixiang smiled slowly. The moment she had been waiting for had finally come.

"You cultivated it?"

Xiaojiu and Xiaoshi stood up and said, "Yes, it was my young lady who cultivated her." They said this with finality and righteousness.

"Okay, you said your young lady planted them, then she can definitely produce more flowers of the same variety to prove it."

"You are so cunning and cunning. How can you plant as many of such a precious variety as you want?" Xiao Shi explained hastily. She glanced at Ouyang Lan, and when she got the lady's nod, she raised her neck even more.

"you sure?"

Ouyang Lan didn't want to give her any chance, and confirmed impatiently, "Her words are what I want to say."

Song Jixiang confirmed it again in front of everyone.

"You all heard this young lady say that there is only this rare flower in the world. Please bear witness to this."

"This little kid, the facts are already here. You are just a thief. What else do you want to do? You and your Jiang family should get out of this arena as soon as possible."

"Yes, get out..."

Song Xiaoqi stood in front of Song Jixiang and shouted, "You are not allowed to talk about my sister, otherwise~"

He tilted his head and thought for a while, puffed up his cheeks, and said innocently: "Otherwise, the birds will stink on your heads."

His words made many people laugh. This kid must be a fool!

The laughter has not died down.

A flock of birds came flying in groups, all kinds of birds, densely packed,...

Snap, snap—

Bird droppings fell on the heads and bodies of those people.

Soon it flew away again.

Everyone's eyes on the little boy changed immediately.

Xiao Yihan touched his chin and looked at Song Xiaoqi with deep eyes. This child is a little special. I don’t know if it’s a coincidence or...

Afterwards, we must abduct this child to Shangjing for further study.

Song Jixiang caught all the strange looks from the people around him and pushed Xiaoqi behind him.

"Why should my Jiang family leave? Ten years ago, someone destroyed the seven-color peony with dishonorable means. Today, I will use flowers that you have never seen to prove to my grandfather that my Jiang family has never exaggerated. We can indeed cultivate rare flowers that did not exist in the Dayu Dynasty!"

The little girl's voice was so powerful that it seemed to penetrate people's hearts.

"Oh, after saying so much, it still cannot prove..." Ouyang Lan did not finish her words.

Then I heard Song Jixiang clapping his hands, making a few crisp sounds.

More than a dozen servants from the Yan Mansion came in one after another, each holding a pot of flowers in their hands, all of which were "Crane Feather Fairy Plants" of different colors.

There was an uproar in the stadium, and everyone opened their mouths wide, looking as if they were about to swallow eggs.

"Is this proof enough?" Song Jixiang asked.

An old man stepped forward and said, "If this proof is not enough, then they are blind!"

Dean Kong also stood up and said, "It's clear who is lying."

His words successfully drew everyone's attention to Ouyang Lan, making her feel uneasy and uncomfortable.

At some point, a strong wind blew.

The veil on Ouyang Lan's head flew away with the wind, and the cloth towels on Xiaojiu and Xiaoshi's heads also disappeared.

The scene fell into an eerie silence.

Then someone chuckled first, followed by deafening laughter.

Yan Hui slapped the table, laughing until tears came out, pointing at the three bald men in the field, "Three bald men, haha, three bald men, I am dying of laughter..."

ahhh-

Ouyang Lan no longer cared about harming people or the Crane Feather Immortal Plant. She covered herself with her wide sleeves and ran away in a panic.