A New Character Every Month

Lin Zian got off a carriage.

Looking at the two-story boat building leaning against the shore, with its bright lights, and gorgeously dressed men and women, he couldn't help but smile slightly.

After handing over the invitation to the personnel guarding the river bank, he boarded the building boat unimpeded.

In sight, a group of men and a group of women were talking about something from time to time.

Lin Zian, with his bald head and rice, became the focus of the crowd without any surprise.

There was a soft laugh from among the women, and some men might not be able to help pointing and laughing if it wasn't for the presence of someone they like.

However, Lin Zian didn't care, walked to a table, picked up the pastry on it, and ate it.

"May I ask your Excellency, but Lin Zian, Brother Lin?"

At this time, a handsome young man came up and asked Lin Zian.

Lin Zian swallowed the cake in his mouth calmly, and then said: "If there is no second person named Lin Zian in Guhuang City, then I will be."

"I, Yang Cheng'an, have heard of Brother Lin's name for a long time, but unfortunately we have never met."

The handsome young man said: "When I saw you today, brother Lin is really elegant and unrestrained, beyond anyone's reach."

"Eat?"

Lin Zian nodded, picked up two pastries from the table, stuffed one into his mouth, and handed the other to Yang Chengan.

Yang Chengan's expression paused, and when he saw the voices of people around him suddenly quiet down, he quickly took the pastry and said with a smile: "It seems that Brother Lin's temperament is quite free and easy."

"I also feel the same way. People like me can't hide their advantages no matter where they go."

Lin Zian shook his head in distress.

Seeing this, Yang Chengan smiled wryly and stuffed the pastry into his mouth.

He didn't lie just now, he really wanted to see Lin Zian very much.

After all, he was also the one who pursued Zhou Yunhan hard at the beginning, and he especially wanted to know who was so lucky to be her husband-in-law.

Looking at it now, although it is different from what he guessed.

But it is not as ordinary as the rumors. Judging by his temperament and self-confidence, if he is not a reckless man, then he is a person with a free and easy temperament and a childlike heart.

Next, Lin Zian enjoyed the river view while eating pastries.

It turned out that this Yang Chengan seemed to be an acquaintance, even if he didn't answer much, he was talking non-stop beside him.

Fortunately, it didn't take long before the poetry meeting officially started.

Compared with pure ancient times, in this world where strength is the most important thing, the scale of the poetry club is not large.

Most of the people who came to participate were unsatisfactory in terms of cultivation talent and belonged to the children of marginal families at home.

After the practice is unsatisfactory, they can only use poetry to cultivate their sentiments.

The host, Ms. Pei Yingyu of the Pei family, preached at the front: "Today is the night of the full moon, so everyone will write a poem with the moon as the theme, and the format is not limited."

"All poems can get a small lottery, or an ancient book, or a piece of the Four Treasures of the Study. In addition, the poems that are rated as the top ones can also get an extra prize...a pair of calligraphy and paintings written by the calligrapher .”

"Wow!"

There was an uproar all around, and many people became excited.

"Sage calligraphy and painting?"

Lin Zian looked at Yang Chengan: "Is it very precious?"

Yang Chengan nodded and said, "For us scholars, it is like a priceless treasure."

"How much silver can you sell?"

Lin Zian asked bluntly.

Yang Cheng'an was a little speechless. Calligraphy and paintings like this kind of calligraphy and painting can hardly be described in terms of money. It would be an insult to forcefully say a price.

But thinking of Lin Zian's unrestrained temperament, he felt relieved and said, "The minimum is 3000 taels."

"3000 taels."

Lin Zian's eyes lit up.

His monthly salary is only 100 taels, which is roughly equivalent to 3 yuan in his previous life.

Of course, if it comes to purchasing power, it can be doubled or doubled.

But no one dislikes the time when money is low.

3000 taels is equivalent to his monthly payment for 3000 months, and this is still at least [-] taels.

In other words, as long as he got this calligraphy and painting, his finances would immediately become better.

Lin Zian's thought of just coming to take a look at it was suddenly extinguished, and he was bound to win this lottery.

Seeing his eagerness to try, Yang Chengan asked: "Brother Lin looks like he is determined to win this lottery, right?"

Lin Zian nodded without humility: "As long as the critics are not blind, this prize will definitely be mine."

Yang Chengan smiled wryly, but didn't say anything more.

After the conversation just now, he has roughly figured out the temperament of Lin Zian, who is called a nerd by the outside world.

He never beat around the bush in his words, and he looked at everything indifferently, um...he seemed to be more concerned about money.

However, this cannot cover up Lin Zi'an's advantages.

After all, Yang Chengan has seen a lot of hypocrites, but there are very few people with such a temperament.

Although he doesn't think Lin Zi'an can win the first place, but he is looking forward to what works Lin Zi'an can produce.

In order to get the calligraphy and painting of the Calligraphy Saint, a group of people who were a little absent-minded quickly became focused and thought hard.

Even Zhao Mingde, who was originally focused on Lin Zian, didn't care to continue paying attention at this time, quietly dug out the poems he bought, and calculated the probability of winning the first place.

Yang Chengan was also thinking hard, and just thought of a good poem in his mind, but from the corner of his eye, he saw Lin Zian eating the cake on the table again.

"Brother Lin, could it be that your poem has already been written?"

Yang Chengan couldn't help asking.

"Pick it up casually."

Lin Zian smiled slightly.

Yang Chengan looked forward to it: "Brother Lin, why didn't you submit it directly?"

"If the big axis is put up first, no one else will dare to put it up again. Will this poem be destroyed?"

Lin Zian said.

He has no grudge against the organizer of the Linjiang Poetry Club, and he also ate a lot of other people's cakes. In addition, the reward for the first place was also awarded by the organizer, so he should give the other party a little face.

At the very least, let this poem meeting go on smoothly, and then come up with my own work at the end.

Blockbuster!

On the stage, Pei Yingyu looked down at Lin Zian who was out of tune with the people around her, and immediately summoned a maid.

"that......"

Pei Yingyu asked: "Who is the hairless person on top?

The maid took a look and said, "Miss, that's Mr. Lin Zi'an."

"Lin Zian?"

Pei Yingyu was puzzled, she just felt that the name was familiar, but she couldn't think of it.

The maid said softly: "He is the son-in-law of the Zhou family."

Pei Yingyu immediately recalled, looked down at Lin Zian who was wandering in the sky, and couldn't help shaking her head.

I heard that this person is a bookworm without talent, but I thought it was a rumor.

Looking at it now, I'm afraid it's true. It should be because I knew I couldn't make any good poems, so I gave up on myself.

Soon, someone asked the maid to bring a pen and ink, and copied the poems on it.

The host Pei Yingyu recited the poem in front of everyone.

Anyone in the audience who is interested can make their own comments on this.

Later, more people also submitted their works, including Yang Chengan and Zhao Mingde's poems.

Even if it is some ordinary poems, as long as they dare to make them, everyone will not hesitate to praise them.

As for some of the excellent works, they were passed on to each other, and some people even copied a copy of them to take home for appreciation.

After a while, everyone selected the poems they thought were the best.

The poem that got the most votes was Zhao Mingde's.

"This poem is about the full moon and the waning of the moon, and the separation and reunion of people. It describes two people who are in love... It is a good work, and it should be the first name!"

"Good poetry, good poetry, I didn't expect Brother Zhao to have such a poetic talent."

Everyone agreed.

However, some people expressed doubts.

After all, Zhao Mingde's reputation as a dandy has long been known. Although he has participated in many poetry conferences before, and occasionally produced a few works, it is still difficult to be elegant.

Today's song is not just as simple as performing supernormally.

But in the absence of evidence, they did not voice their suspicions.

Zhao Mingde said modestly, "Where is that?" There was a hint of arrogance in his eyes that couldn't be hidden.

Although he did not write this poem, he paid a lot of money to buy it.

Good eyesight is also an advantage.

He was even happier when he thought that he could get a pair of valuable calligraphy and paintings next.

Facing the compliments from the crowd, Zhao Mingde glanced around triumphantly. Seeing Lin Zi'an in the crowd with an indifferent face, he immediately remembered the main purpose of coming to this poetry meeting today.

Zhao Mingde coughed lightly and said, "Although this poem of mine is good, there is someone here who wrote it better than me."

"Who?"