Falling Talent GL

In the Shangpin Teahouse, Qian Xiaoqiao didn't see the poem she was looking for, and Qian Xiaoqiao's originally high interest slowly subsided, and finally became dull.

Kong has a bit of talent, but not a bit of courage to achieve great things, or even that bit of talent may not be much. After all, among so many poems, there will always be a few poems written by the girl, but none of them are brilliant. , at least this poem is very mediocre.

Qiao Xiaoqiao took a look, and simply asked everyone to nominate him. Unsurprisingly, the first name was the second son of the Yu family, Yu Ta, who had been shining brightly recently.

Amidst the compliments from the scholars, Yu Ta explained well what it means to be proud of the spring breeze. He remembered his purpose, raised his head and walked towards Qian Xiaoqiao under the eyes of everyone.

"It is said that swords are bestowed on heroes. Today, I will borrow this name and write a poem for Miss Qian, as a thank you for creating such a good opportunity for me and other scholars to discuss and hold this poetry meeting." He said. As soon as the voice fell, he looked at the crowd and received a lot of applause.Immediately, he folded the fan and bowed his hands to everyone with a humble face, thinking he was a gentleman.

The corners of Qian Xiaoqiao's mouth were raised slightly, but the smile on her face did not reach her eyes. Unlike the shy boudoir, her eyes were free and easy, making her look even brighter and more attractive.

"Young Master Yu has a great reputation, and it is a great honor to be able to view all calligraphy treasures. I will not bother you with this poem."

After hearing this, Yu Ta didn't take it seriously, which woman doesn't like other people's flattery, he shook his folding fan and said: "Miss Qian, don't refuse, just listen to me.

There are many beauties in Ci County, and there are thousands of years in them. If you ask who is peerless, Zhuge, a shopping mall girl. "

This poem was prepared by him for many days. Although it is not as good as those handed down from generation to generation, it is more than enough to please a woman.

The onlookers nodded their heads one after another. Although it is not considered a masterpiece, it is obviously their honor to present a poem to a woman.With like-mindedness, everyone commented and discussed again.

Qian Xiaoqiao glanced at Yuta who was surrounded by everyone, and while they were still discussing the poem, gave Shuang'er a wink, and the master and servant left the library quickly.

After getting on the soft sedan chair and walking a few steps to the entrance of the alley, Qian Xiaoqiao commanded mysteriously, "Go around the alley."

Shuang'er rolled her eyes, and once again played her role as a qualified maid. When she passed by Jiang Sanyan, she fell to the ground artificially: "Miss, the servant's foot is twisted, eh? Here There are also scholars who set up desks and write poems."

Jiang Sanyan's writing hand paused, and she looked up at the sedan chair that didn't fit in the long alley.There is also the servant girl who fell on the ground, a servant girl dressed so elegantly, it can be seen that the people in the sedan chair are either rich or noble.

She only took a few glances before looking away, and didn't go forward to help people enthusiastically. Firstly, she was now showing off in men's clothing, so she rushed forward for fear of damaging the girl's reputation. Secondly, there were four servants escorting on both sides of the sedan chair. What happened? It's also not the turn of an outsider to meddle in other people's affairs.

The servant at the side hesitated for a moment, seeing that the young lady didn't say anything, he bent over to help the big maid after all, and then received a glaring look, and put his hand away, it was indeed another cover, so it's not surprising.

Shuang'er glared angrily at the servant who didn't wink, and stood up by herself supporting the sedan chair.Seeing that the young lady did not speak, she knew that she could continue.

"Scholar, how much is your poem?"

"Twenty Wen." Jiang Sanyan didn't know that Jiang Xiaofeng had raised the price to fifty Wen, so she quoted the price that was originally set.

"My girl and Miss Qian's family are handkerchief acquaintances. I'm going to send her a poem. Write something about autumn. Write carefully and be careful." Shuang'er limped over to support the table, He stared straight at Jiang Sanyan's pen tip, trying his best to write a good poem for this little girl.

Miss Qian?Jiang Sanyan knew who it was without thinking about it. The Cixian of Nuoda, the one who dared to call Miss Qian's family was the one, but it was a pity that he had never met, and the superficial impression was heard from others.

Well-managed, ruthless methods, deviant, and troublesome beauty...  Many adjectives piece together a different woman.

She frowned slightly, and in a thousand turns in her heart, the words and sentences in her pen were completed: flowers bloom in the empty valley, only to fall into the bosom of autumn wind.

"I have little talent and learning, so I can only give a few words to the girl."

Jiang Sanyan accepted the pen. She had never met Miss Qian's family, and she didn't know much about it. Hearsay and hearsay should not be trusted, and she didn't like to define others at will.

Walking in the shopping mall, he is not weaker than a man. In his previous life, he even dared to propose marriage to a woman and wanted to recruit her as his wife.She lowered her eyebrows and thought to herself, she should be a bright woman who dares to love and hate.

Disregarding the worldly vision, living a free and easy life is like an orchid in an empty valley. You don't need others to appreciate it, and you will meet the autumn wind who understands her.

Shuang'er picked up the torn note, feeling really shabby, she opened her mouth and wanted to say that you should work harder and finish writing a poem, but seeing the person who had already put away the pen, she frowned and turned to put the paper away. The note was handed to his own lady.

Jiang Sanyan saw that they hadn't left after receiving the poems, and the sedan chair was still parked steadily. She looked over suspiciously and just heard a "reward".

It was clean and clear, with a mellow ending, the most pleasing voice she had ever heard, shaking her mind, the soft sedan was lifted lightly, and it had gradually gone away.

When she came back to her senses, there was an ingot of five taels of silver on the table. She hurriedly got up and chased after her to return it, but she could see nowhere in the alley.

Jiang Sanyan stood there frowning, always feeling that something was wrong, after a long time, she muttered in a low voice: "The maid's feet recovered so quickly?"

In the end, she exchanged the money, and she and Jiang Xiaofeng had more than one and two, since they got it during their cooperation, naturally they couldn't do it alone.

In addition, more than [-] Wen and copper coins were distributed, which was quite a harvest. Jiang Sanyan thought in his heart that the county school should start classes in a few days after the end of the township examination.

She needs to gather enough ten taels of silver to pay Shuxiu for the first half of the year, and I am afraid that she will be tested for education. The family has more than three taels of 150 Wen, plus today's two taels of 550 Wen, a total of six taels of silver.

There is still a difference of four taels, no, there is still a lot of difference. At that time, there will be preparations for apprenticeship ceremony, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, basic necessities, food, housing and transportation, all of which are expenses.

In the previous life, because he didn't have enough money for Shu Xiu and insurance, he delayed for another three years before taking part in the county examination.

She looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and her steps to go home gradually became heavy.

I just hope that tomorrow will still be good luck, but it's a pity that people's wishes are not fulfilled. For five days in a row, there are no poetry or literature meetings in the Shangpin Library.

Jiang Sanyan stood at the entrance of the alley, with a hint of sadness hidden in his eyes. Seeing that the county school was about to start in three days, the students should all be studying at home, so it would be fruitless to wait and see.

The next day, Qian Mansion.Shuang'er is dutiful, seemingly unintentionally, and satisfies the curiosity of her own lady every day: "That girl student is here again, and the boy in the teahouse said that she wants to go to the county school to study, but she still doesn't have enough money to study. Didn't make a penny..."

Qian Xiaoqiao put down the ledger in her hand, her eyes drifted to the bookshelf beside her, and she looked at one of the travel notes, which contained a few notes that could arouse her curiosity.

"Shuang'er, prepare the palanquin, prepare generous gifts, and go find the young master. Let's go to the county school to pay homage to his wives."

The only male in the Qian family's generation, Qian Shicai, who was so pampered and doted on, was inexplicably carried by his sister to thank all the masters of the academy, and then inexplicably carried him back.

He thought about the content of the conversation between his sister and the wives, which seemed to be related to the women's admission to the county school. There were several women in the school, but they were all noble young ladies, and they didn't play with boys like them, and they didn't like them. Reading, embroidering together all day and so on, is very boring.

Suddenly, Qian Shicai's eyes widened, and he looked at the back of his sister who was leaving in disbelief. Could it be, sister wants to study in the county school?

He thought of his father and mother's daily nagging, and everyone around him's compliments to his sister, and suddenly felt that the happy road of playing truant in the past had become bumpy.

Qian Shicai thought about it, and came to a conclusion like bad news. The 12-year-old boy bowed his head, and he will study with his sister from now on. Why is life so difficult?

In Jiangjia Village, Jiang Sanyan counted the silver and copper coins, thinking whether to ask Uncle Jiang to borrow four taels of silver, but he dismissed the idea as soon as he came up.

I tried it before, and neither Uncle Jiang nor the patriarch and the two elders lent her any money, only Grandma Zhang who was at the opposite door lent her all the money.

But a tael of silver is just a drop in the bucket, and there are only two days left, not to mention that this time Jiang Sanyan doesn't want to bother the kind-hearted grandma Zhang again, lest her daughter-in-law know about it and cry again.

She put away the money, looked at the carefree Jiang Xiaoya, and thought that there was no other way but to wait for three more years.

There were footsteps outside, and the gates of the fenced yard were open during the day, Jiang Sanyan hurriedly got up to go out, and saw Jiang Xiaofeng with a happy face.

"Sister Sanyan, I have good news for you, follow me quickly."

Half an hour later, Jiang Sanyan stood in front of the gate of Qian Mansion, surrounded by seven or eight people, she stood aside and looked at the IOU in her hand.

"Where a child born in the county is poor and unable to enter the county as a scholar, he can borrow 20 taels of silver from the Qianfu every year for repairs. The loan can be used for up to five years. If he is unable to repay after five years, he needs to work in the Qianfu. Pay off the debt, do your due diligence and don't be passive and slow down until the debt is paid off, otherwise you will be dealt with by the official."

There are also some terms and additional conditions that bind both parties. For example, the money has no interest, and those who are over half a hundred years old cannot borrow from each other, and the money can only be used for repairs, etc.

This undoubtedly solved her urgent need, but it is a pity that more scholars, even if their families are poor, are unwilling to sign this kind of IOU because of their status as scholars, so there are only less than ten of the hundreds of children in Ci County.

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Originally Jiang Sanyan wrote:

There is a woman who works in business and removes her red makeup before court. ...Slightly slightly slightly, not a weak man.

Later, because I couldn't think of the third sentence in the middle, I changed it (covering my face) The author's ability to write poetry is too bad!

Here is a poem by a classmate "Passerby A": There is a woman who goes to the business, and the front window of the court is full of autumn.High and low are indeterminate, so there is no reason to talk about short and long. (very good)