The eldest daughter of a peasant family: They are all my sisters’ passers-by

"I listen to the boss."

"Can you understand the teacher's lectures at the county school?"

Zhou Xingnan couldn't help scratching the back of his head, his eyes were a little dazed, and then he shook his head woodenly.

"Then go to the same class with Luo Chen. You two can go together, and Xiu Mu can come to see me together."

"Listen to the boss."

Zhou Xingnan thought this was a good idea. Looking at Lan Wangshu's bright eyes, Mo Yici felt that he should appear at this time. He moved his feet slightly, making a sound.

"elder brother."

When Zhou Xingnan saw Mo Yici, he subconsciously straightened his back, then relaxed, jumped off the chair with a smile, hooked his arm around his neck, and led his men towards the private room.

Mo Yici looked at the cocktail in Lan Wangshu's hand with a deep gaze. The other party smiled at him politely and continued to work on the things in his hands.

When Zhou Xingnan saw his eyes fixed on his boss, he couldn't help but feel alarmed. This wouldn't do. A warm and kind person like his boss couldn't be with this icy brother. Wouldn't this waste his time?

"Let's go, brother. Everyone is waiting."

The young man exerted force with his hands and hooked the young man away. Lan Wangshu put down the things in her hands and breathed a sigh of relief. The aura of Mo Yici was so scary that it made her scalp tingle. She subconsciously wanted to avoid him.

People flowed from Dingzhenlou to Zuifusheng. If you want to go to the second floor, each private room has a minimum consumption. If you just come to appreciate poetry, you can spend a free cup of tea on the first floor. Zuifusheng provides free bamboo tube wine.

Of course, there are many wealthy people coming and going, as well as many businessmen.

Li Yanhuan exchanged holiday gifts for the guests, while Lan Wangshu took notes at the counter and sorted out the accounts.

"Girl, aren't you losing money by offering free drinks like this?"

Li Yanhuan was dressed gorgeously, and everyone naturally treated her as the one in charge. The girl had never seen so many men looking at her, and she couldn't help feeling a little scared. She took a half step back and pulled Lan Wangshu's sleeve.

Lan Wangshu held her hand soothingly, raised his head with a calm expression, and spoke in a tone that was neither humble nor arrogant.

"It's just a glass of wine. If you can read this poem and experience the essence of drinking alone under the moon because of this glass of wine, then it's worth it."

"Girl, you're very generous."

Men of letters and scholars always admire something called character, and they were full of praise for Lan Wangshu and Zui Fusheng, and they also praised Li Yanhuan. The little girl was so shy that she couldn't raise her head, and her hands were tightly clutching Lan Wangshu's sleeves.

Lan Wangshu would occasionally exchange a few words with everyone, and the atmosphere on the first floor could be said to be full of joy.

Although everyone was standing, holding a bamboo tube in their hands in a funny way, their faces were flushed with excitement, and they were even inspired to write poetry.

Lan Wangshu was not stingy either. He took out the fine pens and ink he had bought before and generously allowed everyone to give full play to their creativity.

Such a big move makes some people eager to make a move, and their excitement is beyond words.

“I never thought that one day I would be able to use such writing.”

The sound of reciting poems and composing couplets came from Zui Fusheng. People passing by might be curious, or might want to join in the fun, and for a while there was an endless stream of people passing by.

The maids and servants brought by Li Yanhuan were so busy that even the snacks and drinks prepared in advance by Lan Wangshu in the kitchen were sold out.

The guests on the second floor were attracted by the liveliness on the first floor and gathered together, not caring about their image. Some leaned against the wall, some sat on the steps, and some sat on the floor casually.

There was no distinction between high and low status, only a clash of literature. Lan Wangshu watched all this quietly and couldn't help but feel his eyes warm. It was truly a magnificent sight.

"Ayan, do you like this kind of atmosphere?"

Li Yanhuan didn't understand what she was so excited about, but she was indeed very harmonious and nodded in cooperation.

This reminded Lan Wangshu of a line from "Praise of the Humble House": "There are great scholars among us for conversation and laughter, and there is no unlearned commoner among us." So he picked up the brush and began to write on the paper.

She was in a very good mood today, and her regular script was somewhat unrestrained, with wide opening and closing of the strokes, giving off a sense of freedom and romance.

"Both the poem and the calligraphy are very good."

An old man with gray hair, leaning on a cane and wearing a clean and simple robe, nodded repeatedly.

Everyone took the paper and began to pass it around. Everyone was shocked. This atmosphere was really great. This was the utopia in every scholar's heart.

While we were laughing out loud, many excellent works came to life.

"It's late today, the store is small, and we haven't served you well. Each guest can get a handkerchief. If Zui Fusheng is still here next year, the guest can bring this handkerchief to keep the appointment."

Lan Wangshu took out a box from the counter, opened the lid, and saw piles of gauze-like handkerchiefs with the pattern of Zui Fusheng's plaque on them.

"Girl, what kind of font is this?"

"It's called the Slender Gold Style. It looks thin but has strength inside. Please hold it carefully, sir."

Lan Wangshu smiled and put the handkerchief into the other person's hand, her eyes unconsciously looking at Zhou Xingnan. The boy nodded, and she continued to share the handkerchief.

Everyone walked out of Zui Fusheng's door with a smile on their face, and bowed to each other before leaving, as if they were old friends, but in fact they were just friends who had just had a cup of tea.