A strong farm girl is busy getting rich

Shen Qingqian thought this rule was reasonable. She picked up the brush on the table and thought for a moment before thinking of a poem that fit her current life:

"In the rain, cocks crowed in one or two houses,

The plank bridge on Zhuxi Village Road is slanted.

The women and mother-in-law called each other to go and bathe the silkworms.

I am just looking at the gardenias in the courtyard. "

Shen Qingqian put down his pen and handed the poem he had written to Master Sun.

"You finished it so quickly?"

Master Sun looked at the paper handed over by Shen Qingqian and was a little surprised.

"Well, please take a look."

Shen Qingqian said politely.

Master Sun took it and read it carefully.

Master Sun frowned at first, then his eyes lit up again. He read it again and again.

Shen Qingqian kept staring at Master Sun's expression and was made a little nervous by him.

"Master Sun, is my poem okay?"

Master Sun finally put down the paper in his hand and said, "This poem is a good poem, but the words..."

Shen Qingqian understood that she was indeed not very good at calligraphy, and she felt that she had performed well today!

Shen Qingqian was an extrovert. In her previous life, she liked singing and dancing, in addition to various sports. As for calligraphy, which required her to calm down, she couldn't do it.

"However, this is a poetry gathering, not a calligraphy competition. I guess you pass!" Master Sun made the final decision.

"Thank you, Master Sun!" Shen Qingqian said happily.

The man in purple gave Shen Qingqian a number that said "twenty-eight".

"On the ninth day of September, the competition will be held in order of numbers." The man in purple reminded again.

There were people queuing behind him, so Shen Qingqian left quickly after successfully registering.

After leaving Lan Ya Ju, she did not go to the pawnshop again. Three days later was the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, and Shen Qingqian wanted to wait until the poetry meeting was over before arranging the hot pot restaurant.

Shen Qingqian went directly to Yunshang Cloth Shop, intending to buy a new piece of clothing.

A poetry reading is such an important occasion, you can't dress like a beggar!

Shen Qingqian picked out a purple silk dress with embroidery on the collar and cuffs, which was very beautiful.

After thinking about it, I bought another veil. It would be better to cover my face in case I run into someone I know.

Shen's house. Shen Qingfeng was about to leave when Shen Dakuan stopped him and said, "Qingfeng, go to Landlord Liu's house and quit your job today, and come with me to work in town tomorrow."

Shen Qingfeng asked in surprise: "Dad, why is this?"

Shen Dakuan said, "Not only is the salary at Landlord Liu's house low, but you won't have much to gain if you stay in the village. It's better for you to follow me to the town, where you can earn more money and gain more experience."

Of course, this is what Xu Guihua told Shen Dakuan last night.

Shen Qingfeng said: "Dad, I will consider this matter, but not now. If I want to leave, I have to wait until the end of the year."

Xu Guihua winked at Shen Dakuan, who got the signal and quickly said, "I've already talked to the foreman and promised to take you there tomorrow. It would be bad if you don't go!"

"Dad, it's not good for you to make decisions for me without my consent!"

After saying that, Shen Qingfeng strode out of the courtyard.

Shen Dakuan was a little angry. These two people didn't even take him, their father, seriously!

Shen Dakuan originally planned to stay another night, but he left that afternoon.

Shen Jiao was lying on the bed, Xu Guihua and Shen Mei were sitting beside her bed, and the three of them were discussing countermeasures together.

"Mom, my second brother doesn't want to go to town with Dad. If he doesn't leave, how can we marry Shen Qingqian to cousin Xu Shan?" Shen Mei said.

Xu Guihua gnashed her teeth and said, "Don't worry, mother will always find a way to deal with this bitch!"

Shen Jiao said: "Mom, I have an idea that can prevent Shen Qingfeng from working in Landlord Liu's house."

Shen Jiao hated Shen Qingqian so much that she also hated Shen Qingfeng. She didn't even bother pretending. This was the first time in so many years that she called Shen Qingfeng by his name, even behind his back.

Xu Guihua's eyes lit up and she said, "Jiaojiao, tell me quickly, what good idea have you come up with?"

Shen Jiao's eyes flashed with a hint of viciousness, and she lowered her voice and said, "I heard that my second brother and the second lady of the landlord Liu's family..."

The ninth day of September soon arrived, and Shen Qingqian got up a little earlier than usual.

She put on her newly bought clothes, combed her hair into a simple bun, and inserted the only wooden hairpin she had. She set out without putting on any makeup or putting on a veil.

But she herself didn't know that with just a little bit of dressing up, she looked much more radiant than usual!

When we arrived in town, Lan Ya Ju had not yet opened its doors, but quite a few people had already gathered at the door. Moreover, more people were walking towards this side one after another.

These people stood together in twos and threes and talked, and each of them seemed very excited.

Shen Qingqian was the only one there, and she didn't recognize anyone. She looked at this person, then that person, and listened to their conversation.

Suddenly, she found two familiar figures in the crowd, they were Gao Xiuwen and Shen Jiao.

It seems that Gao Xiuwen has also signed up to attend the poetry reading. Shen Jiao should be accompanying him.

Shen Qingqian was afraid that they would see her, so she quickly turned around and pulled her veil up again.

A quarter of an hour later, the door of Lan Ya Ju finally opened.

A young man in a blue robe came out. He glanced at everyone present and said loudly, "Everyone, please line up to enter with your numbers. Those who are not attending the poetry gathering are not allowed to come in for the time being."

After hearing what he said, everyone lined up consciously. When they got to the door, they just had to show their number.

When you enter the hall of Lan Ya Ju, you will see a platform in front, which is slightly higher than the podium in a modern classroom.

There were five tables and chairs placed side by side on the stage, all of which were occupied.

There are ten desks under the stage, on which are placed writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone.

After all the people participating in the poetry reading came in, the young man in blue who had just shouted at the door also came in.

He stood on the stage and said loudly: "Everyone, there are a total of eighty people participating in the poetry gathering today, and there are five judges, namely Master Zhou from Jingyuan Academy, Master Ren from Yuying Academy, and Master Sun from Anhua Academy."

Shen Qingqian recognized that Master Sun was the master she had met when she registered that day.

The blue-robed young man continued, "There is also this year's new scholar, Lord Su Yansu, and Lord Yao, the county magistrate of our Ping'an Town."

Shen Qingqian thought that this poetry gathering was quite grand, even the scholar and the county magistrate came.

County Magistrate Zhang is about 40 years old. He is not wearing official uniform today and looks like an ordinary middle-aged man.

On the other hand, Mr. Su looked to be in his twenties, with a dignified appearance and gentle manner.

Then the young man in blue continued, "Everyone, today's poetry competition will be divided into three rounds.

In the first round, forty people will be selected from among the eighty of you;

In the second round, ten more people will be selected from the forty;

In the third round, the first, second and third place winners will be selected from the final ten.

Today's poem is based on the theme of "autumn", that is to say, as long as the word "autumn" is in the poem, it will be fine.

Now, please invite the talented people from number one to ten to come to the stage. There are papers and pens on the desks. Please write down your poems. "