A strong farm girl is busy getting rich

As soon as the young man in blue finished speaking, ten men walked up and stood in front of the desk. Some were thinking, while others had already picked up their pens and were ready to write.

A quarter of an hour later, all ten people had finished writing.

The young man in blue took their poems and placed them in front of several judges.

The judges began to pass it around and discuss.

The young man in blue asked No. 11 to No. 20 to come forward and write poems. This time there were eight men and two women.

Shen Qingqian had seen one of the women before. She was the lady whose purse was stolen that day.

Shen Qingqian hated this woman from the bottom of her heart. That day, she had been kind enough to help her find her purse, but she was so arrogant and had no manners!

I didn't expect to meet this woman here today!

This time, the second group of ten people finished writing in less than a quarter of an hour, because they had already started thinking while the first group was writing.

Next it was Shen Qingqian's group's turn. They were number 21 to 30, and Shen Qingqian was number 28.

Among them, in addition to Shen Qingqian, there was another woman, who was the eldest daughter of the landlord Liu, and Liu Shuyao's sister, Liu Yuyao.

As a fellow villager, the original owner knew this Miss Liu. However, one was a spoiled girl from a wealthy family, and the other was a poor little girl without a mother, so the two had no intersection.

At this moment, Shen Qingqian didn't think about who she was, he just thought he didn't know her.

Shen Qingqian had already thought of the poem she wanted to write. Holding the wolf-hair brush in her hand, she silently said in her heart, "Dear senior poets, I am not talented, but I will borrow your poems today."

Then she wrote one of her favorite poems.

Shen Qingqian was the first one in their group to finish writing. As soon as she walked back to her original seat, the young man in blue took away her poem and gave it to the judges.

Soon after, everyone else finished writing one after another.

Next are numbers 31 to 39, and Gao Xiuwen is one of them.

Accompanying persons are not allowed to come in here, so Shen Jiao should be waiting outside.

Shen Qingqian was actually looking forward to it, wanting to see how knowledgeable this scumbag Gao Xiuwen was!

After more than an hour, the remaining groups were all finished.

The young man in blue came on stage again and said, "Everyone can take a break for a quarter of an hour. Lan Ya Ju has prepared tea for everyone. In a quarter of an hour, the results of the first round will be announced."

Then, the five judges on the stage began to discuss and exchange opinions.

The people in the audience also began to whisper to each other, talking about their poems.

Shen Qingqian was still alone, looking here and there.

Looking up, she saw a man standing at the railing on the second floor, watching the situation in the hall.

The man was in his early twenties, a bit thin. He was wearing a moon-white robe that was obviously made of fine fabric. He looked like a young man from a wealthy family.

"cousin!"

Shen Qingqian heard a woman shouting behind her.

She turned around and saw that it was that annoying woman.

After the woman shouted, she walked towards the stairs. When she reached the second floor, she stood next to the man.

It seems that the man upstairs is her cousin. Shen Qingqian couldn't hear what the two said, but she could see that the annoying woman was very enthusiastic, but the man was indifferent.

A quarter of an hour passed quickly and everyone stopped talking.

The young man in blue walked onto the stage and began to announce the results: "Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of the first round of today's poetry competition are: number one, number two, number five, number eleven, number sixteen, number seventeen, number twentieth, number twenty-two, number twenty-seventh, number twenty-eighth, ..."

There was a number at the end, but Shen Qingqian didn't listen anymore because she had already heard her own number.

Then the second round of poetry writing began. The eliminated people could stay and watch, or leave on their own. But no one left, because everyone wanted to see the final result.

In this round, Shen Qingqian did not see the woman who was in the same group with her just now, Liu Yuyao, who should have been eliminated.

But the two people Shen Qingqian hated the most were still there, Gao Xiuwen and that annoying woman.

There were only forty people left in this round, which was much faster than the first round.

After finishing writing the poems, the young man in blue asked everyone to take a break for two quarters of an hour, saying that the judges needed to consider carefully.

Two quarters of an hour later, the man in blue announced the result, this time reading out the number and the name together.

"The winners of the second round are: No. 5 Liu Chongshan, No. 17 Yao Ning, No. 28 Shen Qing, No. 39 Zhao Feng..."

Shen Qingqian heard her number again and breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn't hear Gao Xiuwen's name this time. It seemed that the scumbag was eliminated in this round!

However, she remembered that the annoying woman was No. 17, and it turned out that her name was Yao Ning.

It seems that Yao Ning is really good, as he won again in the second round!

Next came the final round of competition. There were only ten people and the atmosphere was a bit tense.

Shen Qingqian wrote a poem called "Autumn Lyrics" by Liu Yuxi.

While waiting for the result, although Shen Qingqian was very confident in the poem, she was still a little nervous and a little excited.

Finally, the results were announced!

The blue-dressed gentleman once again stood on the stage and said loudly: "The third place in this round is number 17, Yao Ning;

Hearing this name, Shen Qingqian felt a little unhappy. This Yao Ning was so arrogant and conceited. Could he really write any good poems?

"Second place, number 39, Zhao Feng;"

Hearing that he was not the second place, Shen Qingqian couldn't help but clench his fists.

First place, number 28 Shen Qing!"

Finally, the man in blue called out her name! Shen Qingqian felt like jumping up.

But she quickly suppressed her excitement. She thought that she had lived two lives, and she was a soldier in her previous life. How could she be so excited?

The blue-robed gentleman continued, "Now please ask the three winners to come forward and read your poems to everyone."

Under everyone's attention, Yao Ning was the first to step out and walked in front.

The second place winner was a man. He followed Yao Ning and also walked over.

Shen Qingqian, who came in first, ended up being the last one.

Yao Ning bowed to the judges, then turned to face the crowd and began to read her first poem:

"Flowers fade and bloom again,

When will you return?

The autumn wind paints the fan with sorrow,

Lovesickness has become a disaster."

After Yao Ning finished reading, many people nodded in praise, and a proud expression appeared on Yao Ning's face again.

Zhao Feng, who came in second, began to read his poem:

"The autumn wind sends the geese away,

The leaves on the trees in the courtyard turned yellow in the morning.

Recalling the past when Qiu Qing was by my side,

Now the autumn scenery is desolate. "

After Zhao Feng finished reading his poem, he received more praise than Yao Ning. The judges also nodded repeatedly, even though they had already read the poem before.

Shen Qingqian also felt that this poem was better than Yao Ning's. He secretly glanced at Zhao Feng beside him.

The man was less than 20 years old, wearing a blue robe made of high-quality fabric. The collar and cuffs were embroidered with natural patterns, and the embroidery was exquisite. It was obvious that the clothes were worth a lot of money. It seemed that he was a rich young man!

But why does this guy have the same expression as Yao Ning? They are both so arrogant!