Good luck and fortune come to the end of the world, the boss brings prosperity to the whole village

Xiao Hong glared at her angrily, not understanding why Song Jixiang didn't argue with them, "Why do you just let them gossip?"

"If a dog bites you, will you bite the dog back?" Song Jixiang smiled, shook his head, and got on the carriage.

The carriage took a detour through a small path on the side, and from a long distance away, one could still hear the triumphant laughter of the people in the Song family's old house.

Jiang felt very sorry, "Why would a young girl like her marry an old man? Alas..."

Song Yanran looked at the carriage going away, stamped her feet and muttered, "Brother, why don't you let me beat her?"

Song Bowen's gaze was in the same direction as hers. "This girl is a little weird. Don't act rashly before you figure it out. Also, remember your identity."

"Status, status, what status? Isn't it just being a mistress to that old man? What kind of status can that be? For the sake of your future, you sold me, your sister, and you still show off in front of me, you..."

Song Jiawen came over and said, "Okay, keep your voice down, my aunt. How shameless would you be if the villagers heard you? Your brother is doing this for your own good. We are homeless now. How can we still have the worry-free life we ​​had before? If your brother hadn't been smart and relied on the county magistrate, you wouldn't be as prosperous as you are now."

Song Yanran was filled with anger. Yes, you guys are still living a life of ease, but what about her? She felt sick when she thought of that fat pig-like body pressing on her. She hated Song Jixiang more and more. It was all because of that stinky girl.

"Brother, are you going to let her participate in the Flower Fighting Competition so easily?" Song Yanran's eyes were burning with anger.

Song Bowen curled his lips and said, "She is our sister, so as a brother, I naturally have to help her!"

After entering the county town, the carriage could not move forward at all, so the few people had to get off and walk. When they arrived at the competition venue, it was already crowded with people.

Wang Laowu, Yan Hui, along with a dozen or so housekeepers and servants, occupied the best spot and waved to them.

At this moment, two voices came from a distance: "Everyone, make way, make way!"

Everyone turned around and saw two maids who looked exactly the same walking in front. They were pretty and had foreign scarves wrapped around their heads, which looked a bit strange. Behind them walked a graceful girl with a white gauze hat on her head. Their face could not be seen clearly, but they were sure that she must be a beauty.

Song Jixiang turned his head to look, "This is... an acquaintance!"

Yan Hui stared at the person who came, "Who is it?" He was more imposing than him.

The housekeeper promptly explained, "The eldest daughter of the Wenyuan Marquis's residence."

"It's her. I saw her in Shangjing when I was a child. I didn't expect...she's ugly!"

Chuckling, Song Jixiang couldn't help laughing out loud.

Ouyang Lan glanced over here and pointed at Song Jixiang, "Why do they occupy the best position?"

Yan Hui gave a sly smile and said, "I bought this piece of land a month ago. What? Do you have any objection?"

I don't know if the expression under the veil has changed, but her voice is still as sweet as ever, "Just because you have money, you can do whatever you want?"

"I'll sell it to you right now for double the price. Do you have it? You're welcome to throw real money at me."

"You,..." She didn't have much silver and money on her, and the only one thousand taels left was taken away by Xiao Yihan.

Ouyang Lan quietly twisted Xiaojiu and Xiaoshi's arms, "You are dumb, letting me talk to such a scoundrel."

Xiaojiu and Xiaoshi were in great pain. Ever since what happened that night, the young lady's personality had become even more changeable. The more they said, the more mistakes they would make, but if they said nothing, they would also be wrong. What should they do?

Ouyang Lan snorted coldly and turned to walk to her seat.

I heard that this country girl also wants to participate in the flower contest. Does she know what flowers are? She thinks she is great just because she is affiliated with the Yan family. Humph, she will have a hard time.

Song Jixiang was thinking about what kind of flowers to bring to the competition when someone tapped him on the shoulder. If he hadn't been much stronger now, he would have been knocked down by this tap.

When I turned around, I saw a big square face with a full beard and a big bald head.

This man is the owner of the ironware shop in Sifang Town: Yan Cheng.

"Shopkeeper Yan, you are here too."

Yan Cheng touched his shiny head and said cheerfully, "I don't care if I'm a shopkeeper or not. I'm just a blacksmith. Boy, compare yourself. I've bet fifty taels on you."

"Thank you very much!" Song Jixiang bowed seriously and asked him to sit here.

Yan Cheng smiled and said that there were other friends who just came over to say hello, then waved and left.

Song Jixiang took out a handful of silver bills from his sleeve and handed them to the steward of the Yan residence, asking him to help run a trip to the underground reading room and pawn all the silver bills on herself.

The housekeeper was so shocked that he opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but then closed it tightly, responded, and hurried out.

At this time, there was a commotion among the crowd.

Dozens of police officers filed in and stood on both sides.

The county magistrate led a rich young man onto the stage, causing the people below the stage to speculate about the rich young man's origins.

Ouyang Lan turned her head to look, but saw Xiao Yihan whispering something to the county magistrate and he didn't even look at her. She felt even more ashamed and angry.

After the crowd quieted down, an old man came out with a smile, greeted everyone, and then said: "Today is the day of the flower competition. As an old flower farmer, I am very pleased to see so many young people love to grow flowers. I hope you can show your skills in the next competition and open our eyes."

Everyone applauded and cheered. Then the old man announced the rules and precautions of the competition.

Ten people formed a group and took out the flowers they had prepared and placed them in front of their tables, waiting for comments from the dozen or so people on the stage.

The best will win.

It was already afternoon when the team of several thousand people waited for Song Jixiang.

Wei Yang took Jiang Shi, Song Xiaoqi, Yan Nan and Xiao Hong to the restaurant next door to rest. Yan Hui had already booked all the seats facing the street in advance.

The preliminary selection was not very strict. A pot of orchid that Song Jixiang picked out casually had already made everyone who was watching admire it. They said that the shape and artistic conception were both excellent, and they gave her an excellent rating.

Ouyang Lan was deliberately making things difficult. Such orchids can be found everywhere, so how could they be rated as excellent?

Unfortunately, her voice was quickly drowned out by the voices of several old men.

Because of the high registration fee this time, Xiao Yihan couldn't be too perfunctory. He had to save face, so he invited experienced flower growers, the dean of an academy, and wealthy gentry in the county, such as the master of the Yan family, and Dean Kong of Sifang Town.

Dean Kong recognized at a glance that the owner of the orchid was Song Jixiang, who had shown off his skills in the teahouse that day. He was much taller than before, his skin was much whiter, and his appearance had changed a little, becoming more elegant and noble, and with a bit of the sunshine and flamboyance that only young people have.