Traveling through time and space to become a child, supporting the family by catching fish and shrim

Yao Jianxin was still waiting for Zhu Shan to make a fool of himself, but what he got was Yang Ran starting to write and the atmosphere became eerie.

Even if Zhu Shan is famous for his poetry, it wouldn't be so scary that people can't even hold a pen, right?

Yao Jianxin looked at his friend and asked, "Has Zhu Shan's poetry attainments improved over the years?"

The friends looked at each other and said, "This... I'm really not sure. He used to be active in Qinzhou Prefecture and only returned this year."

"If his poetry skills had really improved, he wouldn't have come back from Qinzhou Prefecture."

Yao Jianxin looked at Zhu Shan again: "But after he came, the person who was making the most noise over there couldn't even hold a pen."

"Could it be that you drank too much and your hands are shaking?"

"We were arguing so much that I was out of breath and I let my hands go?"

"Don't argue, I'll go over and find out."

One of the companions said this, stood up and walked to the opposite side.

This person did not go deep into the core area of the quarrel, but asked the people who were watching the quarrel outside about the situation. When he learned the reason why Yang Ran couldn't hold the pen, he was a little confused.

When the man came back, Yao Jianxin immediately asked, "What happened?"

This person sighed and said helplessly: "These unlucky kids..."

"The man next to Zhu Shan is called Chen Lang."

"Chen Lang? Man Jiang Hong?"

"It turned out to be him."

"No wonder I can't hold the pen. If it were me, I would probably end up like this."

When Yao Jianxin heard the name Chen Lang, his brows immediately furrowed. He asked, "Did he also write the Peach Blossom Cottage song?"

"That's him," a friend replied.

Yao Jianxin said, "When I was in the capital, I heard people mention the Peach Blossom Cottage Song. They said that Scholar Xiao liked this poem very much."

"Returning to Linshui, I saw the half song of Water Melody and the following song of Full River Red."

“I didn’t expect that these poems were written by the same person.”

"No wonder Zhu Shan doesn't dare to call himself the Little Poet Immortal. Who would dare to brag about his talent when making friends with such a person?" another friend said with emotion.

Yao Jianxin stared at Chen Lang with extremely complicated emotions.

As for Chen Lang, with the help of Zhu Shan, he pretended to be very successful and was in a very good mood.

The feeling of suppressing the other party just by relying on reputation is really awesome.

After experiencing the feeling of being a fox borrowing the power of a tiger, Zhu Shan actually felt quite good.

But Zhu Shan was not a person who liked to kick someone when he was down. After Yang Ran had "surrendered", he did not continue to force him, but looked at Lin Meir.

"I was a bit disorganized just now and haven't greeted Miss Lin yet. How rude of me."

Lin Meir has been in extreme embarrassment. Although the names of Chen Lang and Zhu Shan are well-known to her, it is their first meeting after all. Without anyone introducing them, she doesn't feel comfortable taking the initiative to say hello.

Ma Baoguo and Hu Heyuan also forgot about this, resulting in Lin Meir being completely left out, feeling aggrieved and pitiful.

Fortunately, Zhu Shan noticed this and took the initiative to greet her.

Lin Mei'er immediately returned the greeting, saying, "My humble self, Lin Mei'er, greets Master Zhu and Master Chen."

Chen Lang asked, "Miss Lin was dancing on stage number four just now, right?"

Lin Mei'er said happily, "Mr. Chen also saw my performance just now?"

"You dance well." Chen Lang said with a smile.

These four simple words made Lin Meir's heart blossom with joy.

This is the comment from Linshui's number one talent.

If these four words were to get out, there was no guarantee that I would be able to make it to the quarterfinals.

"Thank you, Mr. Chen!" Lin Meir bowed deeply, her pretty face beaming.

At this moment, Chen Lang suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of his eye. The appearance of this figure made Chen Lang's heart skip a beat.

"Something happened suddenly. I have to excuse myself first."

Xiao Qi was about to follow Chen Lang, but Chen Lang pressed his shoulder and said, "You don't have to follow me. I'll be right back."

After saying this, he left in a hurry.

Chen Lang came to the street. Because the main show was about to begin, the street was crowded with people, which was somewhat similar to the situation on the night when Song Ke was assassinated.

After searching for a while, I finally saw that familiar figure.

Because he didn't know what her intention was, Chen Lang didn't shout, but followed her quietly.

However, Chen Lang was not very good at tracking and lost the person soon.

Just when Chen Lang was feeling frustrated, someone patted his shoulder and a crisp voice came to his ear: "Hey!"

Chen Lang turned around and saw Xie Qinghuan dressed in men's clothing.

When Chen Lang saw Xie Qinghuan's flat chest, he was stunned.

"Oh my god, Miss Xie, are you performing a magic trick on me? How did you hide this?"

Xie Qinghuan said with a bitter face: "You almost strangled me to death."

Chen Lang said, "Miss Xie, binding your breasts is very unhealthy and will cause a lot of trouble. You should find a place to untie them quickly."

Xie Qinghuan opened her mouth to answer, but suddenly realized that although she was wearing men's clothes, she was actually a woman.

A woman was discussing breast binding with a man on the street...

This is too shameful.

Xie Qinghuan's face flushed instantly, and he quickly changed the subject, saying, "Mr. Chen, I saw you looking around. Are you looking for someone? Tell me, maybe I can help you."

Chen Lang shook his head and said, "I'm not looking for anyone... By the way, why are you wandering around the street in men's clothes?"

Xie Qinghuan said, "I don't want to cause trouble."

"Mr. Chen, the ticket seller at the door gave you that little piece of paper. Did you use it?"

Chen Lang said: "No."

Xie Qinghuan smiled: "Since it's useless, then do me a favor."

Chen Lang also smiled: "Okay, let's go."

The two arrived at the voting station, where the bulletin board was posted with portraits of the sixteen brothel girls who participated in the final of the Oiran competition.

There is a fence in front of the bulletin board, and police officers are guarding the surrounding area to prevent anyone from causing trouble.

To vote, one needs help from the government office, as voters cannot go forward and post the notice in person.

Xie Qinghuan took out his ticket and handed it to the yamen officer, then signaled Chen Lang to take out his ticket.

"Two, both for Pang Qiuyan from Hongxiuzhao."

The clerk called out, "Hongxiu is calling Pang Qiuyan, two tickets."

The officer took the note and came to Pang Qiuyan's portrait and pasted the note on it.

Chen Lang said, "I see. Miss Xie dressed up like this because she came here specifically to vote for Miss Pang."

Xie Qinghuan said, "I'm in Hongxiuzhao, and Qiuyan is my only friend."

Then he lowered his head and whispered, "Master Chen, can I ask you for a favor?"

Chen Lang asked, "What?"

"Can we go see Qiuyan's performance later?" Xie Qinghuan whispered, "Mr. Chen is now well-known and known as the most talented scholar in Linshui. If you go see Qiuyan's performance, perhaps you can help her become the leader of the Four Great Guilds..."

"I know this request is a bit abrupt. If Mr. Chen doesn't want to, forget it."

Chen Lang looked around again, and the familiar figure had completely disappeared.

"Ms. Pang is a super member of the bra club and is also Ms. Xie's only friend. Of course I have to help her in this matter."