This poem will not start, a box of fruit sugar in Li Xiucai has become the focus of everyone's eyes.

Many people present are faces in the city.

Looking at this box of fruit sugar that has never been seen by myself, I can't help but want to move.

"Zhao Ce, your fruit sugar, can you sell it?"

"I am willing to produce five or two silvers, is it as good as you sell me a box?"

A son in a Chinese suit crowded to Zhao Ce and said enthusiastically.

"Five or two?"

This price makes people listen to secretly.

Other people who were originally a little bit talked about, and couldn't help but watch it.

Zhao Ce laughed: "Don't conceal everyone, this fruit candy, now I haven't sold it for the time being."

"I am going to open a candy shop in the city, and there will be sugar and other types of candy for sale."

"If you are interested at that time, you can go and see."

"However, if the county respected adults and the talents of Xiucai also like it, I can let people go home and ask if you can bring it."

As for the price, Zhao Ce didn't mention it in a word.

He is here to give gifts today. Even if the price of others is high, he will not sell it.

After listening to the showcases present, their faces were slightly slow.

A showcase said relieved: "Li Xiucai, you, you, it's really good!"

Li Xiucai also talked to his face: "My vision has always been good!"

Speaking this, the people next to them couldn't help but coughed.

When Zhao Ce saw everyone interested, he said, "Then the students let people go home and ask now."

"I have a relative and live in the city. He brought a lot before, saying that it was going to give gifts today."

"I let him send it."

After Zhao Ce finished speaking, he walked outside the gate.

However, he is naturally not a shouting person.

The things that Zhao Ce brought himself in his own book box.

That book box, let Wu Xueli help.

So Zhao Ce turned outside the door, and then returned to the lobby.

After Zhao Ce came in, many people surrounded him and asked when the sugar had to be sold.

Zhao Ce smiled and said that it was estimated to be fast, and it would be notified in the city.

This original elegant poem will be chaotic at once.

The masters are surrounded by Li Xiucai to study this candy.

And most of the students, most of them around Zhao Ce, inquiring about fruit sugar and white sugar.

There are still some who can't be squeezed in, so ask Zhao Ce's two classmates.

Suddenly, Li Xiucai's four and apprentices became the focus of the poetry club.

Liu Xiucai watched the four people surrounded by everyone, sitting back back to his position.

"Huh, this poem will be a poem of Mid -Autumn Festival, an elegant place."

"But it has become like this, it has become a so -called business place!"

As long as you are not stupid, you can see it.

Zhao Ce is in disguise to promote the store that is about to open!

Liu Xiucai's words let everyone's enthusiasm cool a little.

Without waiting for Zhao Ce to answer, Li Xiu said slowly: "You make your poems, what's the relationship between me eating my candy?"

Liu Xiu snorted coldly.

"The county respects, this Li Xiucai is not polite, even if the students brought out are the same."

"What did this good poetry be?"

"If you don't write a poem, what will you do when you come to the poem?"

Li Xiucai watched Liu Xiucai this weird yin and yang, and also put away his hippie smiley face.

He said coldly: "What are gifts?"

"You and I are the same talent, what kind of gift I want to do with you?"

"Furthermore, my students can't say three things!"

"You ..." Liu Xiucai was angry and pointed at Li Xiucai.

Li Xiucai was not afraid of him at all, he was about to roll up his sleeves and talk well with him.

The Zhangxian magistrate over there was straightforward.

"In this case, it is not too early, so the poem will officially start."

Zhangxian command has already spoken, and others are naturally difficult to say anything.

Zhao Ce apologized to Li Xiucai: "I have trouble with the sir."

He was just thinking about promoting it at will, after all, the highlight is still behind.

But I don't want the sensation caused by this fruit candy, even more powerful than he expected.

Li Xiu said he didn't take it seriously, "What is this trouble?"

"If you want to do this poem, it's okay if you don't want to do it."

"With me, they can only play with their mouths."

Zhao Ce looked at him with an indifferent look, and smiled unconsciously.

During this time with Li Xiucai, it is really good.

This person is always doing things casually, and there is never a shelf in the daily life.

When teaching knowledge, it is very serious.

In short, Zhao Ce respected this master.

Zhao Ce laughed: "I am a master of a master. When I come to the poetry meeting, I naturally want to win glory to the master."

"This poem is naturally necessary."

Li Xiucai was interested in "Oh?"

Zhao Ce rifically saluted him and returned to the position he should stay.

soon.

The sound of gongs sounded, and everyone was quiet.

As the host, Xu Lao's book stood in the middle of the table, cleared his throat, and said to the people below:

"Today is the Mid -Autumn Festival, the county respected adults said, so I wrote the Mid -Autumn Festival poem, based on the title of the month."

"One of the best poems by the students, and then the best poems rated by the students can get the color head of this poem."

It has been darkened.

Outside the building, the lights were lit.

This poem will be poetry from the Confucian students who want to participate in, and the students will evaluate it.

Those who shine in this poem will leave a good impression in the eyes of the county magistrate.

Therefore, many students who have long been prepared have temporarily retracted their minds from the fresh fruit candy, and they are eager to try on their faces.

Those who want to participate, let the guys take the paper and pen to come over.

After everyone is ready, the fragrance of the timing will be lit, which indicates that the poetry will officially start.

All participants started to bow their heads and thought hard.

Some of them have been prepared for a long time.

Zhao Ce also thought about it seriously.

This poem meeting, the original owner had not participated before.

After all, the people who come to participate are basically specified by the master, and have a certain amount of skills.

However, the participants are Confucian scholars.

Don't say how good the poems you do, you just need to compare other Confucian students.

After Zhao Ce passed in his mind, he couldn't help but want to vomit.

"This famous Mid -Autumn Festival poem is basically from the Tang and Song dynasties."

"The verses of the Ming and Qing Dynasties are rare and few."

"Isn't this difficult for me to copy the public?"

"Forget it, just use you!"
Chapter completed!