Xiao Zhan also set out on the road with a thousand taels of silver in his arms, and this time he went to Jiangnan.

"Two hundred bamboos?" Xiao Zhan looked at the bamboo slips that needed to be purchased as they wrote, but he couldn't understand them. He needed so many bamboos for the hair. Last time he didn't bring back a hundred, but this time he wanted one hundred: "If you really need so much, just buy some bamboos with roots and plant them yourself."

Xining shook her head: "It takes three to five years to become a bamboo, and I will need it in the near future. This time, the bamboo not only needs to be bamboo, but also small bamboos as thick as a thumb. The bamboo can be hollow, and can float on the water and drag it directly behind the boat."

Xiao Zhan immediately said: "Will the sea water destroy the bamboo? Will the bamboo live longer?"

In fact, sea water can make bamboo more flexible, but even if the bamboo soaked in sea water does not have a long lifespan, she was just considering the present.

"After the past, it's just autumn, you can start to make a drink." Xining emphasized: "You need strong wine."

The most outstanding person in this lotus root banquet is naturally Zhang Liao, who is the top player in Qinshu.

The story of Miss Wang was also circulating in the inner houses of various families.

On the contrary, Zhong Shuo, the best in calligraphy and painting, had few people discuss it. The reason is very simple... Jing'er replied: "Zhong Shuo is pretty!"

He is fair and looks average, but how good is it? Even if he wears Confucian clothes and walks on the street, he will be submerged in the crowd. Zhang Liao is pretty, even if he wears Bai Ding's clothes, he is still green in the mountains and clear waters, and his behavior is elegant and elegant.

Xining sighed, this world depends on the face!

Being a county lord is really leisurely, not to mention that she is very easy-going. As long as she doesn't help her cause trouble, all the great gods and ghosts in the whole yard can be at will.

While leaning against the mat and listening to the song, these singers and dancers brought by the Qinling Palace are really good, just to relieve the boredom.

This young singer played the piano and sang Chu Ci, which had a unique flavor.

After singing the song, Xining said ok, and then asked with interest: "How old are you?"

The singer knelt down and said respectfully: "It's eighteen."

Xining sighed slightly and said, "If my brother is still alive, he should be eighteen. Before he knew it, five years have passed."

These were all prepared for the elder brother who died early. As a result, the prince died, and no one arranged these singers and dancers and stayed in the mansion. Time passed and wasted time.

The singer didn't know how to go back, so she raised her sleeve and gently wiped the corners of her eyes. It was just sad!

So many singers and dancers are good times when they are young and beautiful, so they are wasted by staying by their side. If they sell, they will only become singers and dancers or concubines when they go to other residences.

If you send them all to the King of Han, there were many beauties in the King of Han. At that time, Wang Zhaojun was not summoned by the king for three years after entering the palace. He entered the palace at the age of 17 and went out to the frontier at the age of 21.

These beauties are already eighteen years old. According to the standards of this era, they are older leftover women with a youthful tail. If they wait for two or three years, they don’t have so many opportunities to go out to marry. Moreover, marriage is not a good choice. Wang Zhaojun followed his son when the Huns died, and a son born to her husband before also died was unknown.

It’s a little trouble, how to arrange these beauties!

At this time, the doorman sent a post, and Miss Wang handed over a visit and came to the door.

Calculate the time, Miss Wang came here just three days after the Lotus Root Banquet. It seems that she is also a little smart.

"Please please!" Xining put the post next to her and said to her, "Be ready, I'm talking a lot today."

After a while, someone timidly said outside a window next to him: "Thank you for your compassion at the county lord!"

Hehe knew that every word and action would be monitored.

After a while, Miss Wang came in. She wore the white background and blue patterned jingle she wore at the last banquet, and only one golden hairpin was sold in her store. The jingle skirt was also new, and it should be the new one, probably her best skirt. The Wang family is really stingy!

After the ceremony, Xining asked the audience to have tea.

"A few days ago, the county lord Duomeng did not abandon his paintings of folk girls. The girl painted another one and asked the county lord for advice." Miss Wang brought a pair of calligraphy and paintings, but did not bring a maid.

Xining asked Jing'er to get it, and Jing'er took it and expanded it.

The figure is drawn, a fairy who is flying in the clouds and fog, holding Ruyi in his hand, and his ten fingers are figuratively downward. Below is a young woman kneeling on the mat, raising her hands to show her posture of raising Ruyi.

Not to mention, Miss Wang's painting skills are quite good. Although she is not as good as Wu Dai Dangfeng, it is OK. The fairy's eyebrows and eyes were drawn according to her appearance, and her dress is fluttering and has a very fairy charm.

It implies that she is an immortal, and the young woman kneeling is naturally Miss Wang.

The rainbow fart was really loud, Xining smiled: "This painting is very good. I didn't expect Miss Wang to have such skills. I don't know who she is studying."

"It's good if the county lord thinks it's okay." Miss Wang said in a humble and arrogant manner: "The young lady has never been a master. She is a deceased mother and is good at painting. I have nothing to do on weekdays, so I copy the paintings she left behind."

"That's it!" He is really talented and can draw as well without a master.

Miss Wang said gentle and gracefully: "This painting is like a county lord who doesn't dislike it. The girl wants to present it to the county lord."

"Give it to me? OK! Thank you then." Xining signaled: "Hang the painting."

She pointed: "Just hang there, beside those two paintings."

When Miss Wang saw it, she immediately said, "It's impossible to use it, it's impossible to use it! Those two paintings were painted by famous artists. The folk women's paintings are crude, how can they be comparable to famous artists?"

"Is that true?" Xining thought for a while and pointed her hand: "Then let's hang there, it's empty, there's no problem."

Even if there is no painting there, if you can hang your paintings, it means how big the face it is. Miss Wang immediately thanked.

Jing'er looked at the wall: "Minister, there are no nails there, wait for me to find someone to knock on the nails first."

"Okay, go!" Xining was careless and then asked, "Mr. Wang and others have not made things difficult for you about Coral, right?"

Miss Wang responded, saying that she was not embarrassed.

In fact, I can’t say it out even if I’m embarrassed. I can’t complain everywhere and say that my own father is unfair to me.

Xining asked again: "Then Jin Ruyi is still in your house, and she hasn't been taken away, right?"

Miss Wang lowered her head and replied respectfully: "No."

Xining shook the round fan and said, "That's it. Since it was given to you by me, you can't give it to others anymore, otherwise I will sue you for being disrespectful to me. I keep all the things you gave me, and I don't want to use them in normal times. Sometimes I take them out and look at them, thinking of you in my heart. "

The people next to him muttered in their hearts, yes, everything is kept, and silver and gold are not used less.
Chapter completed!