"The little woman's surname is..."

The girl in green obviously lacks experience and wants to answer Zhao Rong's question without thinking. Unexpectedly, she had just started to say something, and a man's voice came from behind, saying, "Little sister, don't say it."

The girl in green subconsciously shut up. The handsome scholar and Huang Ji walked up to him. First, he looked at Zhao Rong with disdain, and then said, "Young Master, your cliché is too superficial, right? You obviously want to inquire about my sister's name and address, but you just got a little lady named Zhang who looks exactly like my sister. Isn't it?"

"Shimei, people's hearts are separated from their belly, don't talk to strangers." Huang Jio also said to the girl in green: "Shimei, you don't think about it. You are not twins. How could there be someone who looks exactly the same in this world?"

The girl in green shut up helplessly, and the handsome scholar stepped forward and pulled her away from Zhao Rong. Huang Jiu also looked at Zhao Rong with disdain, then shook her sleeves and followed the brother and sister. Then it was still a coincidence that at this time, the antique shop owner had already brought out a copybook, and the brother and sister, Huang Ji and others immediately focused all their attention on the copybook that was claimed to be Zhang Xu's cursive script, and no one looked at Zhao Rong more again.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong, who failed to catch up, was of course very embarrassed, but there was no choice but to lead Zhao Xiaoyi away from the antique shop in shame. However, Zhao Rong refused to give up and led Zhao Xiaoyi to guard the distance outside the door, intending to wait for the group of scholars to leave before going in to inquire about the information.

After waiting patiently for nearly half an hour, the scholars surrounded the girl in green and left the antique shop. During this period, Huang Jiao was very attentive to lift the curtain in front of the girl in green and let Zhao Rong know at a glance that he was also unhappy with the girl in green. Then Zhao Rong did not hesitate anymore, and after the group of scholars walked away, Zhao Rong immediately led Zhao Xiaoyi back to the antique shop.

The next thing was very simple. After meeting the antique shop owner, Zhao Rong took out a consistently denominational jackpot, stuffed it into the boss's hand, and smiled and said, "Shopkeeper, please ask three questions. First, who is the young lady in green clothes just now, whose surname is? Second, where is her family living? Third, has she been engaged?"

After looking at Zhao Rong, then at the jackpot that Zhao Rong stuffed into his hand. The boss immediately smiled and said with a smile: "Young master, the old man can answer all the three questions you asked. But the old man has to advise you, it is better to have too much hope. Even if you find out her name and address and invite a matchmaker to come and propose marriage, it will definitely be difficult to succeed."

"Why?" Zhao Rong asked curiously.

"Young Master, please say frankly that the young lady's house may be difficult to look down on you." The boss lowered his voice a little and said, "The young lady's house is too big. She will definitely not look down on ordinary white-haired families and ordinary scholars."

"Is it really too big? How big is it?" Zhao Rong became even more curious when he heard this.

"Have you heard of the famous famous Mi Fu and Mi Nangong, young master?" The boss asked without answering.

"Mi Fu?" Zhao Rong had really heard of this name, and was shocked and asked, "Who is the family of Mi Fu, a great calligrapher of this dynasty?"

"Changmen granddaughter." The boss finally revealed the identity of the girl in green and said, "Mi's surname is Mi Ning, he is 17 years old this year. His family lives in Yunkai Street, west of the city, and has not yet been married. As for the reason, it is very simple. The Mi family has been a scholar for generations, and Mi Nangong has served as an official position in this dynasty many times. He is above the top and looks down on ordinary families at all. Therefore, although the people who have proposed marriages in recent years have almost broken the threshold of the Mi family, including the son of our prefect of Zhenjiang, the Mi family refused to agree."

Zhao Rong scratched his head because Zhao Rong knew very well that although his family was rich, it was indeed more than a little bit worse than a family of officials and scholars like the Mi Fu family. So even if he really asked a matchmaker to come and propose marriage, the Mi family would almost never agree.

Perhaps it was for the usual face value of the antique shop owner, and the antique shop owner added a sentence by mistake and said, "Of course, if you are really full of poetry and talented, you really want to marry the little lady of the Mi family. Then, three days later, you may have a chance."

"What opportunity?" Zhao Rong asked quickly.

"Young Master, haven't you heard about the Zhonglengquan Literary Society?" The boss asked strangely and said, "Three days later, on the fifth day of the fourth lunar month, Mi Youren, the father of the little lady Mi, took the lead and held a large-scale literary society next to Zhonglengquan at the foot of Jinshan, our famous destination in Runzhou. Let our Shilin students in Runzhou compete in poetry and calligraphy, and also select the best poems to compile and publish, and spread them to future generations."

Speaking of this, the boss paused a little and said, "Mi Youren, the father of the little lady Mi, is known as Xiaomi, also known as Mr. Yuanhui. He is also a well-known calligrapher, painter and poet in the world. He also likes young people who are good at poetry and calligraphy the most. If you have this ability, you can write a few poems that can be passed down through the ages at that conference, and then show off some popularity in calligraphy and win Mr. Yuanhui's favor, and maybe you have the hope of becoming his son-in-law to ride the dragon."

"This is an opportunity." Zhao Rong was very moved when he heard this, but he still scratched his head a little and said to himself: "Poetry is easy to deal with, but what to do with calligraphy? I have never practiced calligraphy before. How can I see the calligraphy I wrote?"

Before the matter was over, thanked the antique shop owner and said goodbye, Zhao Rong, who was worried, no longer interested in shopping. He led Zhao Xiaoyi, who had been yawning for a long time, to eat something casually in the restaurant. According to the agreement with his cheap father, he left the South Gate of Runzhou before Shenshi and came to the dock to take a boat home.

During this period, another small accident occurred. When Zhao Rong hired the ship to set off, a passenger ship from the east also came to the dock. He was extremely unceremonious and leaned on the dock to prepare to get off the boat, which just blocked Zhao Rong's way out of the dock. When the boatman hired by Zhao Rong saw that he was not happy, he argued with the boatman of the passenger ship and asked the passenger ship to leave the dock first and then stop, so that his boat would leave the dock first and then stop.

During the dispute, a white-haired old man with long beards and long beards walked out of the cabin of the passenger ship. After asking about the situation, he took the initiative to say: "We are the ones who came later, let us make the way out and let them go first."

Seeing that the white-haired old man was old and at least 60 or 70 years old, and his words were so reasonable, Zhao Rong, who was also watching the fun on the deck, took the initiative to give in and said, "Old sir, you are old, you should get off the boat first and then I will leave."

"What should I do?" the old man with white hair smiled and said, "It was my boat that blocked your way later. How could he let me get off the boat?"

"It's okay, it's still early, I'm not in a hurry." Zhao Rong said: "Old sir, you get off the boat first, and I'll leave after you get off the boat."

Seeing Zhao Rong insisting, the old man with white hair stopped giving in. He smiled and said thanking him, then asked his servant to carry his luggage ashore, then got off the boat and let the boat hired by Zhao Rong leave the dock. Before leaving, he bowed to Zhao Rong to express his gratitude.
Chapter completed!