Chapter 393 A styled poetry meeting?

Most of the people in the Wei Jiliang Poetry Club were either rich or noble. Wen Mianmian thought about the place where they gathered should be in an elegant garden. No matter how bad it was, they should have a teahouse. As a result, they took half an hour to go, and they became more and more deviant, and finally left the city gate.

Yes, the air outside the city is better, and I am used to seeing the artificially carved scenery. It is also good to see the flowers and plants growing freely outside.

Well, it is indeed a poetry gathering of style.

The carriage kept walking, and there was no intention of stopping. He opened the curtains and looked at Wei Jiliang riding a horse, "Is your party in a villa in the suburbs?"

Wei Jiliang said: "Every party we have is arranged by different people. Teahouses, restaurants and gardens are possible everywhere. This time it was Brother Kang Qian, who is a juren, has a poor family, is open-minded and not pedantic. Although his identity and background are almost done, he is quite popular."

"Yesterday he said he had found a place with a wide sky and a vast sea, with a wide view and a very wild interest."

Wen Mianmian blinked, and the first thing that came to her mind was the farmhouse, which was very matchful.

After walking for about a stick of incense, the carriage drove into the village without any surprise. Wen Mianmian opened the curtain. Well, the water town in Jiangnan, the lotus leaves and fields are indeed high and the sea is wide.

Looking sideways, there were several carriages parked not far away, and it seemed that they had arrived at the location.

After a while, I got out of the car and saw that it was a very clear orchard. The yard was large and there were several thatched huts inside. At this time, several people had already sat down, talking and laughing at something.

"Brother Ji Liang, why did you come?"

A man in a blue robe smiled and walked over, "We have been waiting for a long time."

Looking at Wen Mianmian and Fu Li, "What are these two?"

Fu Li is dressed in a literati and student today. Wen Mianmian looks like a girl from a wealthy family, so no one can recognize her.

Wei Jiliang introduced, "This is my distant cousin, and I'm here to join in the fun today."

He said to the two again: "This is the person in charge of today's poetry meeting, Brother Kang Qian."

After seeing the li, several people followed him into the door. The peaches on the peach trees in the yard were already red, and they looked good, and the figs were also opened.

There was a flat mud floor in front of the thatched hut, with a square table on it, and there were fruits and snacks on it. People in cloth clothes or silk and satin all sat on long benches and talked as usual. When they saw Wei Jiliang bringing the two of them, they were a little curious.

When they learned that the two of them were just here to join in the fun, they started talking about the newspapers that were recently lively in the city.

"No matter whether the newspapers think about making money or seeking welfare for the people, I agree very much. People who open their doors to do business, so it is natural to make money."

"Just talk about that paper. We know how much it costs. People only sell a piece of paper, but buying half a piece of paper is not enough. Moreover, printing is even more costly. It is even more costly to find a way to make a profit."

The person who said this was Wu Mutian, who had a bamboo-green silk robe, was very handsome. Wen Mianmian thought she was saying it very well.

Another man in brocade spoke, "In my opinion, the best way to do this newspaper should be controlled by the court, so that he can report more big and small matters to the court, rather than just half of them, and the remaining half to report trivial matters, which is somewhat inferior and kitsch."

Someone must have different opinions, "If the court comes to control it, I am afraid that the reporting will not be so real. The one who controls the newspaper is the prince of the current dynasty. This prince is not walking in the morning, nor is he afraid of offending anyone. Then the reports must be true, without modification, I think this is good."

The few people were talking lively, they didn't win or were angry. Several people came one after another, and they soon participated in the discussion in the newspaper office.

Wen Mianmian and Fu Li first went to visit the fruit yard, and then sat aside to listen to the fun, but everyone didn't keep talking about the newspaper. Soon they talked about the courtesan competition, and then the beauty picture. Finally, the topic changed and the good things tasting meeting of Dongshu, and finally talked about one of the people's houses.

Wen Mianmian could see that, under the guise of poetry clubs, chatting casually, and talking wherever you think, there is no way to find any structure.

When the sun was high, everyone moved to the lotus pond to fish again, picked vegetables in the field, and the arrangement of lunch in the yard today was: they would eat whatever they could get.

It's just such a place with high sky and vast sky, the wind blows the fields, lotus leaves and fields, and pink lotus flowers have already emerged. The wild flowers growing freely on both sides of the path by the pond are full of wild flowers growing freely.

Kangqian did not lie, it was a good place.

Wen Mianmian squatted against a huge lotus leaf on her head and fished on the lotus pond. She was an outsider for fishing, but she was very patient. When the fish got hooked, she threw the fishing rod directly. A crucian carp, which was three fingers, fell into the grass on the side of the road and struggled, which made her laugh happily.

"Let's have some crucian carp soup for lunch today?"

Fu Li smiled and said, "You just caught two and thought about crucian carp soup. Let's talk about fishing for a few more."

Wen Mianmianhuan continued to throw out the fishing rod happily and squatted down again.

Not far away, there was also a fishing person sitting, dressed up by a student, and the son of an official in a certain place in Jiangnan could not help but glance at her. Wei Jiliang sat down next to him, "Don't look, look in vain."

The man was named Tang Qin and asked with red ears, "Brother Ji Liang, your cousin has been married?"

Wei Jiliang's cousin is naturally not bad, not to mention that he is so well-behaved and charming, with his eyes that are clever and gentle.

Wei Jiliang broke his fantasy without any concealment, "He has married."

Married?

How old is that?

Tang Qin couldn't help but turn his head and glanced again, feeling regretful in his heart, "You are a beauty, why are you lucky enough to make people!"

"Brother Ji Liang, you didn't lie to me, are you? Is the person next to her married?"

Wei Jiliang wanted to kick him into the pond, "No, don't mess with each other."

Perhaps the two of them had a little louder voice, Wen Mianmian turned her head and smiled politely at Tang Qin.

Wei Jiliang secretly said that he was wronged, "Why do you do a stinky girl just laugh at others and commits evil?"

The lunch meal was a good one, because Wen Mianmian was a woman, and she enjoyed the treatment. She was alone in the table, and Fu Li and Wei Jiliang couldn't stand it and went to accompany her to have a meal.

In the afternoon, everyone chatted for a while, and after eating the fruit, they made an appointment to leave first.

It was still early after returning to the city. Wen Mianmian asked Wei Jiliang to talk about it. Kang Qian and Wu Mutian.

"Brother Ji Liang, is this Xiaomuyuan? Can we enter?"

Who doesn't know that the prince from Kyoto lives here, Kang Qian and Wu Mutian are a little nervous.
Chapter completed!