Before the poetry meeting began, the box of fruit candy in Li Xiucai's hand became the focus of everyone's eyes.

Many of the people here are well-known in the city.

Looking at this box of fruit candy that I had never seen before, I couldn't help but feel ready.

"Zhao Ce, can you sell this fruit candy in your house?"

"I'm willing to pay five taels of silver, why don't you sell me a box?"

A young man in gorgeous clothes squeezed to Zhao Ce and said enthusiastically.

"Five taels?"

This price makes people shocked.

The other people who were already a little ready to move couldn't help but watch it.

Zhao Ce smiled and said, "I'm going to hide it from everyone, this fruit candy is not available for sale now."

"I'm going to open a candy shop in the city, and there will be white sugar and other types of candy sold."

"If you are interested, you can go and have a look."

"However, if the county master and all scholars also like it, I can also ask you to go home and ask if there are many people you can bring here."

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

He is here to give gifts and favors today. Even if others give them high prices, he will not sell them.

After hearing this, the scholars present all looked slightly calmer.

A scholar said with relief: "Li Xiucai, you are really good as a student!"

Li Xiucai also gave face to support: "My vision has always been good!"

The people next to him couldn't help but cough.

Seeing that everyone was interested, Zhao Ce said, "Then let the student go home and ask."

"I have a relative who lives in the city. He brought a lot of them out before and said he wanted to give gifts today."

"I'll ask him to send it here."

After Zhao Ce finished speaking, he walked out of the gate.

But, of course, he wasn't calling someone.

All the things Zhao Ce brought himself were in his bookcase.

Wu Xueli helped to watch the bookcase.

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

After Zhao Ce came in, many people surrounded him and asked when the candy would be sold.

Zhao Ce smiled and said that it was probably soon and he would notify him in the city.

This originally elegant poetry meeting suddenly became chaotic.

The Masters surrounded Li Xiucai and studied the candy.

Most of the students surrounded Zhao Ce and asked about fruit candy and white sugar.

Some people couldn't squeeze in, so I asked Zhao Ce's two classmates.

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

Liu Xiucai looked at the four people surrounded by everyone and sat back to his seat with some angriness.

"Hmph, this poetry meeting is a place where poetry is written in Mid-Autumn Festival and is elegant."

"But it became such a mess, and it became an unknown business place!"

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

Zhao Ce is promoting his upcoming store in disguise!

Liu Xiucai's words cooled down everyone's enthusiasm.

Without waiting for Zhao Ce to answer, Li Xiucai said slowly: "What does it matter if you make your poems and I eat my candy?"

Liu Xiucai snorted coldly.

"Mr. County Master, this Li Xiucai himself is rude, but the students he brought out are the same."

"What did they make this good poetry meeting?"

"If you don't write poetry, what will you do when you come to poetry?"

Seeing Liu Xiucai's sarcastic aura, Li Xiucai also put away his hippie smile.

He said coldly: "What is etiquette?"

"You and I are both scholars. Are I going to give you a great gift?"

"Besides, my student is not the turn of others to say anything!"

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

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

County Magistrate Zhang there spoke directly to smooth things over.

"Since that's the case, it's getting late, so the poetry meeting will officially begin."

County Magistrate Zhang has already spoken, so it is natural that others can't say anything else.

Zhao Ce said to Li Xiucai apologized: "It's causing trouble for the sir."

He originally wanted to promote it casually, after all, the highlight was still behind.

But he didn't expect that the sensation caused by this fruit candy would be even more powerful than he expected.

Li Xiucai said disapprovingly: "What trouble is this?"

"You can write this poem if you want to, and it's okay if you don't want to."

"With me here, they can only talk."

Seeing that he looked indifferent, Zhao Ce smiled unconsciously.

The time I spent with Li Xiucai was really good.

This person always acts casually and never acts like a scholar in daily life.

When teaching knowledge, he is extremely serious.

In short, Zhao Ce still respects this Master very much.

Zhao Ce smiled and said, "Since I am a student of the Master, I come to attend the poetry meeting, so I naturally have to bring glory to Master."

"This poem is of course to be written."

Li Xiucai was interested in "Oh?".

Zhao Ce bowed to him and returned to the position he should be.

soon.

The sound of gongs sounded, and everyone became quiet.

As the host, Xu Zhubu stood in the middle of the platform, cleared his throat, and said to everyone below:

"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. After the county master said it, he wrote a Mid-Autumn Festival poem with the moon as the title."

"Writing poems for a stick of incense and then the best poems that are evaluated by the students can get the prize for this poetry meeting."

It was already dark.

Lights were lit inside and outside the building.

This poetry meeting was conducted by Confucian scholars who wanted to attend the festival and the students were to evaluate it.

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

Therefore, many students who were prepared for a long time temporarily took back their minds from the fresh fruit candy, with a look of eagerness on their faces.

Those who were going to participate raised their hands and asked the guy to come over with paper and pen.

When everyone was ready, the incense of the timed seal script was lit, which indicates that the poetry meeting was about to officially begin.

All those who participated began to bow their heads and think hard.

Some people who were prepared were prepared in advance, so they picked up the pen and wrote down the content they had prepared.

Zhao Ce also thought seriously.

The original owner had never attended this poetry meeting before.

After all, the people who come to participate are basically designated by the Master and have a certain degree of skill.

However, all the participants were Confucian scholars.

The poems you write are not so good, you just need to compare other Confucian scholars.

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

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

"There are very few poems from the Ming and Qing dynasties."

"Isn't this a difficult task for me to copy the article?"

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