After being widowed, I pampered the rough man general by farming

"Mr. Qin, I've finished wearing the mushrooms. Is the gamble still worth it? If you don't, I'll stop."

It took Zhu Jiangjiang almost a week to finish picking the mushrooms in the fruit tree seedling field.

Pei Xiaoyu and the others helped pick more than half of them in two days, and she used her free time to pick the rest, and then dressed them up and hung them upstairs to dry.

On the second floor of Pei's house at this moment, strings of mushrooms are hanging from the railing of the upstairs balcony, like pearl curtains, densely covering the entire wall of the second floor.

Picking mushrooms is an unexpected joy, but now I have forgotten it. The restaurant is under construction, the shrimp pond is still growing, and the watermelon field has not yet been harvested.

Zhu Jiangjiang finally has some time of his own.

The bet with Qin Feng before the Chinese New Year was supposed to be compared in March, but now it's early May, Qin Feng probably doesn't want to compare.

It's better not to compare, anyway, it was just a joke.

Qin Feng really doesn't want to compare, but the Wu family father and son don't allow it.

"Compare! Why not compare, I have been waiting for you!" Before Qin Feng could speak, Wu Jin spoke first.

Zhu Jiangjiang almost forgot that the father and son of the Wu family were still there.

"Then this weekend, in school?" She looked at Wu Jin and asked.

Wu Jin nodded and waved his hand, "OK!"

Zhu Jiangjiang left Jinqiu Pavilion with a wrinkled face. It was very strange why Wu Jin was so excited just now. Aren't they just a small competition?

Find a random classroom, or even a random table, chair and bench, and she and Qin Feng sit face to face, playing back and forth for a small game.

They just take a look, why are you as excited as if it's a grand competition?

Zhu Jiangjiang doesn't understand.

She went back to the study on the second floor, and wrote the titles of a few songs casually for the possible themes of the competition, as preparation for the competition.

Zhu Jiangjiang didn't feel something was wrong until she went out the next day and every villager she met on the road told her "I want to win the antiphonal song".

"Song?"

Zhu Jiangjiang looked puzzled at the backs of the villagers who passed by her.

What antiphonal song?Who wants to sing to each other?

Her doubts were not solved until she went to school.

There is a long red carpet in front of the school, and a group of people are building a ring on the playground. What the hell is this? !

The students in the classroom were afraid that they didn't know what was going on, so they poked their heads out one after another to see, no matter what Zhu Qingran and Mingyao tried to persuade them, they couldn't persuade them.

"Little lady!"

Mingyao saw Zhu Jiangjiang passing by the classroom, she ran out quickly, and said to her in such a dissatisfied tone for the first time: "What's going on, don't you know that the children are in class now? No matter how important you are, Can't wait another two days?!"

Zhu Jiangjiang was blamed inexplicably, and she expressed that she was very wronged, "Mr. Ming, can you let me ask it clearly before we talk about it?"

"It wasn't your idea?" Ming Yao was stunned.

Did she blame Zhu Jiangjiang by mistake?

Zhu Jiangjiang shrugged, and the two walked towards the playground together, found someone who looked like a conductor and asked, "Brother, what are you doing? Who told you to come?"

These people are not from the Zhou brothers, and she has never seen any of them.

The person who was asked was very polite and respectful, "Returning to the girl, this matter was arranged by the county magistrate Mr. Zhou, and we are just following orders."

"Zhou Liang?"

What's the matter with him? !

Zhu Jiangjiang was completely dumbfounded. She borrowed the school horse, got on the horse and went to the city. She was going to ask Zhou Liang for clarification.

If he needs a venue for something, he should at least tell her. It's shameful to move the venue to her school in such a silent way!

and many more!

What happened to the notice at the gate of the yamen?

Zhu Jiangjiang rode all the way to the gate of the yamen, and when he got off his horse and was about to enter, he inadvertently glanced at the bulletin board at the gate of the yamen.

Because it had her name on it, she took another look.

I don’t know, I’m scared.

It clearly stated that in the school of Xiaohuang Village in the future, there will be a competition for both refined and popular tastes. The literati led by the son of the capital's Taifu will face Zhu Jiangjiang, the tea seller of Xiaohuang Village.

"The collision of elegance and folk customs, the contest between articles and folk songs, whoever loses and who wins, I look forward to it..."

Zhu Jiangjiang looked at the notice that filled the entire bulletin board, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching. Behind him, there was a group of good people placing bets.

From that point of view, she seemed to have no chance of winning.

"..."

"Zhou Liang, what does the bulletin board outside mean? Who told you to do that!"

Zhu Jiangjiang rushed into the yamen, and questioned Zhou Liang, who was busy with his head bowed.

Zhou Liang was taken aback by her, but when he heard that she was here for the bulletin board outside, he could only helplessly smile, "Little lady, I'm afraid you have to ask the person who lives in Jinqiu Pavilion about this."

He also received an order from above all of a sudden, so he hurriedly started preparations this morning, and he didn't even have time to drink his saliva until now.

"Do you mean Wu Jin or Wu Jinping?"

"Little lady, don't call the holy name directly!" Zhou Liang was almost paralyzed by her fear, she was too bold.

Whether it's the current emperor or the abdicated emperor, you can't call him by his first name. If someone with a heart hears it, they will lose their heads.

"Forget it, I'll go back and ask them myself!"

Zhu Jiangjiang was really running back and forth today, he didn't even have time to take a breather, he was either on the horse or on the road.

After returning, the two masters of Jinqiu Pavilion were still drinking tea leisurely at her house, which made her even angrier.

"You two, the arena in the school is your idea, right? Why?"

Zhu Jiangjiang rushed into the yard and asked directly. After speaking, he poured himself a cup of tea and drank it with his head up.

"what why?"

Wu Jin was more innocent than her, "Since it's a competition, there must be a ring, an audience, and winners and losers. Didn't I do it right?"

What he said was right, Zhu Jiangjiang was speechless for a while.

"I thought that this competition would be enough for me and Mr. Qin to sit down and chat casually like a chat, and let the whole city know about you!"

"So what if the whole city knows it? In the capital, no matter how small a poem is, who doesn't want the whole city to know it? If you win, you will become famous in one fell swoop, isn't it good?"

Wu Jin still didn't understand where Zhu Jiangjiang was angry.

If it was in the past, all the big and small competitions in the capital would try their best to spread the news to his ears, want him to know, and let everyone in the city know.

Doesn't Zhu Jiangjiang want to be known by the world?

"...Okay! I'm being careless this time, so I'll do it!" Zhu Jiangjiang endured.

Could it be that they were so excited yesterday? It turned out that in their eyes, this matter was so important. No wonder Qin Feng is not here today. He is probably busy preparing for the battle.

That being the case, "you can settle your dinner tonight, I'm going upstairs to get ready, don't call me if you have nothing to do, don't call me if you have anything to do!"

Zhu Jiangjiang left the two of them and went upstairs again, perfecting the catalog prepared yesterday, and writing out the words, just in case.