Warlord, Get Out Of My Way

0It was close to noon, and there were times when the pheasant died, and although it could be kept fresh in the winter, the longer it lasted, the more it affected the appearance of the pheasant.    

    

Lin Zhengshan looked at his daughter's face, which was getting redder due to the cold. He smiled and said, "Keer, daddy will bring you to the restaurant to sell pheasant."    

    

Normally, a pheasant restaurant would not accept a pheasant. Because it was too little, there was no profit to be made. Even if they accepted it, the price would be very low, only 30 wen. If they sold it in a street stall, they might be able to sell it for 40 wen. However, his daughter's face had already turned red from the cold. He was not short of those few wen. His daughter was the most important, Lin Kaishan thought.    

    

The town where Lin Kaishan and Lin Miaoting lived was called Luohe Town. Because the town was surrounded by Luohe, it got its name. The Luohe Town used to have a square structure, and there were five roads intersecting each other. The Jufu Restaurant that Lin Kaishan and Lin Miaoting were going to was located at the center of the Luohe Town, and it was located at a very good location.    

    

Jufu Restaurant.    

    

Lin Miaoting looked at the plaque above the restaurant. This was the first time that Lin Miaoting had seen words since she transmigrated. Although it was different from modern Chinese characters, she could more or less guess the meaning of the words by relying on the foundation of her hard work in order to practice writing. Moreover, the shape of the words was similar to that of an ancient subordinate book.    

    

Lin Kaishan did not lead Lin Miaoting directly into the Jufu Restaurant's main entrance. Instead, he turned around and came to a small door a few meters away. The small door was half open and one could vaguely see the busy people inside.    

    

Lin Kaishan lightly said the iron ring on the door. Not long later, a slightly fat middle-aged man about 1.7 meters tall walked out to welcome them. He looked at Lin Kaishan and said to the pheasant in Lin Kaishan's hand. "Just this one?" The middle-aged man was slightly dissatisfied.    

    

"It looks quite light."    

    

"Those who dig for food in the winter are all hungry." Lin Zhengshan was a little embarrassed.    

    

"Alright! You should know the rules. Logically speaking, we're not willing to accept this one. After all, it's not easy to sell." Although the middle-aged man's tone was rather arrogant, his expression was very sincere.    

    

Lin Miaoting sneered. It was most likely an old trick to lower the price. Most hunters knew the price, and when they came to sell, they would not sell it alone. Only the farmers who came up the mountain to try their luck would sell it one by one. These restaurants would take the opportunity to lower the price. Lin Miaoting cut in her heart, but she did not show any reaction on the surface. She listened to her father and the shopkeeper discuss the price.    

    

"I know, I know. Manager, just give me the price."    

    

The shopkeeper asked someone to take the pheasant from Lin Dazhu's hand and handed it to Lin Dazhu for 35 wen. "It's not easy to celebrate the new year, so I'll give you five more." The shopkeeper of Jufu Restaurant sounded like he was giving charity to Lin Dazhu.    

    

"Manager, please wait a moment. I have something to trouble you with. I have some things to buy. It's not convenient for me to bring my daughter. Can you let her stay here for a while? Wait for me. My daughter is very obedient. "    

    

The shopkeeper looked at Lin Miaoting who was still quite obedient and nodded his head in agreement.    

    

"Alright, just wait in the yard. Today is the annual poetry contest. Jufu Restaurant is full of important people. Don't run around and bump into guests."    

    

Lin Miaoting replied with an "En," but her mind was full of thoughts about the poetry contest.    

    

Would the ancient poetry contest have some sort of prize? Could she also go in and have a competition? After all, she had received a high-level education for more than ten years. Poetry was not copied by hand.    

    

Lin Miaoting thought excitedly and did not feel that her father and the manager had left.    

    

Lin Miaoting thought beautifully but the reality pulled her back. She did not even know how to enter the competition venue and how to go. With the clothes she was wearing now, let alone fighting poetry, she would not let anyone kick her out when the time came.    

    

Luckily Lin Miaoting did not go, otherwise she would have returned in disappointment.    

    

Dong ~    

    

The sound of stones hitting the door was pleasing to Lin Miaoting's eyes. A boy in a green robe with a head lowered and wearing a silver-gray brocade robe looked like a young master of some family. From time to time, he kicked one or two stones on his feet and followed behind him was a little Si who was wearing a black cloth.    

    

"Young master, why don't we go buy two poems? If we lose this year, the old master will definitely skin you."    

    

"Where can we buy them? Didn't those self-proclaimed talents all go to the poetry contest? What's more, can those who buy it win against Li Wenchang?" That youth's tone carried a trace of slight anger.    

    

"That old man is really so. This young master doesn't like those things that are above others at all. This young master likes to be chivalrous and righteous." As the Young Master spoke, he even made a gesture with his hands like he was holding a sword.    

    

"But, the old master said that he would definitely let you win. What should I do? " If not, Young Master, you will have to kneel in the ancestral hall when you return home. " Xiao Si's face was filled with anxiety.    

    

As he spoke, the young man's somewhat resentful head was lowered. "Then what can we do? Every year, the plum blossoms would fight against each other, and the plum blossoms would soon be gone. I've never won once. "If anyone can let me win, I will reward them with two taels of silver!" The young master was in high spirits as he spoke. Lin Miaoting, who heard their conversation, was delighted.    

    

"If I help you win this poetry contest, will you really give them two taels of silver?" Lin Miaoting, who heard the conversation between the two, asked in front of the youth on the track who was full of hope.    

    

"If I help you win this poetry contest, can you really give me two taels of silver?" Lin Miaoting confirmed again.    

    

"You little peasant girl, what kind of good poem can you have? I think you don't even know your own name!" The servant behind the youth said in a rather arrogant tone, "Young Master, don't be fooled by this little girl."    

    

The young man was a little stunned. He looked at Lin Miaoting, who was wearing a patched coat, and felt a little puzzled. But when he saw Lin Miaoting's firm eyes, he inexplicably wanted to believe the little girl in front of him. "A thousand deeds cannot be unreasonable. If you can write two good poems about plum blossoms, I will give you two taels of silver." The young man's tone paused slightly.    

    

"But, it is up to me to decide whether it is good or bad."    

    

"Alright." Lin Miaoting's tone was quite firm.    

    

"But if you want me to tell you to write, I don't have paper or ink." Lin Miaoting said and pointed at the book bag that Little Si carried behind the young man.    

    

The servant called Qian Xing was very unhappy, but he could not do anything about it. He took out ink, paper, and ink from the book bag that he was carrying and handed them to his master. Then, he bent down and signaled his master to write on his back.    

    

"Please speak." The young man picked up the brush and made an inviting gesture.    

    

Lin Miaoting looked at the scene in front of her and thought, This young man is not bad. This servant is a good servant. "    

    

"Listen." After that, Lin Miaoting said Wang Anshi's Song Mei. The young man kept repeating it as he wrote. The more the young man read, the more excited he became.    

    

"There are a few plum blossoms in the corner. Lin Han drove them alone. The only thing he knew was that it was not snow. He could only smell the fragrance. "Good poem! Good poem! Good poem! The girl's poem had won countless times in the world! With this poem, I will definitely be the champion this year! "