Chapter 13: Neighboring country scumbags go away! ...

Chapter 13: Neighboring country scumbags go away! ...

    In the beginning, Lin Miaomiao's Poetry Club was only a temporary set up by a group of like-minded boudoir ladies. Even the name was because there was a spring nearby that day, so the Poetry Club was named "Tingquan" Poetry Society", very casual.

    Lin Zhenzhen, who thought the word "Listening Spring" had a special meaning: "...If you didn't hear the sound of the spring, but saw snow, would the name of the Poetry Club change? Become Xuejian Poetry Society?"

    "Of course," Lin Miaomiao nodded, "Xuejian sounds good too, but unfortunately it didn't snow that day."

    It can be seen that Lin Miaomiao and the others maintain a dispensable attitude towards this poetry club. After Mu Wenqing participated, the Tingquan Poetry Club changed from the original afternoon tea party. The form has changed, and there have been more serious activities.

      Hearing it at the door, only then did Lin Zhen Zhen's first words come out.

    "How big a place do we want?" Lin Zhenzhen found a place to sit down, and without blinking her eyes, casually reported the most prosperous areas in the capital, "You can choose."

    In the world, only Princess Zhaoyang has such confidence to stand on the land of the capital and say whatever you choose.

    Others: lemon fruit on the lemon tree, you and me under the lemon tree.

    Being amused by other people's exaggerated expressions, Lin Zhenzhen patted the table to make everyone pay attention to her image, and said with a smile: "Otherwise, we will open a big bookstore directly, and the upstairs will serve as our gathering place. We can also sell the poetry collections of our Poetry Society downstairs.”

    "Poems?" Lin Miaomiao was surprised, "Where did our poetry club get so many poems?"

    "Sooner or later," Seeing Lin Miaomiao and the others still hesitant, Lin Zhenzhen cleared her throat, "I heard that Lanyue Poetry Society will also open a bookstore to sell their books. poetry…"

    When they heard the name of Lanyue Poetry Society, everyone swallowed all their objections, clenched their fists with both hands, and their eyes were burning with fighting spirit, "Open!"

    Not only do they have to drive, they have to drive better than Lanyue Poetry Club, and they have to be famous!

    Mu Wenqing looked at the little friends who were suddenly energetic and discussed various matters of opening the bookstore, sat beside him with a confused look, and said... What happened, why did everyone suddenly become So motivated?

    "Wenqing, don't you know the contradiction between our Tingquan Poetry Club and Lanyue Poetry Club?"

    Lin Zhenzhen sat next to her, smilingly watching Lin Miaomiao and the others discussing hotly, and explained to Mu Wenqing the "little old grudge" between them and Lanyue Poetry Club.

    "Miaomiao is my cousin, they represent honor and honor, and most of the members of Lanyue Poetry Society are born in aristocratic families," Lin Zhenzhen took a sip of tea, "there is a natural relationship between us. It's the opposite."

    A country may perish because of the incompetence of those in power, but those aristocratic clans are entrenched in a territory, inherited for hundreds of years or even thousands of years, and have accumulated a thick heritage, which seems to belong to the Lin clan The royal family, but they despise the grass-roots Lin family.

    In the court hall, the noble clansmen who rose up by the Lin family and the officials born in the family were naturally divided into two camps, secretly competing, and their children were naturally the same.

    Hearing this, Mu Wenqing also wanted to do something for the Poetry Society, and after thinking about it, he said to Lin Zhenzhen, "I may not be able to help in other places, but when I go back, I will Take out all my previous poems and revise them to see if there is any use."

    The news that Tingquan Poetry Society was going to build a bookstore spread to Lanyue Poetry Society.

    After the people of Lanyue Poetry Club knew about it, they didn't take Tingquan Poetry Club to heart. The quality of their poems is obvious to all, and Tingquan Poetry Club can only read by a wooden Wenqing. What can I do?

    The people of Lanyue Poetry Club did not regard Tingquan Yashe opened by Tingquan Poetry Club as their opponent until...the shop opposite started to be decorated.

    The whole three-storey building is full, and the shop of Lanyue Poetry Society has become dwarfed in front of it.

    The people of Lanyue Poetry Club comforted themselves in their hearts, no matter how well decorated the opposite is, as long as those books are published, they won't worry about no one coming. In the end, they will win.

    After more than a month, the bookstores opened by the two poetry clubs officially opened. Compared with the Lanyue Poetry Club, which ended with just a firecracker, the movement made by the Quanya Club is not small. , In addition to inviting the dragon and lion dance team to perform outside the store, he also invited the most famous storyteller in Beijing to let everyone drink tea and listen to books for free. The second floor is where you can buy books.

    "It's all right, we've already contacted Wang Meng, Qian Fu and the others." Someone reported a few well-known talents whose poetry collections sold well, "They are all willing to leave the next book to Our bookstore, our bookstore's business is definitely better than the opposite."

    The next second, someone saw Wang Meng walking towards the opposite side in a long gown, followed by Qian Fu and others.

    Lan Yue Poetry Club: "???"

    "Mr. Qian, why are you here? Are you going to listen to Quan Yage?"

    "Lilac girl, why are you here?" Qian Fu, who was caught, smiled shyly, and said with a guilty conscience, "I...I just came to see, come and see."

    This is, a young servant ran out of Tingquan Accord and anxiously took Qian Fu's hand, "Mr. Qian, you are finally here, everyone is waiting for you."

     Qian Fu avoided Lilac's sight and walked inside.

    It's not our fault, it's because the people from Tingquan Poetry Society have given too much!

    Compared with those talented people who don’t give in for five buckets of rice, people like Qian Fu who rely on poetry or writing books, naturally have to eat to support their families, and listen to the Spring Poetry Society. After smashing it down, there will naturally be a lot of new books on the bookshelf with the scent of ink.

    This three-story attic was bought by the people of Tingquan Poetry Society with money and contributions. Guests choose, the third floor is not open to the public, and the place where the poetry club gathers.

    Lin Miaomiao and the others were sitting in the room on the third floor, happily watching the crowd gathered downstairs, and the coldness of the Lanyue Poetry Club opposite, the whole person was like a dog day I drank a bowl of chilled mung bean soup, and it was refreshing.

    Sometimes, girls' happiness is so childish and simple.

    Speaking of which, Princess Zhaoyang can be said to have contributed to the smooth opening of the Quan Ya She. On the auspicious day of the gate, why hasn't His Highness come yet?

    Faced with the inquiry, Lin Miaomiao, who knew the reason, explained: "When Zhaoyang didn't go to see the print edition with us last time, didn't Zhaoyang argue with the Ministry of Industry for a long time? Today, Zhaoyang Yang was also called over by His Majesty."

    "Your Highness should be fine."

     

    Emperor Ming Yao called Lin Zhenzhen over at once, of course, not to criticize his daughter, but to praise Lin Zhenzhen, even the Ministry of Works, who originally blew beard and stared at Lin Zhenzhen Shang Shu, when I saw Lin Zhen Zhen today, I felt extra cute.

    As soon as she saw Lin Zhenzhen coming in, the Minister of Industry couldn't wait to speak, "His Royal Highness, how did you come up with the idea of ​​separating a whole block of woodblock printing?"

    Lin Zhenzhen looked inexplicable, "It's not obvious at a glance, it's so troublesome to engrave it all on one plate."

    The Minister of Industry choked, he thought about all kinds of possibilities last night, and Princess Zhaoyang actually gave this simple and unpretentious reason.

    "Then...then your Highness proposed to use clay as a seal?"

    "You can paint and engrave textures on bricks and tiles, but why can't you use them to make prints?" Lin Zhenzhen said in surprise, "If you don't try it, there are so many more. materials, how do you know if it will work?"

    Ministry of Industry: “…”

    "No way, you can't even think of this?"

    The Minister of the Ministry of Industry was blushing, they really did not expect that they were still the Ministry of Industry, but their brains were rigid and did not know how to be flexible, even a little girl like Princess Zhaoyang.

    Emperor Ming Yao sat on the dragon chair, looked at Zhaoyang and the Minister of Industry with a smile, and waited for a while before speaking, "Aiqing, do you have any questions?"

     

    The minister of the Ministry of Industry, who is usually not used to his sudden appearance, Lin Zhenzhen was still not used to it, so she waved her hand, "I just said a few words casually, don't say it like that."

    The Minister of Works got the answer, and he still remembered the affairs of the Ministry of Works, so he resigned and left, leaving Lin Zhenzhen and his daughter in the imperial study.

    Lin Zhenzhen performed well this time, the father and daughter went to the dining place, Ming Yaodi said, "Zhaoyang has helped the Ministry of Industry a lot this time, but what kind of awards do you want? "

    Lin Zhenzhen was of course welcome, she opened her mouth and reported a series of things.

     "Okay, the emperor asked Li Quan to send it to you."

      Couldn't see his face clearly.

    "Zhaoyang, you still remember that when you were seven years old, your father secretly took you to Yimei Garden to play in the snow. Jump, I didn't expect you to grow up so quickly, become so smart, it's not like a child at all."

    "How can I be stupid when I was young, Father, you talk nonsense," Lin Zhenzhen stopped, turned her head and complained to Emperor Mingyao, "Father, you are old, let's go It's not Yimeiyuan, but Qinmeiyuan, how can you remember it wrong? Father, you don't care about me at all."

    Being said to be old, Mingyao Emperor not only didn't get angry, but smiled again, begging for mercy, "Okay, it's all the fault of the father, Zhen Zhen, don't be angry with the father."

    After having a lunch, Lin Zhenzhen took a walk to digest food and returned to the Weiyang Palace, took a nap to drive the palace servants out, lay down on the bed, and smiled: "Emperor Ming Yao just now testing me."

    The unresponsive 521: "Huh? No... no way."

    "From the time I came to this world, the people in this small world will gradually get out of control from the script made up by your Lord God." When Lin Zhenzhen mentioned the Lord God, she showed contempt on her face , "Do you think this is still the mentally retarded script arranged by the mentally retarded Lord God?"

    "Emperor Ming Yao is a father who loves his children, but he is also an emperor."

    Listening to Lin Zhenzhen's words, 521 was a little flustered, "Then what should we do?"

    "It's up to you, of course, the more interesting things are, the more fun." Lin Zhenzhen covered the quilt and closed her eyes, "System, quickly open the half of the information I saw yesterday. ."

    This is the new use of 521 that Lin Zhenzhen recently discovered. Through 521, she can see a lot of high technology and knowledge that does not belong to ancient times, which makes her curious about the modern technology plane.

    521 looked at the master who was lingering on various weapon information, shivering, afraid that one day Lin Zhenzhen took out a weapon and slammed the male protagonist.