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The sky is a big fish, with rows of white clouds on its body and blue backgrounds.

To the south, the morning sun faintly reflected the clouds that covered it.

The birch trees on the side of Suzaku Street have lost their leaves in the morning, giving off the fresh smell of trees and the smell of farming.

As soon as Qian Xuepeng entered the debate venue of the Peony Pavilion, he heard someone calling him.

- "Brother Haochu!"

It's Li Li.

Qian Xuepeng answered, the venue was already full, and it was crowded with people, so he had to follow the sound to the back of the venue. Behind all the seats, there is a row of low bamboo stools, which are "standing", and each ticket price is three times.

"It's decided that I will issue tickets for you, you don't sit down, you don't want to buy this 'standing ticket' from me. Qian Xuepeng said without complaints.

Li Li's delicate face always has a smile, and her dark eyes are restrained and gentle.

He said, "You paid for me last time." ”

"No, no, no," Qian Xuepeng waved his hand and said: "The last debate competition was not held, and the editorial department returned all the money." ”

"Brother Tuo Hao's blessing, last time I had the honor to sit in the first row to listen to the lecture, Zimo is very grateful. ”

"Speaking of which, is that lecture interesting?" Qian Xuepeng asked curiously, he missed the last time because he was busy with something in the house.

Li Li replied: "I have benefited a lot!"

"Oops, it's a shame to miss it. ”

"Don't miss this debate tournament, go to the chief quickly, it's about to start. ”

Qian Xuepeng nodded, but walked a few steps, turned her head again, returned to Li Li's side, and asked, "Can I exchange a ticket with you?"

Li Li was puzzled: "Why?"

Qian Xuepeng pointed to the middle of the first row: "Did you see that person?"

"What's wrong?"

"That's my uncle. ”

Li Li's angle could only see the man's back: "What's wrong with him?"

Qian Xuepeng frowned, and his expression was quite disgusted: "He serves in the Ministry of Rites, and he is not a small official...... On weekdays, I like to hold a scholar's shelf in front of my juniors, and I have to test my homework at every turn. ”

There was an empty seat next to the man, presumably the seat that Qian Xuepeng had bought.

Li Li was amused by his embarrassed appearance, shook his head and said, "Although I want to watch the chief, I am reluctant to take advantage of you like this......"

"That's it," Qian Xuepeng was not annoyed: "It doesn't matter if you don't change it, you can't trust my chief ticket in exchange for a standing ticket?"

He asked a scholar next to him, "Can I exchange the chief's ticket for your standing ticket?"

Naturally, he hurriedly agreed.

Qian Xuepeng stood on the bamboo stool next to Li Li and smiled proudly.

"I can still laugh at a loss-making business, and I am quite worried about the business of Qianfu. Li Li teased him.

"No loss, no loss. Qian Xuepeng was calm: "Being able to watch the game with Li Zimo is worth the ticket price." ”

……

Over there, Yu Maocai on the podium struck the gong three times, implying the beginning of the debate.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the 1st Bianjing Xiaokan Debate Competition. This debate tournament is co-sponsored by Hanmo Studio, Valerian Embroidery Workshop, and Shang Chengxing!"

As soon as the words fell, the audience and students began to discuss.

"Didn't you say that the debate tournament held by the "Bianjing Journal"? What can there be about Hanmo Zhai and Valerian Embroidery Workshop?"

"Hanmo Zhai sells the four treasures of the study, but it makes sense, what is the matter with the monk Chengxing of the Valerian Embroidery Workshop?"

"What is a 'sponsorship'?"

"Seems to mean giving money, right?"

……

Yu Mao saw that everyone was discussing enthusiastically, so he struck the gong again.

Everyone suddenly fell silent and looked at the podium.

But I saw Shao Zhong come up to the podium from the other side of the steps, took out a roll of banners in his arms, slowly rolled it up, and showed it to everyone, with the words "Reminiscing about the world, writing about the atmospheric life", he said loudly and in a low voice: "Your literary style, your articles, all depend on your stationery." Hanmo Zhai, a time-honored brand in Bianjing, the first choice for students in Bianjing!"

The people present were all readers of the "Bianjing Bulletin", so they naturally knew that it was an advertising slogan.

Some people find it novel and interesting, while others don't like their ads for the debate tournament.

While discussing, Yu Mao struck another gong.

After everyone came back to the podium, Shao Zhong handed over the banner to his subordinates and hung it in the center of the venue, and asked Yu Maocai loudly: "This son, guess who I am?"

Everyone was confused by his question, and it was inexplicable.

Only after hearing Yu Mao did he reply loudly: "I guess, you must be a scholar who is talented and rich." ”

Shao Zhong pretended to be surprised: "Huh, how did you know?"

"I also know that you are a far-sighted, otherworldly reader. ”

"Ah, tell me, how do you see that?"

"It's very simple," Yu Maocai stretched out his hand and compared Shao Zhong's shirt: "What you are wearing is the latest product of Valerian Embroidery Workshop - Guilan Woven Silk." ”

Everyone immediately looked at Shao Zhong, dressed in a moon-white narrow robe with an ultramarine belt around his waist. He was already tall and handsome, but after carefully packing up his clothes at the moment, he looked even more gentle, just like Yu Maocai said.

Yu Maocai turned to the audience with a smile: "Guilan weaving, selected from the best silk in the south of the Yangtze River and woven by the unique method of the Valerian embroidery workshop, is the choice of elegant students." ”

"Guilan weaves silk and satin, weaving with osmanthus patterns and orchid patterns, which means extraordinary. Shao Zhong added.

This time, it was Yu Mao's turn to ask, "What does it mean?"

Shao Zhong replied to the audience: "People are as elegant as Lan, and climbing toads are laurels." ”

"The students who will choose Guilanweaving are all students with elegant style!"

Where have the audience seen such a "live" "advertisement", they are all dumbfounded.

Suddenly, Yu Mao struck the gong again.

A few people dressed as guys from the Babao Tea House walked up to the stage.

One of the tall and thin men leaned into his waist and said loudly to the other short and fat man: "Hey, Zhang San, when will you pay me back the thirty yuan you owe me?"

The short and fat man called "Zhang San" pursed his lips and said disdainfully: "Li Si! When did I owe you thirty yuan? Don't you wronged me indiscriminately!"

"Li Si" roared angrily: "Five days ago, right here, you asked me to borrow thirty yuan of money, the conscience of heaven and earth, that is my hard-earned money!

"Zhang San" rolled his eyes, gouged out his ears again, and looked like a scoundrel: "Hmph, there is no basis for your words, do you have an IOU? If you don't have an IOU, be careful that I sue you for slandering my reputation!"

Just when everyone was upset about "Li Si", Yu Maocai struck another gong.

"It's only right to pay back debts!"

When his words fell, everyone clapped their hands, and he said again: "But there is no basis for what you say, and you still need to establish words as evidence! Shang Chengxing, 'Bianjing's first tooth', the guarantee of confidence!"

Let's go to the gong again.

Fang Cai's "Zhang San" and "Li Si" have long been over. A white-haired old man came up to the podium and lay on the ground, covered with a white cloth.

Next to him, a young man dressed in linen and filial piety fell on the old man's body, crying and shouting: "Father, why did you leave your son behind!"

Suddenly, a white and chubby middle-aged man also walked up to the stage and shouted arrogantly: "Hey, hey, get out of here!"

The young man turned his head and said angrily, "Big brother, why do you still have the face to come back? Where did you go when Daddy was sick in bed?"

"You don't care where I go, in short, now that this old ghost is dead, this ancestral house and field are all mine, you get out of here!"

The middle-aged man said in a rough voice while digging his nostrils.

"Daddy has been sick for five years, and you have never taken care of him overnight, how can you still have the face to seize the farmhouse?"

"Hmph, I am the eldest son, and the field house is naturally mine. ”

"Daddy said that whoever takes care of him in his old age will belong to whoever owns this farmhouse. ”

"Do you have credentials?"

"I didn't ...... There is no ......"

At this point, Yu Mao sounded a gong in time.

"Ancestral homestead and fields, blessings and filial piety to children and grandchildren, it is justified!"

After a pause, he still made another turn: "But there is no basis for what he says, and he still needs to establish words as evidence! Shang Chengxing, 'Bianjing's first tooth', a reliable guarantee!"

……