After this little episode passed, everyone became acquainted.

Lu Yingfeng made all the female disciples tremble with his witty words and profound knowledge, and Lou Tingyu cultivated as the highest and strongest strength, and he was also full of economy, so he could naturally quickly integrate into it.

Only the big white fat man and Feng Xiaohan, two uninformed people, sat together, eating nonsense, and raised their heads from time to time to listen to what they were laughing at.

The white fat man's afterglow has been looking at Feng Xiaoxiao's delicate figure, and there is always a smile on the corner of his mouth, but whenever he sees Feng Xiaoxiao laughing when he listens to Lu Yingfeng's jokes, or looks at Lou listening to the rain with a look of adoration, there will always be a strange feeling in his heart.

Feng Xiaohan raised his head, sniffed something seriously with the tip of his nose, and said, "It's obviously a teahouse, where did you get such a big vinegar smell?"

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When the full moon rises in the east and the sun sets, the autumn chrysanthemum meeting will begin.

At this moment, half of the moon and stars in the sky are scarce, and the remnant sun is like blood on one side, and there are clouds in the place where the two blend, which are reflected in a faint light yellow, like autumn chrysanthemums in the wild.

The view was beautiful.

Not even inferior to He Xirou in the teahouse.

Lou Tingyu looked at her side face and thought, "If this veil is removed, it must be even more beautiful than this sky." ”

The big white fat man said in his heart: "Senior Sister Feng looks better than this sky." ”

The Autumn Chrysanthemum Festival is an annual event, although most people are girls who come to see performances and singing, but the real meaning is still more than one to compare whose chrysanthemums are the most beautiful so far, and the chrysanthemum tea has the highest color.

The winner will be named this year's Wild Chrysanthemum King, who will lead all the florists and merchants in the town to pick autumn chrysanthemums and make the famous chrysanthemum tea and unique chrysanthemum wine, which will be extremely profitable.

And the winning chrysanthemum tea will be paid tribute to the palace for the royal drink.

Many families bring their own chrysanthemums to the competition, due to the crowd, can only put the flower pot on the top of the head, from the top to look down, only to see countless kinds of chrysanthemums scattered in the black pressed crowd, although messy, but unique beauty.

A drooping old man with a clear face and gray hair, supported by two young girls, came to the middle of the stage, looked at the common man with cloudy eyes, and said softly: "Everyone be quiet." ”

Although his voice was soft, it was amplified several times by the formation in the field, and everyone suddenly quieted down and looked at the old man.

"Our town is famous for relying on Changming Immortal Sect and this thousand wild chrysanthemums, and every year the best flower tea is paid into the palace, and it has a history of 100 years for the royal family......"

Feng Xiaohan had no interest in his routine speech without nutrition, so he only cared about competing with the osmanthus cake in front of him, swallowed one in one bite, and was choked on almost his back, and drank a bowl of expensive Autumn Wild chrysanthemum tea before changing it.

The big white fat man took three pieces of osmanthus cake with one hand, threw them into his mouth very casually, chewed slowly and swallowed them, and the light and fluttering appearance was like a noble lady from a rich cane family nibbling on a small snack.

Feng Xiaohan's face was more frustrated than being slapped by the demon bear that year.

He Xirou was also not interested in what the old man said, looking at the way Feng Xiaohan and Baizhu competed, like a child in the market who lost the pot in the competition, her little face was flushed, and she felt a little cute.

It's like a twelve-year-old child.

She suddenly had an idea: is it too harsh to teach a twelve-year-old boy to be a man?

After a long time, the old man finally finished nagging and let the stage be given to all the people who race flowers.

The people with flower pots on their heads took the stage to show their chrysanthemums to everyone and tout their flower skills, while several middle-aged people held pen and paper, pointed at the flowers, and carefully recorded something.

They are the most famous gardeners in the town, specially invited to be judges, and their impartiality is beyond doubt.

The town has a large population and countless florists, and the process of chrysanthemums in this round of competition went back for more than half an hour.

At this time, the sunset has already set, the moonlight in the sky is clear, and the starry sky is bright, even if it is not illuminated by lanterns and torches, you can see it clearly.

The results of the chrysanthemum competition need to wait for the referees to discuss with the old man to decide, generally divided into three, six, nine and so on, the top three people will get a part of the harvest profits of this year's wild chrysanthemum, which is worth a lot of money, and the florists naturally strive to be the first.

Feng Xiaohan rolled his eyes and said, "In the end, it's still for money." ”

Lou Tingyu nodded and said, "Without money, who will come to the Qiu Ju Club?"

Lu Yingfeng shook his head and said: "This is wrong, it is indeed true that I came for money, but more precisely, it should be for profit." ”

The two looked at him and asked, "Is there a difference?"

"Among these people, there are many rich tycoons, naturally there is no shortage of money, and the money that the town of Yeju took out as a reward after the harvest is naturally very considerable, but it is nothing to them. ”

Lu Yingfeng looked at everyone and said with a smile: "So they are not for money, but for a name." The wild chrysanthemum king of the town has the right to choose the best chrysanthemums to offer. Imagine, there is a chamber of commerce that has offered flower tea to the royal family, what an honor it is, and there will be a little more confidence between it and competitors, and the people's hearts will be more towards them. This is the benefit, and it is not directly reflected in the money. ”

is worthy of being born in a business family, and it really hit the nail on the head, revealing the ultimate purpose of those businessmen to participate in the competition.

Feng Xiaohan and Lou Tingyu and others felt that it made sense.

Feng Xiaoxiao looked at him and said, "This is an honor, a rare honor for ordinary people in their lifetime, Senior Brother Lu is too degrading to their temperament when he says this." ”

Lu Yingfeng thought for a while and didn't speak.

It was the sick man who answered her, and he said seriously: "Our young master was born in a famous business family, don't you still understand this little trick?"

Lu Yingfeng is accustomed to investigating before acting, and he has done a full investigation before coming to Changmingzong, and many large local families are willing to pay double the price of the profits after the most harvest to buy the name of "Wild Chrysanthemum King" with the winner, just to overshadow the competitors in terms of momentum.

Whose firm is more famous and bears more so-called honors, then the people will naturally think whose firm is better.

Feng Xiaoxiao has been practicing in Changming Sect since he was a child, and all he has learned is the flow of Haoran righteousness, and he has no careful thinking in this regard.

The sick seedling coughed dryly twice, and said: "You have time to go out with the big white fat man to experience and experience, and you will have such naïve ideas." ”

Feng Xiaoxiao wanted to refute a few words, but when she heard this, her face suddenly turned red and she turned her head.

The big white fat man hurriedly coaxed him when he saw that it was not good, and at the same time glared at him fiercely.

"Yo Yo Yo, the little girl is still shy,. ”

Although the sick seedling is a parapathetic attitude, he is more powerful than those who read in the capital.

He Xirou looked out the window, her eyes swept over every remote corner in the distance, and every inconspicuous figure in the crowd would be carefully looked at by her.

"There seem to be more people stalking those guys, but where are they hiding?"

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