Rewind the clock to half a cup of tea.

That is when Liu returned to the lotus banquet, and Mu Kite was determined to take revenge.

There was also a person named Ouyang Chen at the lotus banquet, who returned to his seat in frustration because he failed to ask Qiao Le's whereabouts.

In the time of a stick of incense, he sighed countless times that he had no hope of making money today, and every time he thought of this, he beat his chest and felt heartbroken.

Because for a money fan who believes in "having money and not making a bastard", the money that is close at hand can't be earned, which is even more painful than slashing flesh and pricking needles on the body.

What are the beliefs of money junkies?

Make money!

But where did she go, the county lord?

Ouyang Chen wanted to cry without tears, and it was difficult to sit still.

He has no intention of watching the singing and dancing duel at all, he just hopes that God can love him again.

Maybe it was because he heard his call, but someone suddenly reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

Ouyang Chen: "Xu, Xu sacrificial wine...... What, why are you? ”

That's right, this one who stretched out his hand and slapped him sneakily was the great Confucian Xu Man who had a verbal argument with Sima Zizhan, the great writer of Tianyun that day, and made everyone present applaud him.

You must know that Xu Da Sacrificial Wine is very busy on weekdays.

It is difficult for an ordinary student like him to love money to be favored.

After all, the teacher, what you remember is always the most outstanding, and the most open, as for the middle, who is in the middle?

Xu Man: "Xiao Chen, do you also think that it is a pity that the county lord is so talented, but he doesn't come to this lotus banquet to show?" ”

Patting Ouyang Chen's shoulder with a smile, the old man raised his hand and slapped a piece of rice paper in front of Ouyang Chen.

The words on the rice paper are like dragons and snakes, and the pen is vigorous, and at first glance it is the handwriting of Xu Man, a calligrapher.

But the best thing is not the word, but the word that makes people feel wonderful when they read it.

Ouyang Chen: "At that time, he was young and thin-shirted, riding a horse and leaning on the bridge, and the building was full of red sleeves...... This, this is ......"

Repeating this sentence on the rice paper, Ouyang Chen's eyes were visible to the naked eye. This word is well written, and with this ink treasure, it will definitely sell for a good price.

Yes, good in Ouyang Chen's eyes is equivalent to being able to sell for money.

Very good = can sell a lot for a lot of money!

Xu Man smiled: "Do you know who wrote this?" Written by the county lord. It was the day when the little prince's class returned to the dynasty and entered the city to sacrifice the army, and the county lord improvised it upstairs. Even if the old man reads it, he thinks it's wonderful! ”

In fact, he Xu Man was just chatting in the audience, and he heard about it by chance.

Because the little boy of the adult family next to him happened to be watching the ceremony with Qiao Le on a balcony that day. As for Qiao Le, this son was extremely impressed.

As soon as Qiao Le casually chanted the words, he was shocked.

Second, people have broken the railing, he just doesn't want to remember, I'm afraid it's a little difficult.

So by chance, Xu Manru got a treasure.

The county lord of Yongle is really worthy of being the righteous sister chosen by the young master, so talented and learned, so that Xu Man is amazed.

So, he decided to do one thing, one thing to catch ducks on the shelves.

When Ouyang Chen heard this, everyone was happy and stupid.

The ticket, it's the county lord, the God of Wealth, and the ticket sent to him.

So under Xu Man's intentional or unintentional guidance, Ouyang Chen saw the Qinglian Pavilion opposite, and at the same time, he also saw Qiao Le who was chatting with Jun Yan opposite.

Well, he, he happily preached the poem, and roared at the county lord on the other side.

Then, then Xuan Shizi's fan, just, flew away......

It's really not bad for him, right......