"Okay, then I'll go tell Mother Chen." With the words of the master, the cuckoo walked away happily.

Zhu Yuanyuan thought of those little peach trees, and she didn't know when they would grow up, so she wanted to buy some protocin, but she thought about it, it would frighten people, and it was hard to explain, but on the side of Wangjiang Tower, she still needed to plant some flowers and plants to decorate it.

Speaking of which, the few plants I bought in the system store last time don't grow, and I want to plant some exotic flowers, and if possible, I want to grow spiritual rice or something.

I asked the owner of the flower shop and said that it was caused by the lack of aura, as long as you give some aura, it can grow wildly, and you don't have to worry about it.

The flower shop has a good nutrient solution, and it can be watered after dilution, and when I look at the price, Zhu Yuanyuan is silent, it is too expensive, and I can only see it out of sight.

On the day of the peony banquet, Zhu Yuanyuan entered the city at the agreed time, met with Zhou Yuerong, and went to Lingjia in Jiangxian County together.

Jiang County Ling's family did not live in the back office, Jiang Chengde came to buy a three-entry yard a year ago, and the famous peony Erqiao was in the backyard.

The maid welcomed Zhou Yuerong and Zhu Yuanyuan in, and when they arrived at the second entrance, Zhu Yuanyuan saw Jiang County Ling talking to a few people in the main hall, seemingly entertaining guests, and the maid led them through the corner gate, passing through the small cross-courtyard next to it, looking in from the courtyard gate, there were dressed up people singing.

When they arrived at Sanjin, several girls chatted and talked around the flower bed, Miao Xirui was also there, Zhu Yuanyuan couldn't come forward to say hello, she and Zhou Yuerong came, and they wanted to visit Mrs. Jiang, the master's house, first.

Zhu Yuanyuan looked at it from afar, the purple and pink peonies in the flower beds were in full bloom, and the fragrant fragrance was refreshing, it seemed that this was the protagonist of today.

Mrs. Jiang cleaned up a reception room to entertain guests, and when she entered, she saw that the room was full of people, including married wives and young girls, roughly there were more than a dozen people, not counting the girls who were standing and waiting, and Pei Ruolan was also seated.

"Mrs. Jiang is fine."

Zhou Yuerong made a blessing gift, but Zhu Yuanyuan stood next to her and did not move, everyone looked at her with strange eyes, she also felt embarrassed, thinking of following the customs, so she pretended to bend her knees.

Most of the people here saw Zhu Yuanyuan for the first time, and when they saw her doing such a nondescript salute, they all showed some contempt and ridicule to a greater or lesser extent, except for Pei Ruolan, she was very unhappy when she saw other people's contempt and ridicule of Zhu Yuanyuan.

Although she also felt that Zhu Yuanyuan was rude, she unconsciously thought that she was her own person in her heart, and the contempt of others caused her unhappiness in her heart.

Although this gift was nondescript and a bit perfunctory, it was finally a salute, and Mrs. Jiang didn't care about her, but the unhappiness that flashed in her eyes was still captured by Zhu Yuanyuan.

Mrs. Jiang hurriedly came up enthusiastically and took Zhu Yuanyuan's hand, "Don't be polite, Boss Zhu, you are my son's life-saving benefactor, I am so happy that you can come today." ”

"Mrs. Jiang is polite." Zhu Yuanyuan smiled indifferently and politely.

"Come, let me introduce to you the life-saving benefactor of my family, Zhu Yuanyuan and Boss Zhu." Mrs. Jiang said to Zhu Yuanyuan again: "You don't know these people yet, let me introduce you, Mrs. Ma, Mrs. Miao, Mrs. Wu, Mrs. Zhang, Mrs. Li ......." ”

Zhu Yuanyuan nodded politely to say hello, but there were so many people that she couldn't remember who was who.

After the introduction, Mrs. Jiang excitedly said that she would go to the yard and admire her famous peony, Er Qiao.

When she just came in, Zhu Yuanyuan saw the peony flowers planted in the flower bed in the middle of the courtyard, the flowers were bowl-size, purple and pink petals, layer upon layer, dazzling, and gorgeous, the air was filled with a rich aroma, drilling into people's nostrils, and the elegant taste was intoxicating.

Peony, graceful and gorgeous, is the king of flowers, has always been regarded as a treasure, and has always been regarded as a symbol of wealth and prosperity.

Mrs. Jiang got such a famous peony, I don't know how much it cost, but while it was blooming, she called Tong Ze in the county government, and the squires and businessmen in the county enjoyed the flowers together, which was considered a friendship and had the meaning of showing off.

"This flower is so beautiful, graceful and luxurious, and extraordinary."

"Yes, it's rare that this flower actually blooms in two colors at the same time."

"The flower is big and round, it is a sign of prosperity and wealth, it is a good omen, we appreciate this flower today, maybe we can touch its luxury, good luck."

"Mrs. Jiang, how did you cultivate such a precious variety? Do you have any secrets? ”

"There must be a secret to this, how can I tell you that it's a secret."

Everyone's praise made Mrs. Jiang proud, smiling, and transferred to Pingyuan County, and it cost a lot of money to ask a florist to transplant this peony.

"You are wrong about this, I don't have any secrets, this is bought with money from my master's original appointment, transferred to Pingyuan County, and moved over."

A group of women squeak, everything you say and I say is all boasting, flattery, and really good.

Zhu Yuanyuan had seen purple peonies in the flower market before, and these two Qiao had also seen them, although the flowers were beautiful, she didn't feel unusual, she didn't chase them with ecstasy like everyone else, and she has always been calm.

"This flower is graceful and luxurious, and the posture is moving, so let's write a poem for it." A girl in a water-red gauze skirt said that she was the most eye-catching in this group of girls, and the organza on her body was Zhu Yuanyuan's goods, and the golden butterfly print on it was luxurious and pretty.

"I think I want to draw the style of the peony and hang it up to enjoy it every day." Miao Xirui put forward her own ideas.

"Man Yun, you take them to the second floor, there is paper and pen there, and it is good to draw and write poems." Mrs. Jiang called Ma Manyun, who was wearing a red gauze skirt, and led a group of little girls to the second floor.

"Go ahead, get ready for us to admire." Ma Manyun's mother, Mrs. Ma, said lovingly.

"Sister Yuanyuan, come too." Miao Xirui walked over and took Zhu Yuanyuan's hand.

Zhu Yuanyuan was a little moved, looked at the peony in front of her, and said hesitantly: "But I don't know how to compose poetry." ”

Zhu Yuanyuan is no longer a little girl, nor is she unmarried, in the eyes of these people, she is already one of those wives, although they are all strangers, she can't play with her wives, they are talking about children's scriptures, but she can't play with little girls, it's too naïve.

At this time, Pei Ruolan spoke, "Go ahead, anyway, you can't talk to us old women." ”

Pei Ruolan was suddenly so empathetic and her attitude was very tolerant, and Zhu Yuanyuan suddenly felt flattered.

Ma Manyun took everyone up to the second floor and entered a room, where a few small round tables had already been placed, a fruit bowl was placed on the table, and a bookcase, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone had been prepared.

"Writing poetry or painting is not something that can be written in a moment, it is limited to half an hour, and whoever has inspiration will write it down." Ma Manyun presides over the overall situation with the attitude of the master's family.

Everyone seems to have no opinion, and no one thinks it's inappropriate, Zhu Yuanyuan feels a little strange, just looking at Mrs. Jiang's attitude, Mrs. Ma seems to be very respectful, they don't look like the Jiang family, but doubts are doubts, and Zhu Yuanyuan didn't ask blindly on this occasion.

Seven or eight little girls scattered separately, talking in groups of three or two, all thirteen or fourteen to fifteen or sixteen years old, twenty-three-year-old Zhu Yuanyuan stood out from the crowd, fortunately, Miao Xirui and Tang Shishi came over.

"Sister Yuanyuan, do you write poetry or painting?" Miao Xirui said.

"I didn't learn to compose poetry, but I knew a little bit about drawing." Zhu Yuanyuan said with interest.

"Then you can draw, and I'll help you study the ink." Tang Shishi diligently went to the bookcase and started to move.