Hearing this, Junchen was slightly stunned, and he didn't immediately understand what the stall owner meant.

Immediately, he frowned slightly, quickly retracted the surprise between his eyebrows, and put on a look of wishing to hear the details: "Then I don't know what to do to get an epiphany ornament?" ”

There are many types of ornaments on the stalls, including hostas, jade pendants, and bracelets, all of which are carved based on the appearance of epiphany.

However, the one that Qi Changrong values is precisely an epiphany carved from white jade without impurities.

When you put it in the palm of your hand, the small one is crystal clear, and it is more and more set off by its small and delicate, which is lovely.

Seeing that they really liked such things, the stall owner's eyes became more and more kind, and while holding his inch-long white beard, he said softly: "It's not easy to get this epiphany, you need to follow the rules of Tancheng." ”

Hearing this, Jun Chen couldn't help but be surprised: "Why is the old man setting up a stall here, and it is not a business that you and I are willing to do?" ”

Along the way, Guanzhitan City is indeed more prosperous, although it is not as lively as Shangjing, but it is not much different.

At least half of the pedestrians they saw were smiling.

It's very wishful to want to come to a small day.

It is conceivable that Xie Yu, the city lord, should be barely qualified.

Jun Chen, who was at a loss, still didn't understand, but the stall owner had already stroked his beard and smiled: "Didn't Childe notice that the stall here is very different from other places?" ”

Hearing this, Jun Chen subconsciously began to think.

Before, he really didn't notice anything different.

But after such a reminder from the stall owner, I found a little abnormality.

Compared with the bustle of the stalls they had seen before, this epiphany stall was deserted.

The things on the stall are among the most exquisite in the city.

Junchen had an excellent attitude and asked unhurriedly: "The stall owner is tired of explaining." ”

The stall owner smiled with a smile on his face: "According to the rules of Tancheng, my stall belongs to the government, and the things on the stall are not sold, but only sent." ”

"Why?" Junchen was really surprised again.

After all, he couldn't understand how a small vendor could have anything to do with the government?

And, looking at the appearance of the old man who set up the stall, it seems that he has been managing this stall for a long time.

At this time, Qi Changrong raised his eyebrows and asked, "I don't know what kind of conditions you need to meet if you want to get a gift from the old man?" ”

"Childe's discernment." The old man praised her first, and then diligently took out a paper newspaper with the official seal from the small wooden cabinet inside: "As long as you do what you say, you can pick up something from the stall." ”

"And next year when the epiphany season comes, you can rely on this thing to occupy the best viewing place in Tancheng."

In other words, the so-called trinkets can actually be used as tokens of Tancheng?

With a light gaze, he skimmed over the content of the paper, and Qi Changrong had almost understood the rules of its 'gift'.

I was asked to write a poem about epiphany.

As long as they can put the poems written by themselves into the most famous epiphany hall in Tancheng, then they can get a gift.

After reading it, Qi Changrong, who was not very interested, suddenly thought about it, and asked the old man: "Stallholder, I don't know where this epiphany pavilion is?" ”

The stall owner enthusiastically pointed them out: "Just ahead, go straight for 100 meters and turn left, and you will be able to see it." ”

Qi Chang looked at it and gave the people around him a look.

Just when Shi Xia was about to pay for the reward, the stall owner quickly waved his hand and said seriously: "I can't receive the reward of the son, if it is known by the people of the government, I will never find such an easy and fun thing to do." ”

The stall belongs to the government, and he is only responsible for guarding this stall, but he can also be regarded as half of the government, and no idler dares to provoke him.

Therefore, for the sake of the government's reputation for incorruptibility, he must not accept bribes.

After all, it's not worth throwing away the iron rice bowl for such a few taels of silver.

Hearing this, Qi Changrong was slightly stunned, and said with a smile: "You really don't want it?" ”

The stall owner was categorical and firm: "Definitely not." ”

"Okay." Qi Changrong was stunned in his heart: "Since this is the case, I will not force the stall owner." ”

This is the first time she has tried to give a reward, but she has been rejected.

It's a bit new to say.

Seeing that Qi Chang's appearance was not like that of ordinary people's sons, and he was willing to be considerate of his appearance, the stall owner was even more happy, smiled and waved his hand, and watched a few people leave.

However, if he were to know what a great favor he had rejected today, he would regret it to the point that his bowels would be green.

can be rewarded by the prince of the East Palace, it is really the green smoke of the ancestral tomb.

……

Walking along the road ahead, after walking for about 100 meters, he really encountered a fork in the road, and Qi Changrong walked to the left road.

Then he raised his eyes to look left and right, and sure enough, he saw a low building with the fragrance of books standing not far away.

From time to time, three or two scholars come and go here together, each holding a folding fan, smiling very well.

Jun Chen squinted, and after a while, he turned to look at Qi Changrong, his eyes were extremely lazy, like a sleeping lion: "Brother Ju'an wants to try?" ”

"Nature." Qi Changrong, who is alias Jun Ju'an, smiled: "They have already come here, if they go back home at this time, won't they go in vain?" ”

Hearing this, after seeing Qi Changrong's enthusiastic appearance, Jun Chen nodded clearly, presumably he really wanted the epiphany on the stall.

Therefore, he did not stop it, but glanced at the historian, the warning in his words was full of meaning, and said loudly: "Since Brother Jun'an is interested, then go and take a look." ”

“……”

A young historian has a toothache.

The general looked at him...... As if they could really eat him.

Why didn't General Ran want to think about it, with his little historian, would he really dare to leave His Royal Highness the Prince's playful words on this small booklet?

Unless he's impatient to live.

With this word, Wen Qiyu and Shi Xia walked in front, quietly separating the crowd, and letting the two come to the Epiphany Pavilion unimpeded.

Compared to the crowded and lively streets, the Epiphany House is much colder.

As soon as they stepped through the door, a faint scent of ink entered the tip of their noses, and there was even a slight fragrance of epiphany.

It makes people feel relaxed and happy.

I took a few steps inside, crossed the threshold and looked up.

There are many poems full of praise and epiphany hanging in the museum, and even the white walls around it have not been spared, and almost all the places that can be written are full.

Seeing unfamiliar faces appearing in the place and looking around aimlessly, the person in charge of the museum immediately greeted him and asked with a smile: "Are you here to compose poems, or are you here to observe and learn?" ”

Hearing this, Qi Changrong came back to his senses, withdrew his gaze from the poems around him, and said to the owner of the museum concisely and clearly: "Write poems." ”

Hearing this, the hall owner smiled and welcomed people inside.

There is a piece of rice paper on the bookcase, and the pen and ink have already been prepared.

Seeing this, Jun Chen raised his eyebrows: "The hall master's preparations are quite complete. ”

"Nature." The owner of the museum said: "These days, there are often visitors who are willing to leave ink treasures here, and pen, ink, paper and inkstone should be prepared at any time, so as not to slack off visitors." ”

Indeed it is.

Jun Chen nodded in understanding.

After all, they are one of the visitors.

Just when Junchen was talking to the owner of the museum, Qi Changrong, who was sitting behind the bookcase, had already put down his pen.

'Moonlight ......'

'Thin Sound......'

There are two songs in total, one is "Fuhua" and one is "Gift to Friends".

Seeing that Qi Changrong had written so much in one breath, Shi Xia sighed silently, and looked at the hall owner a few more times with a look of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

This is the ink treasure of the prince of the East Palace.

After many years of His Royal Highness's ascension to the throne, these two poems can be directly regarded as the treasures of the town hall here.

The owner of the pavilion was slightly stunned: "Does Childe want to choose one of the two?" ”

"It's not." Qi Changrong shook his head and slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity: "I want to exchange these two poems for two tokens." ”

Owner: "This ......"

Seeing him hesitate, Qi Changrong asked directly, "Isn't it okay?" ”

"It's not that it doesn't work." The owner of the pavilion subconsciously replied: "There is no mention of this matter in the rules. ”

"That's it." Qi Changrong came to a conclusion on his own, and stretched out his hand to the hall owner as it should be: "In this case, please also ask the hall owner to hand over the voucher for going up to the token." ”

“……”

The pavilion owner was about to say something more, but even Shi Xia had already raised his eyebrows and said, "The rules are formulated by the Tancheng government, and my son-in-law is also acting according to the regulations, is there anything wrong?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the owner of the museum touched his nose stupidly and said no more.

He wanted to express some doubts appropriately, but he didn't expect the little woman to be so irritable, and before he could speak, he directly moved his microphone back.

Under the rules set by the government, what can the owner do?

Of course, only by the rules.

So, Qi Changrong got two vouchers with satisfaction.

Seeing this, Wen Qiyu, who had been waiting next to him for a long time, smiled shyly, and said softly to the hall owner in a warm and polite manner: "Please also ask the hall owner to prepare two more pieces of rice paper." ”

The owner of the museum should naturally go down.

Since it is within the rules, if a person wants to write a few poems and receive a few tokens, he will always be out of line.

As expected, Wen Qiyu also successfully obtained two vouchers.

After they left, the owner of the museum looked at the four extra poems on the bookcase with a smile.

Not to mention, the quality is very good.

Although it is not at the peak, it is shocking and eye-catching, but it can also make people have a little aftertaste.

Enough to hang in the epiphany.

……

The group returned to the stall.

The old man was still dutifully guarding here, and when he saw them come back so soon, his cloudy eyes brightened even more.

There are many people who pass by his stall on weekdays, but only a few people in front of them are extraordinary in popularity and have outstanding looks.

Yes, he could recognize it at a glance.

"How many sons, are you done?"

"It's finished." Qi Changrong was reserved and took out two vouchers from his long sleeves and put them on the stall.

Immediately, Wen Qiyu followed, also holding two vouchers.

Seeing this, the stall owner smiled happily, put away the voucher, and made a 'please' gesture to them.