Qing Huan was satisfied to see that as his voice landed, the hand of the scholar surnamed Zhang who was shaking the fan proudly froze, and the smile on his face was also frozen.

This scholar, surnamed Zhang, tugged at the corners of his mouth, smiled dryly, and opened his mouth a little stiffly.

"Actually, the poetry club, although it is rare, but characters like you and me go, maybe it is very possible that you can't even say a sentence from beginning to end, and it's boring to go, if Brother Gu doesn't like to be lively, don't be too embarrassed."

This is already a euphemism to persuade Qinghuan not to go, seeing the actions of this scholar surnamed Zhang, and listening to this poetry club can also be gags, she already loves to be lively, and she was a little worried that she would show her feet when she arrived at the poetry meeting, but then she was completely relieved.

It's also a good thing to be able to watch such an event as a spectator.

Moreover, Qing Huan has always been an open-minded and happy character, seeing that this scholar surnamed Zhang was deflated, she was also willing to push forward again, disgusting and disgusting him.

"It's okay, Brother Zhang thinks about the little brother with such a fist, how can the little brother disobey Brother Zhang's kindness, no matter what kind of difficulties there are at that time, the little brother will definitely overcome it, and he will definitely live up to Brother Zhang's good intentions."

After listening to Qing Huan's words, the scholar surnamed Zhang was not as shameless as Qing Huan, and he really couldn't say anything else, so he had to smile and agree on the time and place of the appointment on the 25th in Qing Huan's enthusiastic tone, and then left with a constipated expression.

After walking away, the little guy who followed couldn't help but make a sound.

"Childe, haven't you already made an agreement with Master Luo to take him with you?"

The scholar surnamed Zhang paused, turned his head to look at the little guy, and his face was gloomy.

"It's not your turn to intervene in this son's business."

After speaking, he didn't wait for the little guy to respond, turned his head and continued to walk forward with a gloomy face.

Zhang's surname is a scholar, his surname is Zhang Zhongyi, his name is Su, he is twenty-five this year, he is the eldest son of Yuhang County Lieutenant, he was raised in the middle school last year, and he was a showman in the same batch as Gu Yunpei four years ago.

In the early years, Gu Yunpei was a well-known prodigy in Hangzhou, and it was rumored that he had the ability to never forget, while Zhang Zhongyi was mediocre in talent, and it was all thanks to his own efforts to get to where he is today, but the old gentleman in the private school took Gu Yunpei as an example and reprimanded him.

It was because he was very unconvinced in his heart that such a junior who was much younger than himself, and this disbelief was that he was admitted to the examination last year, but Gu Yunpei had not even participated in the exam, and he reached a high point when he met by chance today.

So he was quite calm in temperament, but today he couldn't help but show off his current status and acquaintances softly by inviting Gu Yunpei to the poetry club.

He said that he had talked to someone about Gu Yunpei a few days ago, and it was only Sun Mao who heard about it by chance, and the disappearance of Gu Yunpei, a prodigy in his early years, was casually talked about as a joke.

He remembered that Sun Maocai clearly said that day that Gu Yunpei was smart when he was young, and the more he grew up, the more he became less and less climatic, he would only study behind closed doors every day, and never socialize with others, so he didn't even have a familiar acquaintance at this age.

He also said that someone had met this Gu prodigy by chance, saying that he couldn't even speak clearly, and last year's big competition was even more scared and sick, and he didn't even participate in the imperial examination, which has become a big joke in Hangzhou.

Who knew that it was met today, but it was not like what Sun Maocai said, at the beginning, Gu Yunpei talked less, and he could also take Mu Na's side.

Who knew that after he said that he would take him to the poetry meeting, he was so shameless, he was just a kind word, and he really wanted to follow him when he was in a hurry.

The post of this poetry club is that he also took a lot of effort to get one for the first time this year, and he can really accept it with a cheeky face.

Zhang Zhongyi never believed that Gu Yunpei would not know the weight of this poetry club post, so he just followed, taking advantage of himself for nothing, and he didn't measure whether he could afford this kindness.

If you want to blame him, he only blamed him for believing Sun Maocai's words, and underestimated Gu Yunpei's cheekiness, the two of them can't get along, even if their relatives and friends want to speak, they have to weigh their own weight, he is just a friend who met by chance many years ago, on what basis?

But at this time, Zhang Zhongyi's words had been thrown out, and it was always difficult to take them back, so he wanted to show off, but he was like eating a fly, and he was bored.

"Hmph, it's just a poor talent who is not powerful, and he doesn't pee to show what kind of identity he is, with empty lips and white teeth, even if he makes an appointment, what can I do."

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhongyi had another thought in his heart.

"No, just breaking the appointment, it's cheaper for him, such a faceless person, you have to let him have some foreign appearances."

Thinking like this, Zhang Zhongyi felt happy again.

On the other side, Qing Huan said goodbye to Zhang Zhongyi and quickly put this matter behind him.

When he agreed with that Zhang Zhongyi to meet at the time and place, he had already figured out that the poetry would not be able to go with his own identity, and his later actions were purely disgusting Zhang Zhongyi, as for the agreement on the 25th, those times and places did not enter his ears at all.

His task today was to find a means of making a living, and when she got back to business, she began to search for it again.

After thinking about countless thoughts, Qing Huan finally had an idea in his mind when he passed by the missing person notice posted by the Yamen of Fucheng.

She remembered that when she drew the mask herself, as long as she knew what the other person looked like, or the exact place of origin of the other person, she could see what the person was looking for, and with this, she might be able to find the lost people.

The notices all drew the general face of the person being searched for and various information descriptions, followed by the promised bounty, and the notices were posted on top of each other, most of the people who had been years but could not be found at the bottom, and the ones on top were the latest notices of missing people.

There is actually a notice to find Hua Qinghuan, and the notice promises the most bounty, providing clues of 500 taels, and finding people 3,000 gold.

Such an amount of money made Qing Huan smack, secretly thinking that such a heavy reward, there would inevitably be many people to claim it, but I was afraid that Master Hua would spend a lot of energy just to screen useful information, and secretly felt guilty in his heart, this list could not be accepted.

In addition to Miss Hua's reward notice, she silently wrote down the notice information posted in the past six months, and there are two of them that have only been posted in the past two days.

After writing down the information, Qing Huan remembered that the Gu family did not have a ready-made mask mold, so she hurriedly went to the shop that specialized in pen, ink, paper and inkstone and bought some coarse paper.

At this time, it seems that the technology of paper-making is not yet mature, and the better paper is extremely expensive, but fortunately, it is just to draw a mask, and there is no need for delicate paper, so she chose the cheapest coarse paper, and she did not dare to buy more, but only half a knife of coarse paper, and it also cost her more than three dollars of silver, which only cost her distressed flesh.

With the paper in hand, Qinghuan didn't wander around anymore, and with the idea of saving a little is a little, she rushed back to Gu's house before dinner.

After a hurried dinner, Qing Huan boiled some paste under the puzzled eyes of his family, and made three pieces of coarse paper into one, thirty-five pieces of coarse paper with half a knife, and a total of eleven thick papers.

After pasting the paper, she took a half-dried cloth and covered it with it, and when she had done all this, it was already dark.

Qing Huan stretched out his somewhat sore waist, planning to boil some hot water to take a hot bath tonight, a few days ago Qing Huan was not happy, and he didn't dare to take a bath, just wiped his body with a wet cloth.

By today, it was almost time, and she had the idea of taking a bath.