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I spent one morning in the chrysanthemum garden in the city and then spent the afternoon in the suburbs. It was still a bit tiring, but there were more lively activities at night.

When the night fell, Yang Yichuan brought people around to Juyuan, it was already lively. The stage has been set up, and even the lights have been hung. Of course, not only here, but many places in the chrysanthemum are hung with lights, making the whole chrysanthemum like a day and even more lively.

At this time, Li Ru also smiled happily, and led more than 20 literary talents selected in Baiwei Building today. He came to this Juyuan in advance and made preparations. Because the activities tonight are mainly those of them, as well as Yang Jichuan's singing and dancing songs.

"Master, it's so lively."

"Of course, don't look at who's handwriting?" Yang Yichuan was very happy to see this scene. Although it was still much smaller than he expected, Yang Yichuan was also very satisfied. In the future, it will definitely be seen by more people, and people in the entire Xihe City, even after the development of technology, may be able to be seen by the people of the whole country.

"Master, look, Su Muqian is over there?"

"He's going to play poems and lyrics later, we won't bother him."

"Oh, that's good."

"Let you prepare for the show, won't you be afraid?"

"Sister Liuli and I must be no problem, and you will not be disappointed.

"Well, that's good. After returning to the house at night, let the cook cook you something, and treat you."

In fact, when preparing for this, Yang Yichuan had already arranged a task for the two of them, that is, a song that Yang Yichuan gave to the two of them, and they needed to go to the stage to play and sing. Yang Yichuan has listened to it several times. Naturally, it is very good, but Yang Yichuan is still afraid that they will be timid when the time comes.

With the increasing number of onlookers, the surrounding area is getting more and more lively. Although Juyuan has a large area here, it can't hold so many people.

Li Ru comforted the people on stage as much as possible, and made everyone quiet.

"All the people have paid attention. The place here is limited, so don't squeeze everyone. There must be order, so that there is room for free."

After hard work and maintenance, after a short period of chaos, it is considered stable.

"Your Highness, do you think it's about to start?"

"Let's start, start early, and end early, you can let the people go back early, it's not good to go back too late."

"Well."

Li Ru was instructed by Yang Yichuan and was ready to start the final highlight of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Thank you very much for coming. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Although today’s moon is not that round, you can still see the moon. Therefore, the theme of this poetry and literature meeting is moon, autumn, and chrysanthemum. Su Nianyuan's relatives who are far away. As long as one of the conditions is met, after a day of screening, 24 people are selected as literary talents in the hope that they can make a brilliant poem."

"Now, all 24 literary talents have come to the stage, and the time is limited to the incense stick. After the time is over, we will judge the poetry and finally select the top three."

"Of course, the owner of the Wang family also hopes to print the poems of these talents into a book, which will be sold in Xihe City and even outside Xihe State."

"Now, the Wenhui officially begins."

auzw.com After Li Ru’s words ended, 24 people began to write poems and lyrics on the stage. During this time, it was actually quite boring. Of course, the preparations are also in the background. Prepare a little bit.

Yi Hongxiang's time is long and short, and short. For those who watch the lively people, it is very long. After all, they can't see any lively people, but for those who participate, it may be a bit short.

After the end of Yixiangxiang time, Li Ru did not announce the result on the spot, but let people directly withdraw the table and chairs, and now the official performance will begin.

"Everyone wants to know the result, but we still need to give us some time to judge. Now let's enjoy the prepared performance. The first performance is the song "Farewell" brought by the young girl."

Later, a veiled woman came up from the side, and of course, she also held Suqin. Those who came to the stage and were definitely prepared. The young girl came to the stage, sat directly on the floor, and placed Suqin on the front stage, ready to start playing.

Along with the slightly rebellious piano music resounding through Juyuan, the real performance began.

Li Ru judged the poems and works with several old Confucians, and finally selected the best three poems.

Yang Yichuan and Xiaoxiang finally tasted this chrysanthemum brew as expected, which is not the same as Yang Yichuan imagined. Yang Yichuan felt that it was like beer, making him feel bad, or he would like juice, fruit beer and the like. However, in fact, they are not the same, slightly alcoholic, but with a fragrance, which can even be said to be a bit like tea.

The wine is not intoxicating, but the fragrance of this chrysanthemum is even more intoxicating.

"Good, very good. Master Wang, how much can you make this year?"

"It depends on the situation. Normally, it will be a thousand altars a year. If the chrysanthemum is not in good hands, or if it does not reach the standard, it may be less."

"Oh, really there are so few, how do you sell them?"

"I am also a person who likes to drink this chrysanthemum brew, so I stayed a lot myself, and a part of it was given as a gift, but it was not actually sold outside."

"I didn't expect Wang's family to have this hobby, which is good. Did Wang's family use wild chrysanthemum to make wine?"

"Wild chrysanthemum on the roadside is not good, but it is the best choice if it is a relatively quiet place. But it is really difficult to find, so I built a chrysanthemum garden myself, to grow my own chrysanthemum, brew chrysanthemum brew. "

"Well, it's a good idea. If you say that, I suddenly had an idea. Meilan Bamboo and Chrysanthemum, with the chrysanthemum garden, if you set up three other yards, it might be good."

Of course, Yang Yichuan's ideas are not just about thinking, but are likely to be put into practice. We are still developing science and technology while improving our lives. After that, people's lives may be getting better and better. The material aspect is improving, and the spiritual aspect cannot naturally fall.

"His Royal Highness is really admirable."

"You, this chrysanthemum is well brewed, sell me a hundred jars."

"There are too many one hundred altars, at most fifty altars, and no more."

"One hundred, not less."

"Sixty, Your Highness can only have a maximum of sixty altars. This year's chrysanthemum brewing has not yet begun to brew, and there are not many survivals. I have to leave some for myself."

"ninety."

After discussion between the two of them, Wang Xin finally decided to give Yang Yichuan 80 altar chrysanthemum brew, Yang Yichuan originally wanted to give money, but Wang Xin said that his chrysanthemum brew has not been sold before, and it has always been given away. In the end, Yang Yichuan still accepted this gift from Wang Xin.

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