My name is Zeng Jing, the son-in-law of a wealthy family, but I have time powers

Chapter 353 Lantern Festival (2)

"Xiaobai, I told you to write it, fill it all in."

"Why don't you write it yourself?"

"You want to be a servant yourself, but you don't want to do the work now, so what do you want?"

Bai Shuwen rolled his eyes and went to get the pen.

"The first line is about playing the harp, the harp, and the pipa. The eight kings have heads and faces. The second line is about the demons and monsters, and the four little ghosts have their own stomachs."

Bai Shuwen immediately wrote it down, and the scholars below nodded repeatedly.

"Secondly, if there are insects in the water, it will be turbid; if there are fish in the water, there will be fishing; water, water, water, rivers and lakes.

The second line is, below the tree is the root, above the tree is the end, the tree is the tree, there are many pines, cypresses and camphors. "

The scholars cheered again and again.

"The third line is that silkworms are insects in the world. The second couplet is that Hong is a bird by the river."

Hongniao is a water bird similar to swans and swans in legend.

In the world of cultivation, there is a Hong clan. Their temple is dedicated to Emperor Jun, who is the legendary Emperor of Heaven and the ancestor of the Di Hong clan.

The Hong Clan is best at flying. They have a unique flying technique. No one knows the secret of the Hong Clan's flying.

Getting back to the topic, Zeng Jing continued to tell the answer.

"The fourth way, thieves do not come, those who follow the way do not come, the second couplet is, idle people do not come, the virtuous do not come."

"Wonderful!" Feng Qilin couldn't help but clap his hands.

The guard guarding the stairs smiled broadly and said, "Young Master is a great talent. Please come to the stage."

Feng Qilin quickly shouted: "Boss, leave your name. I, the four great talents in Jizhou, will only follow your lead."

Several other talented people also echoed loudly.

"It's easy to talk about. Remember, my name is Mou Jin. A hundred years ago, the Mou family was also a famous family."

It turned out that Bai Shuwen was from a famous family, with stars in his eyes, and he was so handsome.

Now, Bai Shuwen is convinced that Zeng Jing is a scholar. Why does he call Zeng Jing instead of his real name?

Mo Qiuhen hid in the crowd and watched coldly.

Zhan Pingcai felt sour in his heart. Mou Jin was brilliant in literature, handsome and unrestrained. He stole the limelight under the spotlight, which was enough to prove that he was a hero among people.

Why were you so focused on breaking off the engagement in the first place?But this guy was born with a weak pulse, so what if he has literary talent?Not a short-lived ghost?

Thinking of this, Zhan Pingcai became happy again.

On the viewing platform, Zeng Jing and Bai Shuwen watched the song and dance performance for a while, and then went to eat.

There are rows of snacks along the riverside, and Zeng Jing complained that the sanitary conditions at the roadside stalls were too poor.

Bai Shuwen also looked disgusted.

"It would be great if there were instant noodles. You can eat them just by soaking them in boiling water."

"What are instant noodles?"

"The noodles are gelatinized at a high temperature of nearly [-] degrees, then dehydrated and dried, and finally cooled quickly. This can extend the storage time of the noodles. When you want to eat them, just soak them in boiling water."

Bai Shuwen felt that he had discovered a business opportunity, "Boss, this is what you learned from Bo Xuetang?"

Zeng Jing couldn't explain it, "I have researched it myself. Society is the best university. What you can learn in school is very limited."

"How about we open a fast-food noodle workshop?"

"Yes! It's just that the process is not complete and needs to be studied slowly."

"As long as the production direction is correct, small problems can be explored slowly."

"I don't see that your kid has a lot of business acumen. As long as you have products and understand marketing, making money won't be a piece of cake?"

"What is marketing?"

"It's just about selling things. We'll talk about it later. Today is just for fun. No need to talk about anything else."

The two of them did not go to the viewing platform again, but wandered around.

When I arrived at a crowded place, I inquired and found out that a poetry meeting was being held.

Zeng Jing was about to leave when she was stopped.

"Boss, since you are here, you must leave a poem for whatever you say. Everyone, this is the talented young man I just mentioned. He is a talented young man." Just by listening to the voice, I knew it was Feng Qilin.

Zeng Jing's face was as dark as the ashes on the bottom of a pot. With his appearance, it would be more appropriate to call him a young man.

Although his appearance has not changed much over the years, he is not a teenager either.