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"Yes, I will protect you with my life." Chunxia said solemnly.

Weng Xiaoxiao smiled and patted Chunxia's shoulder, winking playfully, "It won't cost you your life, just be alert."

Chunxia nodded solemnly. If something happened to the master, none of them would have a good ending. They shared the same fate.

Xiao Kong went out and hired a carriage. After the long journey, the outer shed of their carriage was already dirty and messy.

The appointment was for 10 o'clock, but they had to arrive early.

Wangxianglou, the most luxurious restaurant in Shuncheng, is located on the most prosperous street. The street is wide enough for three carriages to run side by side. Just looking at this street, it is hard to imagine which city it belongs to.

After giving their names, they were welcomed into the largest Peony Hall.

There are naturally no peonies in the hall, but there is a large rosewood Suzhou embroidered peony screen, which is very valuable.

The waiter naturally knew what was about to happen here, and as usual, he took the most expensive snacks and brought them to the box.

Weng Xiaoxiao, the victim of the fraud, curled her lips. She didn't even have the right to order food? But she could only watch and smile. What she was thinking in her heart was whether the 100 taels of silver given to Xiaokong was enough to pay the bill.

The three families arrived together at 11 o'clock, as if they had made an appointment.

Hearing the noise outside, Weng Xiaoxiao had already led people out to greet them.

The head of the Wei family, Wei Cong, was about 40 years old, a slightly plump man with a friendly face. Wang Mingchen of the Wang family was just 20 years old, elegant and refined, dressed like a scholar in a long gown and a scarf. Qiu Zhengchun of the Qiu family was between the first two, about 30 years old, dressed in a tight suit, with bright eyes, and he was obviously a martial artist, in his prime.

Compared with these three, the head of the Wei family looks the most like a businessman.

"I am Weng Xiao from Changrong Trading Company. Nice to meet the three family heads."

Weng Xiaoxiao stepped forward to greet him.

"Mr. Weng, you're welcome." Seeing that Weng Xiaoxiao was a weak scholar, Wang Mingchen felt a liking for her and returned the gift first.

Wei Cong and Qiu Zhengchun were not very interested.

After looking at Weng Xiaoxiao for a while, Wei Cong said quietly, "Master Weng, since you invited three of us, you should know the rules, right? If you invited three of us, you have to accompany us to have fun."

Weng Xiaoxiao smiled, not at all timid, "I am a scholar, and I know a little bit about poetry and songs, so I will certainly compete with Mr. Wang. Although I am not a good drinker, I will definitely risk my life to accompany you. As for riding and shooting, I have some experience, but I am not proficient, so I will not show off my skills. However, I have designed a new competition method, and I believe Mr. Qiu will be interested."

No one is left out and everything is covered.

Since they were here, they naturally wanted to see it. Wei Cong, who was the oldest, led the way into the Peony Hall. As soon as they sat down, the head of the Qiu family asked impatiently what the competition was about.

Xiaokong stepped forward and handed over a picture, marking the content of the competition designed by Weng Xiaoxiao.

Weng Xiaoxiao stood up and pointed at the picture and explained, "Master Qiu, I designed a two-mile obstacle course. There are various obstacles on the ground, and we must go over them and pass over them instead of going around them. The one who takes the shortest time wins."

The more Qiu Zhengchun looked at it, the brighter his eyes became. He had never played anything like this before. It looked very challenging.

"As for this venue, it will be up to Master Qiu to arrange it." Weng Xiaoxiao clasped her fists.

"Haha, of course. Just wait, it will be done in the afternoon." Qiu Zhengchun picked up the blueprint and went out without saying hello to anyone.

Wei Cong and the other two were used to it and were not surprised. They smiled and said, "Master Weng really came prepared!"

"It would be very rude to come to the three patriarchs without any preparation. Patriarch Wei, I can't drink much, can I spar with Patriarch Wang first?"

Wei Cong smiled and said, "Li Bai wrote hundreds of poems after drinking a lot of wine. Isn't it more interesting after drinking?"

"That is the Immortal Poet. I dare not compare myself to him."

"Uncle Wei, let me ask Master Weng for advice first." Wang Mingchen bowed.

He couldn't wait any longer. Although many of his employers were well-versed in literature, there were only a few who could allow him to make friends through literature. He felt that the person before him could make his trip worthwhile.

Wei Cong waved his hand and took the opportunity to take a closer look at the young man.

"Please ask Master Wang to give the questions." Weng Xiaoxiao was most confident about this level.

Wang Mingchen had already thought about it, and blurted out, "Please ask Master Weng to write a poem that suits the occasion."

This requirement is both simple and difficult. You can write about the frontier, the spring scenery, or even this visit. The choice of material is very broad.

Weng Xiaoxiao did not have the ability to compose impromptu poetry, so he thought he could only plagiarize a poem from a great man, and wrote "Bosuan Zi. Ode to the Plum Blossom".

“The wind and rain send spring away, the flying snow welcomes spring. Even though the cliff is a hundred feet of ice, the flowers are still beautiful.

"She does not fight for spring, but announces the arrival of spring. When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she smiles among the bushes."

The calligraphy is ordinary, but the words are really good.

Wang Mingchen recited it several times. The more he read it, the more he liked it, and the more he felt that the artistic conception was profound.

The sentiments of a great man are incomparable to those of ordinary people. Weng Xiaoxiao naturally had the confidence to choose this song.

"Master Weng, please accept my greeting. I have no regrets in seeing such a masterpiece in my life. No regrets at all!"

Weng Xiaoxiao quickly returned the compliment, "Mr. Wang, thank you for the compliment. I don't deserve it."

"I deserve it, I deserve it. From now on, there will be no limit on our business. I will take as many as you want, and I can give you as many medicinal herbs as you want."

This promise meant that they had already established a large business relationship with the Wang family. As long as the capital was sufficient, Changrong Trading Company would become the largest supplier of tea and purchaser of medicinal materials.

Weng Xiaoxiao smiled and bowed, thanking him repeatedly. This alone made the trip worthwhile.

"Can you give me this calligraphy?"

"My handwriting is really not good enough, I hope Mr. Wang doesn't mind!" Speaking of this, Weng Xiaoxiao looked ashamed.

Seeing that Weng Xiaoxiao was still innocent, Wang Mingchen liked her even more. "Haha, if Master Weng's calligraphy can be improved a little more, it will be a masterpiece that will be passed down through the ages!"

This praise and criticism are really incisive. It seems that Wang Mingchen has a very good literary accomplishment.

Weng Xiaoxiao had no intention of looking down on the ancients, and now she wanted to make friends with them, so she exchanged a few words with them very sincerely.

Wei Cong had been watching from the side, looking forward to what surprises this young man would bring him.

Feeling Wei Cong's scrutiny, Weng Xiaoxiao turned around and bowed, "Master Wei, I'll follow your instructions on how to drink. I can't boast about my drinking capacity, but I do have some drinking manners."

"Drinking habits reflect a person's character. If a person has bad character, I won't associate with him."

Weng Xiaoxiao planned to take this hurdle head-on. Drinkers hate cheating the most. Even if they get drunk, it doesn't matter. Whether they can get recognition is secondary. The most important thing is not to lose face.

Wei Cong waved his hand, and his men understood and turned around to go out and move the wine.

“Can you taste wine?”

Weng Xiaoxiao shook her head.

Wei Cong was slightly disappointed, "How much can you drink?"

"Two ounces of alcohol."

Wei Cong said angrily, "You can't do this or that, what are you competing with me for?"