A New Character Every Month

A few fox friends and dog friends laughed at the side.

The sound immediately attracted the attention of several other tables. When they heard the name of the song, many people secretly showed disdainful expressions.

The Hibiscus' Itch is not a serious song, but a licentious one, which is not elegant at all.

Usually only brothels can hear it.

The busker girl looked very embarrassed, she didn't want to play that kind of music at all.

Seeing her reluctance, Zhao Mingde suddenly showed anger: "Why, I am taking good care of you, but you are still not happy. Could it be that you look down on me?"

The busker girl lowered her head in fear.

If ordinary customers were like this, the shopkeeper of the restaurant would have come out to save the siege, but now the shopkeeper turned a blind eye to this, which proved that the identity of the young man surnamed Zhao was extraordinary, and he was not something a little girl like him could provoke.

In case of offending Mr. Zhao, the lightest punishment would probably be to be kicked out of the restaurant.

If she lost this stable source of income, her grandfather, who was seriously ill in bed, would not be able to receive treatment.

She gritted her teeth, and was about to play and sing, but a voice came from the stairs: "Isn't this Mr. Zhao? I really miss the farewell that day."

Hearing the sound, Zhao Mingde glared at him immediately, but saw a bald man in a fine attire and a jade-like crown walking up, followed by a maidservant with bright eyebrows and bright teeth.

He thought about it for a while, and a name blurted out: "Lin Zian?"

"It seems that Brother Zhao hasn't forgotten me yet."

Lin Zian stepped forward with a smile, and took Xiao Ke to the next table.

Thinking of what happened in the past few days, Zhao Mingde suddenly became angry, and said mockingly: "Lin Zian, with your appearance, could it be that you have seen through the world and become a monk?"

Whether it was making a fool of himself during the meal, or almost dying when he encountered a thief, he put the blame on Lin Zian.

If it wasn't for Lin Zian, he wouldn't have followed, and he wouldn't have made a fool of himself, let alone nearly died.

"Unfortunately, Brother Lin is still a scholar. He doesn't even understand the principles of his parents, so he became a monk."

"Brother Lin looks like this, is it to make Miss Zhou a widow?"

Seeing Zhao Mingde's expression, the few cronies at the side immediately taunted him with a sympathetic heart.

They are not good at fighting, but when it comes to trolling people, they have never been afraid of anyone.

Lin Zian ignored them, but turned his head and asked Xiang Xiaoke: "Xiao Ke, do you think your uncle is prettier, or those few people are prettier."

"Of course it's my uncle. Those crooked melons and dates can't be compared with my uncle."

Xiao Ke said it without hesitation.

Not to mention that she is Lin Zian's housemaid, she has her own bias in her heart.

In terms of appearance alone, those few people combined are indeed no uncle can beat.

"That's no wonder."

Lin Zi'an suddenly realized and nodded: "It seems that your uncle and I are so handsome that even the dog can't help howling."

Hearing this, Zhao Mingde's face turned red, and he threw up his sleeves: "Lin Zian, don't bully me too much!"

"It's unreasonable. I never thought that there would be such a scum among scholars of my generation!"

Several fox friends also said angrily together.

Lin Zi'an looked at them with a surprised expression, and said puzzledly, "I'm talking about dogs, so what does that have to do with you? Do you think I'm talking about you?"

The faces of Zhao Mingde and others suddenly became ugly.

What can they do, isn't it the same as saying that they are dogs if they continue to argue?

But if you ignore this sentence, isn't that just being scolded in vain?

Seeing this scene, the guests at the surrounding tables couldn't help applauding secretly.

For Lin Zian, who can make Zhou Mingde and others embarrassing, his favorability has skyrocketed.

Zhao Mingde stood for a few seconds, then sat down silently.

If it continues, he will only make people laugh like an actor.

Through the confrontation just now, he also understood to some extent that Lin Zian, a useless scholar who usually doesn't go out of the door, is even better than the experience of the few of them in terms of articulation.

If it continues, I'm afraid it will only bring shame on itself.

Zhao Mingde took a sip of his wine and looked at the busker girl.

The girl performing arts looked at Lin Zi'an with beautiful eyes, and seemed to have a good impression.

Zhao Mingde suddenly said angrily: "Why are you still standing there, Sonata!"

The performer girl's body trembled, she lowered her head and was about to play, when Zhao Mingde's voice came out again: "I want the lotus itch!"

She bit her lip and put her hand on the lute.

"and many more."

Lin Zian looked at Zhao Mingde under the puzzled eyes of the busker girl: "Can someone tell me, what song is The Itching of the Hibiscus?"

He really couldn't find anything related to this song in the original owner's memory, but seeing the embarrassed look of the busker girl, he could imagine that it would not be a good song.

"Hmph, asshole."

Zhao Mingde couldn't help saying: "I don't even know the famous Furong's Itch."

Lin Zian smiled: "Who are the bumpkins talking about?"

"The bumpkin said you!"

Zhao Mingde replied without hesitation, only feeling that he had pulled back a round and was arrogant.

Lin Zian nodded: "It turns out that the bumpkin was talking about me."

Zhao Mingde was so proud that he wanted to talk, but a friend next to him quickly grabbed his sleeve and said in a low voice, "Brother Zhao, you've been tricked."

He was taken aback for a moment, then quickly figured out his joints, and a surge of anger surged into his heart: "Hmph, vulgar person."

The guest who reacted next to him also covered his mouth and laughed, it was the first time he saw him scolding himself.

Taking advantage of this time, Lin Zian winked at the busker girl and asked her to play directly.

The busker girl understood, gave him a thankful look, and played and sang a well-known piece.

Zhao Mingde, who had been at a disadvantage again and again, was not in the mood to listen to the hibiscus itch, and drank the wine depressedly.

Immediately, he left the restaurant early with a few friends.

On the way, the more Zhao Mingde thought about it, the more angry he became: "It's unreasonable, he is just a mere son-in-law, since he dares to mock us again and again."

"That's right, Lin Zian is too arrogant. If we don't want to find a way to punish him, people will think that we are afraid of him after today's incident gets out."

Several people replied in agreement.

Zhao Mingde asked: "It makes sense, can you find a way?"

"I have an idea."

One of them looked around, and seeing that no one was paying attention, he said furtively, "Isn't there a Linjiang poetry meeting in two days, we can invite Lin Zi'an to participate, and we will make sure that he can't do it Taiwan, lose all face."

"Then Lin Zi'an is a nerd, maybe he has a bit of writing in his stomach, are you sure?"

"I've checked his profile. Although he's a nerd, he has scored worse than me in several major exams in a row. What's there to be afraid of this kind of person?"

Zhao Mingde made an inference: "Also, that day we can buy a few poems in advance, and keep them so that they can hit Lin Zian in the face, and let him know what it means to have someone beyond others, and there is a sky beyond the sky."

Several people nodded, and then someone asked, "What if Lin Zian disagrees?"

Zhao Mingde said arrogantly, "What do you think nerds like most?"

"What do you like? Books?"

"That's right, it's books, especially those orphan copies. If you don't believe me, he won't take the bait."

"Brother Zhao is talented, strategizing, resourceful, and Lin Zian will definitely fall this time."

"Where there is, it's just a small skill."

Zhao Mingde nodded cheerfully, he was already thinking about how to make Lin Zian make a fool of himself.

Chapter 180 Second Shocking Work

"Linjiang Poetry Club?"

in the yard.

Lin Zian lay on the armchair, looking at the two things in his hands.

An invitation to a well-crafted poetry meeting, and an old lonely novel.

Xiao Ke asked curiously beside him: "Uncle, are you going to participate in this poetry meeting?"

"Participate, definitely must participate."

Lin Zian handed the invitation and the book to Xiao Ke, asking her to keep it.

As far as the original owner could remember, he hadn't received any invitations this year.

And just a few days after he returned to the city, he received an invitation for a poetry meeting. Without even thinking about it, he knew whose idea it was.

Nine times out of ten, it was Zhao Mingde who suffered at his hands yesterday.

Except for Zhao Mingde, who would suddenly think of himself, a person who was on the edge of the circle and was not thought of at all.

Although I don't know what the other party's plan is, but anyway, I have nothing to do recently, so I can just go and see what poetry in this world looks like.

As for the lottery mentioned in the invitation, those who excel in poetry can get the lottery, Lin Zian didn't care.

After all, the Zhou family has never treated him badly in terms of money.

The monthly routine, as long as you don't spend too much, is enough to live comfortably every day.

In a flash, it was two days later, the time for the poetry meeting.

At night, by the river.