I spent the whole morning in the chrysanthemum garden in the city, and then I went to the outings for an afternoon. I was still a little tired, but there were more lively activities at night.

When night fell and Yang Yichuan brought the people around him to the chrysanthemum Garden, it was already lively. The built stage was ready, and even the lighting was hanged. Of course, it was not just here, but many places in the chrysanthemum Garden were hanged, making the entire chrysanthemum Garden look like daytime and even more lively.

At this time, Li Ru was also smiling happily, leading the twenty-something scholars selected from Baiweilou today to come to the chrysanthemum garden in advance and prepare. Because tonight's event was mainly about them, and Yang Yichuan, the singer and dancer whom Yang Yichuan asked to sing and dance.

"Young master, it's so lively."

"Of course, I don't look at whose work it was?" Yang Yichuan was still very happy to see this scene. Although it was still much smaller than what he expected, Yang Yichuan was also very satisfied. In the future, more people will definitely see it, and even when the technology develops, it may be possible for people across the country to see it.

"Young Master, look, Su Muqian is there too?"

"He will come on stage to recite poems and lyrics later, so we won't bother him."

"Oh, that's OK."

"You won't be afraid of the show you prepared, are you?"

"Sister Liuli and I must have no problem, and we will definitely not disappoint you, Master."

"Well, that's great. When you return home in the evening, you will ask the chef to make delicious food for you and reward you."

In fact, when preparing for this, Yang Yichuan had already arranged a task for the two of them, which was a song that Yang Yichuan gave to them. They needed to play and sing on the stage. Yang Yichuan had heard it several times, so it was of course very good, but Yang Yichuan was still afraid that the two of them would be timid at that time.

As more and more people were watching, the surroundings became more and more lively. Although the Juyuan area was large, it could not withstand so many people.

Li Ru comforted the people as much as possible on the stage, making people quiet.

"All the people have paid attention to it. The places here are limited, so don't crowd them. Be more orderly so that you can have some space to go out."

After striving to maintain it, after a brief chaos, it has stabilized.

"Your Highness, do you think it's going 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."

"That's OK."

Li Ru received Yang Yichuan's instructions and was also preparing to start the final drama of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Thank you very much for everyone's arrival. Today is Mid-Autumn Festival. Although the moon is not that round today, you can still see the moon. Therefore, the theme of this poetry and verse meeting is the moon, autumn, and chrysanthemums. It is also the celebration of the harvest. The relatives who are far away from other places can be met. As long as one of the conditions is met, 24 people will be selected for literati and talented people through a day's screening. I hope they can make poems with great literary talent."

"Now, all 24 literati and talented people have arrived on the stage, with a limited time of incense. After the time is over, we will judge the poems and finally select the top three."

"Of course, the head of the Wang family also hopes to print the poems of these talented men into books, and they will be sold in Xihe City or even outside Xihe Prefecture."

"Now, the literary meeting has officially begun."

After Li Ru's words ended, 24 people began to write poems and lyrics on the stage. During this period, they were actually quite boring. Of course, what should be prepared is also a little prepared in the background.

A stick of incense is long and short. For those who watch the fun, it is very long. After all, there is no fun, but for those participating, it may be a bit short.

After the incense stick of time was over, Li Ru did not announce the result on the spot, but directly asked someone to remove the table and chairs, and now the formal performance is about to begin.

"I think everyone wants to know the result, but we need to give some time to make a judgment. Now let everyone appreciate the prepared performance. The first one performed was a song "Farewell to Resentment" brought by Miss Qingqing."

Then, a veiled woman came up from the side, of course, with Su Qin in her arms. When she came to the stage, the people beside her must have been prepared. The Qingqing girl came to the stage and sat cross-legged on the ground, put Su Qin on the stage in front, and was about to start playing.

With the slightly resentful piano music resounding throughout the chrysanthemum garden, the real performance began.

Li Ru, on the other hand, judged the poems and works with several old scholars, and finally selected the three best poems.

Yang Yichuan and Xiaoxiang finally tasted the chrysanthemum brew as they wished, which was different from what Yang Yichuan imagined. Yang Yichuan felt that it was either like beer, which made him feel that it was not good to drink, or he would like to have juice and beer. However, it was actually different, with a slight smell of wine, but it had a clear fragrance, which could even be said to be a bit similar to tea.

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

"Not bad, very good. Master Wang, how much can you make this year?"

"This depends on the situation. Normally, only one thousand jars a year. If the palm of the chrysanthemum is not good or does not meet the standards, it may be even less."

"Wow, it's really a small one, how did you sell it?"

"I also like to drink this chrysanthemum sausage, so I stayed a lot myself and took some of them to give gifts. In fact, it was not sold to the public."

"I didn't expect that the head of the Wang family still has this hobby, which is not bad. Has the head of the Wang family used wild chrysanthemums to make wine?"

"The wild chrysanthemums on the roadside are not good, but if they are more quiet, it is the best choice. But it is really hard to find, so I built a chrysanthemum garden myself, planted chrysanthemums myself, and brewed chrysanthemums."

"Well, the idea is good. When you say that, I suddenly have an idea. With the chrysanthemum garden, it might be good if three other yards are built."

Of course, Yang Yichuan’s idea is not just about thinking, but it is likely to be put into practice. Now he is still developing technology and improving his life, and the lives of the people may get better and better. In terms of material improvement, he naturally cannot be left behind.

"Your Highness has a grand idea, and I really admire him."

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

"One hundred altars are really too many, at most fifty altars, so there can't be more."

"One hundred cannot be missing."

"Sixty, Your Highness can only have sixty jars at most. This year's chrysanthemum brew has not started to be brewed, and there are not many survivals anymore. I have to keep some of them myself."

"ninety."

After the two discussed, Wang Xin finally decided to give Yang Yichuan 80 jars of chrysanthemum wine. Yang Yichuan originally wanted to give money, but Wang Xin said that his chrysanthemum wine had not yet been sold and was always given to others. In the end, Yang Yichuan accepted Wang Xin's gift.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!