The eldest daughter of a peasant family: They are all my sisters’ passers-by

Chapter 51

"I will fully cooperate with you according to your arrangements."

He Jinyu didn't even frown, and agreed without hesitation, expressing his willingness to assist. This attitude made Zhou Xingnan a little confused.

He and He Jinyu met in Xunyang and have known each other for many years. He Jinyu is not the kind of person who is willing to be left behind, otherwise the He family would not have kept those illegitimate children under control.

Zhou Xingnan's scrutinizing gaze fell on her, and Lan Wangshu looked back at her calmly.

He looked away feeling somewhat guilty. He didn't know why he dodged unconsciously.

Lan Wangshu blinked his eyes. After hearing the business secrets, he had to come up with something.

"Jingyang, do you want to make some contribution? You should have friends."

Zhou Xingnan's eyes lit up. Who was he looking down on? He had the most friends, and it would be an honor for him to give away Zui Fusheng's things. He nodded in agreement.

"What should we do specifically on Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Lan Wangshu reached into his wide sleeves and actually took out the plan from the space.

A stack of papers came out of the sleeve. Everyone was a little puzzled that there was so much paper in the sleeve but no one could tell.

He Jinyu's eyes fell on the project plan, and he was a little stunned. He turned a page, and the text made him frown and then put his eyebrows down. He read it over and over again for a long time. He almost closed the book and put it on the table, with a look of loss on his face.

"Is there anything wrong that needs to be modified?"

Lan Wangshu saw that his expression was not very good and thought that something had gone wrong. There was less than half a month left, so it was still not too late to make changes now.

"Wangshu, what's wrong with your brain? I've been doing business with my father for so many years, and I've never had this idea. Do you know how much traffic this will bring to the county? Do you know how much impact it will have on the business community?"

The main focus this time is the joint name. Dingzhenlou already has a good reputation, and then the poem by Li Qingzhao aroused the curiosity of scholars about Zui Fu Sheng, and then the activity of chanting osmanthus was launched, and the best winners could receive festival gifts from both places.

In this way, if successful, the two industries will be tied together to form a powerful combination.

"I do have a method, but the success rate is not that high. It is difficult to copy. After all, good poems are hard to come by."

She reached out to refill tea for others, looking nonchalant.

"That's right. Wangshu's poems are indeed excellent."

"Why doesn't Miss Lan write her own name?"

Liu Huaian was very puzzled. Others all wanted to become famous, but it was just the opposite for her.

"It really wasn't written by me. Don't you think poems written under different names have different styles? How could it be written by the same person?"

Lan Wangshu is a person who respects intellectual property rights very much, and she disdains to be a thief. She has her own system and herself, so there is no need to rely on this.

"Then write another poem by Li Bai."

Zhou Xingnan was playing with the glass in his hand. The boy laughed freely with a gleam in his eyes.

"Why don't you come up with a question?"

Lan Wangshu thought it was feasible, but there were too many poems by Li Bai and he really didn’t know which one to memorize at the moment.

Li Yanhuan thought that Lan Wangshu might have really recited someone else's poem, so he quickly got down from the hanging chair, ran downstairs, and brought up some stationery.

"Come on, come on, write a poem. I want to see how your poem is. Why don't I come up with the topic?"

Lan Wangshu looked at her malicious eyes and smile, and knew what she was planning with just his toes. He shook his head, thinking that he was still young and didn't know the power of Li Bai.

"Ms. Li, please."

"Why not make it about watching the moon and drinking wine during the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Lan Wangshu laughed out loud at that time, with a helpless expression. Wasn't this just walking into trouble?

"Ms. Li, what kind of mood do you want me to be in when appreciating the moon?"

Lan Wangshu smiled a little wickedly, stood up and moved closer to Li Yanhuan's face, scaring Li Yanhuan so much that she took a big step back, her eyes evasive and her face a little red. Why didn't she notice that Lan Wangshu looked more and more handsome before? She must be drunk.

"up to you."

Li Yanhuan sat on the other side, fanning himself vigorously with the round fan in his hand, looking very angry.

Lan Wangshu raised her eyebrows. Li Yanhuan was becoming more and more difficult to serve. He kept causing trouble for her and made her even more angry. She smiled helplessly, opened the lid of the inkstone, picked up the pen and dipped it in ink.

She pinched the sleeve of her right hand with her left hand, closed her eyes and went over it in her mind, wondering if there was anything that was not in line with the times and needed to be changed. In the eyes of others, she was just in deep thought, and several pairs of eyes were fixed on her.

Lan Wangshu was startled when he opened his eyes. The tip of his pen trembled. He lowered his head and concentrated on writing on the paper.

She seemed to have a plan in mind, her brushstrokes were fluent, and the familiar Slender Gold style was used.

A pot of wine in the flower room, no blind date alone.

Toast Mingyue, and Yingying became three people.

The month does not drink, the shadow follower follows me.

For the time being with the moon, Xingle must be in spring.

I linger on the moon, my dancing is chaotic.

When waking up, they meet each other, and when they are drunk, they disperse.

Yongjie ruthless tour, phase Yun Yunhan.

Finally, she signed her name in the corner of the poem, Li Bai.