There are several bamboo plates of different sizes scattered under the big plum trees in Qiyuan, and I don’t know what they are for.

Until a guest walked towards the bamboo plate and put a folding fan into the plate, Xiaoxiao couldn't help but ask Ruicai softly: "What are those bamboo plates used for? Why did the guest put his fan into the bamboo plate just now?"

"That's a reward." Ruicai said.

Xiaoxiao looked at the folding fan in the bamboo plate. Could it be a valuable ancient fan? It is like the fan of Shi Daizi in Dream of Red Mansions?

The Qiyuan piano fighting has ended, and two or three single songs were played afterwards. This unique "Ancient Music Concert" is the curtain call.

"Do we need a reward too?" Xiaoxiao asked, thinking about it, he didn't have anything valuable with him.

"The reward is voluntary," Ruicai said as he took out his Hunan embroidered purse, "Don't worry, I'm ready for both of us."

Xiaoxiao saw Ruicai take out a pair of small guqin carved from his purse. He looked carefully and found that it was a zither and a zither, only one finger long, but it was made particularly exquisitely.

He smiled and said, "It's rare that you invite me to listen to the song. How can you give me a reward? This zither is your intention, so I won't take advantage of it."

Ruicai thought about it and said: "The reward is just a sign of your wish, and not every guest rewards it."

Xiaoxiao looked at the cute green lotus pods in his hand: "I want to put this bunch of lotus pods on the bamboo plate, but I don't know if it's suitable."

"What's the right thing to do? You bought this bunch of lotus pods from Xingwen Lake and never left your hand. It can be seen that you love them. Now that you transfer the treasures to others, you must be extremely cherished to do so." As soon as Ruicai said, the bunch of lotus pods in Xiaoxiao's hand was even more precious than gold.

Xiaoxiao and Ruicai walked to the bamboo plate and saw ancient books, jewelry, and jade pendant gold hairpins inside.

Ruicai put his pair of green jade zithers into the plate, and a little boy came over, opened a book, and asked Ruicai to leave words on it.

Ruicai took the brush, thought for a while, and wrote a few words on it.

Xiaoxiao's green lotus pod is the least valuable in this bamboo plate, but it is the most conspicuous. For a moment, the child also came over and asked Xiaoxiao to leave words. Xiaoxiao is not good at commenting on music, so he can't just leave the three words "speak well"...

After thinking about it, I borrowed the "Drunk Weng Cao" by my predecessor Su Shi: Langran. Qingyuan. Who plays it? It sounds like the empty mountains and is speechless.

At this time, you have to play deeply, otherwise you will be sorry for such a fairy scene.

After listening to the song, drinking tea, sending gifts, signing words, it’s time to leave this time... People will never leave the guests for lunch.

"Stay on," a boy in ochre clothes stopped everyone, "Mr. Gong prepared a gift for the guests who are destined to be."

The guests were a little excited when they heard this.

Gong Basheng! You heard that right? You are talking about Gong Basheng!

Gong Basheng prepared a gift for him? Just one? Who will he give it to? Who is so destined to be? Who is so lucky?

"The gift is given to the youngest girl among the guests." said the little boy.

There were not many customers, only a few more than twenty, and most of them were men, and the remaining few were middle-aged women.

So everyone focused their eyes on Ruicai and Xiaoxiao. At this moment, the only two girls in Qiyuan could be called girls.

"Your luck is so good," Ruicai smiled slightly and said to the boy, "My friend should be the youngest."

Xiaoxiao was stared at by everyone, and felt a little embarrassed, so he nodded to the child gently.

The little boy in ochre clothes called another little boy in blue, who carried a bamboo basket with a very large handful of lotus buds: "This is the lotus-scented tea made by Mr. Gong himself."

"I thanked Mr. Gong for me." Xiaoxiao took the bamboo basket with both hands, and then she found that every lotus bud was wrapped in thin thread. I thought that the tea was hidden in the bud.

I have heard that someone uses lotus flowers to scent tea to wrap the tea leaves in gauze, and stuff them into the lotus buds at dusk. After a whole night of incense, when the lotus flowers bloom the next day, they just happened to take out the tea bag from it. This is just a scent.

"These white lotus fragrance is relatively strong, and the ones made of Qi Si, and these white lotus are made of Jiu Si," explained the young boy in Qingyi.

"Mr. Gong is intent." Xiaoxiao said politely, and then he felt that Gong Basheng must have seen him, so he raised his head and looked around, but only saw the envious eyes of the guests.

Xiaoxiao looked at these guests and felt that he could not finish drinking so many lotus buns of tea, and most of these teas were green tea, with a short shelf life, so he said to the little boy: "They are all soulmates coming today. I wonder if I can borrow flowers to offer Buddha, and each person will give a lotus branch?"

The little boy said: "Since the gift is given to the girl, it is the girl's. You can make the decision at will."

Xiaoxiao looked at the other guests and saw several of them impatiently coming forward: "Thank you for your kindness! The girl is generous, I admire you!"

In this way, half of the lotus flowers scattered out.

Ruicai chose a white hei from it: "This thing was originally given to you, I'm embarrassed to take it more."

Xiaoxiao took out another piece of pink lotus and gave it to her: "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have come here."

So, every guest walked out of Qiyuan with a lotus flower in his hand and looked satisfied.

"Ming Basheng made tea himself!" A guest was so excited that his hands were trembling, "I can't bear to drink it!"

Another female guest cherished it and said, "Otherwise, I sew two incense bags and put these two packs of tea into the incense bags, so that we can wear it on a daily basis."

"Okay, what I said is wonderful!" The guest nodded frequently.

It seems that the couple are both Gong Basheng's fanatic sister and brother-in-law.

Later, the Yuanlongchao, which is not known for its popularity, had a new name for the Lotus Scent Tea made of lotus buds.

When Xiaoxiao returned home, she only left a few branches of the lotus fragrant tea for her mother, and left all the rest to her.

While the lotus flowers in Yangbi Lake at home were not yet fully shed, Xiaoxiao also planned to ask the girl to sauté some tea according to the method. If it tastes good, she would be more filial to her grandmother.

Xiao Dier picked up the lotus flowers in the bamboo basket and suddenly said, "Girl, there is still a letter in this basket."

Xiaoxiao's heart tightened, and she didn't know what would be written in the letter for a moment. She took the letter from Xiao Di'er and saw that there was no word on the envelope on the cold gold paper. After touching it, she felt that the envelope was thick.

When I opened it, I found that there were dozens of tickets for the "Dongfeng last night" team. Xiaoxiao took out a thick stack of tickets and then opened them into the envelope, which was empty.

I felt a little disappointed, so I picked up one of the play tickets and looked carefully at the cold gold paper with the printed green bamboo. The line of gold characters on it was also printed: Use the piano to know the soul and use the song to make friends.

In the middle, the four words "Last Night's East Wind" were written in cursive script. Xiaoxiao touched it with her hand, but the ink was not completely dry yet. She held it in her hand and looked at it carefully. She really couldn't tell what kind of font it was. Xiaoxiao had never seen such free and beautiful cursive script.

Xiao Dier put away the lotus flowers. Seeing that the bamboo basket looked beautiful but was useless, she thought about putting it in Curry.

Suddenly, I heard the girl say, "I like this bamboo basket, just put it in the Dongji room, put some fruits or flowers in it, they all look good."

Xiao Di'er obeyed her order and saw the girl seemingly going out: "What do the girl want to do? Just tell me."

"Let me look at the loofahs in our yard," Xiaoxiao and his party said and came to the yard, looking up at the luffas growing crazy on the shelf: "Pick those beautiful and plump ones, I want to give them to them."

Xiao Dier just responded and saw the girl walking along the corridor towards the backyard, and hurriedly followed and said, "What is the girl doing? The yard of the people is not the place where the girl goes."

Xiaoxiao said as she walked: "I remember you planted some lentils and peanuts in the backyard. Speaking of which, this is also considered the fruits in my yard. I will pick them as well. I want to give them to someone."

"Yes, girl."

Xiaoxiao had already arrived at the backyard and saw two green lentil racks, and the corns were ripe: "Get a basket and I will pick them in person." As he said that, he asked again: "Who took care of these vegetable fields?"

"It's Ma Po Zi and Longan'er." Xiao Di'er said hurriedly, following the girl in a daze. She had never seen her like this before.

"They have taken good care of it and rewarded them with two months of monthly money each." Xiaoxiao thought for a while and said, "This autumn, everyone in the backyard has added a set of autumn clothes, so you can't pick up yours in vain."

"Miss Xie's appreciation." Xiao Di'er became more and more puzzled. She vaguely noticed something, but she didn't dare to think deeply.

Xiaoxiao took the vegetable basket, picked lentils and corn with his own hands, and dug up peanuts with a small shovel.

Many girls and women in the backyard were at a loss and followed closely behind the girl: "Girl, let me come! The peanuts are covered with dirt, don't dirty the girl's hands..."

Although Xiaoxiao had never done any farm work, she was more capable than the ladies of the Yuanlong Dynasty. She quickly picked a large basket of vegetables and fruits, and then she took a breath.

The girls in the backyard had already set up tables in the courtyard, and placed the best fruit and pastries in the backyard with fear and fear, and then poured a pot of rich Arhat tea. No matter whether the girl eats it or not, she always had to put on her enthusiastic appearance.

Xiaoxiao sat on a small bamboo chair, ate a cup of hot tea, and looked at the entire backyard: "Your yard is well maintained. If you have any needs, just open your mouth. Since you have food and accommodation here, it is considered home."

The servants in the backyard, headed by hairpins, bowed to Xiaoxiao: "The girl's compassion is the fate of her servants."

In Shan Niang's room, Tiao Yan had already returned what happened today to her wife.

Qifan returned early today, so he heard it.

"This child, he has grown up." Shan Niang smiled.

"This is nothing but a temporary boyish mind." Qifan looked out the window, his voice feeling a little depressed.

"Maybe I'm so confused about Tingqin. It is said that the appearance of the zither master cannot be seen in the Qi Garden." Shan Niang seemed to comfort her husband.

Qifan answered the question irrelevantly: "I will go to the village in two days. I will go there for a trip. I may forget it if I come back."

Shan Niang just smiled and said nothing.

When Xiaoxiao returned to his room from the backyard and passed the big parrot that had been silent all year round, he suddenly sighed.

Xiaoxiao stood up and looked at the snow-white and cold big parrot: "Dabai, are you sighing just now?"

It must have been an illusion just now. Dabai couldn't even say anything, so how could he sigh? He sighed so long.
Chapter completed!