Chapter 121: Your power minister is so good

She slowly raised her eyes, with a small smile on the corner of her mouth, "This silver-grey mink fur cloak is made of the mink fur that my grandmother sent to the Cheng family. Unexpectedly, the Cheng family's brother would love it so much. , No one will touch..."
Cheng De's face was ugly.
This mink fur cloak was sent by his mother to the city of Shengjing. Silver-gray mink fur is very rare. He knows the value, so he always wears it carefully.
Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a gift from Nanfu!
Thinking of the action of opening Nan Baoyi just now, his cheeks were slightly hot, so he had to strain his face and said coldly: "Nothing outside of the body, whoever gave it is the same."
Nan Yan followed to make a round: "Yes, it's just a big cloak. It's not that Mr. Cheng can't afford it. It's just that Mr. Cheng likes to be clean, so he is not used to outsiders touching his clothes."
"Sister knows the Cheng family well!" Nan Baoyi admired, "I don't know, I thought you were his fiancée. Also, you two are standing together, you really are a gangster and a woman who looks embarrassed and scornful--"
"Nan Baoyi!" Cheng Deji snapped.
"The little girl is very talented and shallow. If there are any wrong words, I hope the two Haihan." Nan Baoyi was blessed and noticed the manuscript paper that Nan Yan was holding in his arms, and couldn't help laughing, "Why, sister too Learn that "Chen Ci Sing Chuan", planning to write a book and sell it?"
Nan Yan did not want to lose face in front of Nan Baoyi, so she denied: "Of course not. These manuscripts are all poems written by me in Su Ri, but they are only taken out and bound into a book as a souvenir. Selling the book she wrote is too much. Go fishing for fame."
After speaking, he looked at Cheng Deji quietly, as if begging him not to reveal himself.
As a man, Cheng De's self-esteem bursts instantly when he is stared at by the eyes of his daughter's family, and smiles gently at her to show her comfort.
The shopkeeper happened to come out to sweep the snow with a broom in his arms, and when he saw Nan Yan still pestering here, he couldn't help but resent: "I said that the poems you wrote are sour. Our bookstore can't look down on it. It's impossible to print and sell it for you! The girl is so sensible, why are you still standing here?! Walk around, don't delay my snow removal!"
The lie was exposed, Nan Yan tightly held the manuscript paper, her pretty face turned red and white.
Cheng Deli was like a interpretive flower, and said softly: "High and low, a merchant who does business, naturally does not understand the beauty of poetry."
He glanced under the eaves.
The bookstore has a book stand there, and all the popular colloquial scripts are displayed.
He picked up a copy of "The Handbook of Traitors" and sarcastically said: "Books with vulgar content like this can be sold in South Vietnam. It can be seen that the people have very poor eyesight and are not lucky enough to appreciate truly elegant articles."
"Exactly." Nan Yan was full of sadness, "This is the sorrow of the entire literary world, Master Cheng, with your and my strength, I am afraid that it is not enough to change the eyes and standards of the people. It is better to ask the prefect, to communicate these The slang book is listed as a banned book, and the government will ban it."
Nan Baoyi was amused by them.
These two sang a harmony, it's a pity not to play the double reed!
It is also banned. Where did Taishou Cheng have the power to ban books?
She sternly said: "Although poems and songs are rare, popular words are also indispensable in life. I think that what the people like has value."
"Jiaojiao's remarks are not good. What the people like may not be good. The government should come forward to promote truly elegant articles, so that every citizen can get the influence of art." Nan Yan has a voice, daring to be the first in the world. expression.
Nan Baoyi sneered: "What do I look at, it's your poetry collection that no one cares about, so I hate those popular scripts?"
Cheng Deji was unhappy: "The Nanyan girl is lonely and elegant, how can she be jealous of others? Nan Baoyi, don't save a gentleman's belly with a villain."
He turned to Nan Yan solemnly, "I returned to Jinguan City for the first time. I plan to host a banquet in Guanxue Lake in the future. Some of them set up bookstores in their homes. If Nan Yan is willing, you might as well come to the party. I can recommend it for you, let them know the name of your talented woman, and print a collection of poems for you."
Nan Yan was overjoyed and hurriedly gave a blessing. "Thank you Master Cheng for your love, but Yan'er is disrespectful!"
Cheng Deji turned to Nan Baoyi again, "Although I don't want to admit it, you are indeed my fiancee. Later, you can come and have a banquet at the Snow Lake. Poetry and lyrics, you are not talented, you will be embarrassed."
After he left, Nan Yan couldn't help himself, holding the collection of poems and boarding the hired carriage.
She opened the curtains and looked at Nan Baoyi provocatively: "Jiaojiao, I will definitely go to see the feast of the Snow Lake in the future. If you want, I can make two poems reciting the winter scenery on your behalf. , Don’t shame you."
Nan Baoyi raised her eyebrows and said, "Don't bother you."
"Then I am waiting for my sister's'masterpiece'." Nan Yan smiled triumphantly.
Nan Baoyi watched her carriage go away and couldn't help kicking the snow.
The bookstore shopkeeper approached with a broom, "Ms. Nanwu, who is your sister? Tsk, you didn't see it, she carried a stack of poems into the bookstore, only looked at people through her nostrils, and opened her mouth to ask us to print and sell for her. , Don’t look at how many catties you are, do you really think you’re a poet? Bah! Who do you look down on!"
Nan Baoyi remembered that he had just demolished Nan Yan's platform, and couldn't help but give him a thumbs up, "Uncle shopkeeper is the best!"
She took the dividend from the shopkeeper and rushed to the opposite side of the long street.
The Minister of Power is so good, she told him to wait here, and he really waited here with the reins, without moving half a step!
She was sweet in her heart and shook the envelope at him triumphantly, "It's the dividend from selling the book! Second brother, what do you want to eat, I invite you!"
Xiao Yi walked forward side by side with her.
When I remembered that she had spoken to Cheng Deji just now, he opened his mouth and closed his mouth as "Big Brother Cheng". He was very uncomfortable, so even his body was much colder.
There are many vendors on the roadside.
He stood in front of a stall, "I want to eat this."
Nan Baoyi is counting her silver bills. She didn't earn much this month, only 600 taels.
She raised her eyes and saw that the ministers wanted to eat fresh food.
This stall is luxuriously decorated and obviously the most expensive one in the whole street.
Thinking of the twenty thousand taels of silver bills that were swindled by the Minister of Power, she suddenly felt a little subtle.
She is someone who wants to save money, but she can't spend it lavishly.
So she reluctantly smiled and said: "What kind of fresh food to eat in the cold weather? I think roasted sweet potatoes are good. Why should I ask my second brother to eat roasted sweet potatoes? It's warm and full..."
The key is cheap!
Only five cents!
Xiao Yi looked at another stall, "Since you don't want to invite Hexian, then change to spicy fried rabbit meat."
Spicy fried rabbit meat is also quite expensive!
Nan Baoyi replied: "Second brother, should we choose roasted sweet potatoes? Brother Jiang said, eating whole grains is good for your health..."