Ten copper coins?
Everyone couldn't help but be shocked.
What was this amount of money to them?
Even if it fell to the ground, they wouldn't bother to pick it up.
Zhang Feng actually sold this braised food to them for ten copper coins. What was the difference between that and giving it away?
Furthermore, it was a recipe that had been passed down in their family for hundreds of years!
Zhang Feng belonged to the Fenghuang Ridge in Yangzhou. Furthermore, they had been to Fenghuang Ridge before and even brought back Zhang Feng's portrait for comparison. When the people there saw Zhang Feng's portrait, they couldn't help but sigh.
They all said that the Zhang family actually had descendants. Wait a minute.
The tragedy of the Zhang family couldn't be faked. If only a few families said so, they suspected that it was a trap set up by Zhang Feng.
However, they had traveled to almost every corner of Phoenix Ridge, from children to teenagers. Even the elderly, who were seventy or eighty years old, could recognize the portrait at first glance. Unless they had lived together for a long time, it was impossible for them to remember it so clearly.
However, after experiencing all this, he was actually so generous as to use ten copper coins to sell this recipe at such a cheap price.
What was the difference between this and giving it away for free?
They couldn't help but thank Zhang Feng again from the bottom of their hearts. Then, they discussed the details of their cooperation once again.
They sat for a full six hours. Just as the oil lamps were about to be lit, Ouyang Kai's people left in satisfaction. Looking at their departing backs, Zhang Feng's smiling eyes flashed with a hint of coldness.
However, at this moment, He Zhongzheng, who had already left, hurriedly returned. He looked at Zhang Feng and slapped his forehead, saying, "Aiyaya, I almost delayed something important. Isn't this the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet on the 12th? Here is an invitation letter. I hope that Brother Zhang Feng will be magnanimous enough to forgive us. Due to procedural reasons, we forgot about the autumn harvest and only remembered about it now. Without this invitation letter announcing the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Personnel, we would not be able to enter that place. "
The corner of Zhang Feng's mouth twitched as he silently cursed the old fox. However, his expression was one of pleasant surprise as he received the invitation letter from He Zhongzheng's hands. At this moment, He Zhongzheng said, "Brother, let's meet again twelve days later at Swallow Descent Restaurant?"
Zhang Feng cupped his fists: "Alright, let's meet again at Swallow Descent Restaurant twelve days later!"
Twelve days!
Since there were only twelve days left?
Zhang Feng sighed as he watched them leave. Only then did he open the invitation in his hand.
The invitation card detailed the things to take note of at the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meet and other things. Looking at these things to take note of, Zhang Feng was also secretly preparing in his heart. The things to take note of for this Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meet. If it was poetry, a center could easily come up with it. However, it seemed a little too monotonous.
Football was even worse. As for morning exercises, to do it in the middle of the night?
The light at night in the Tang Dynasty was not good. If he did that, it would simply be a disgrace. After thinking about it, Zhang Feng suddenly realized that he really did not have anything to take out. He could not help but search for some images of him participating in such activities in the future. One by one, they flashed through his mind. Then, according to the current situation, Michael Jackson suddenly froze in Zhang Feng's mind.
The father of street dance!
If it was Class One's dance, it would be at Yue Descent Restaurant, a place that specialized in such things. If Zhang Feng only found some girls there, it would only smear Zhang Feng's reputation.
In the Tang Dynasty, except for the top few singers, singers were all the lowest positions. They were things to please people, and they were the lowest people.
As for Jingshu, her attainments in music had already reached the peak. If it were not for the difference between men and women, perhaps at this time, Jingshu could really become a master in music.
After Zhang Feng excluded the girls from the dance, Zhang Feng could not help but look at Idiot Wei, who was poking his head out of the door. These guys were obviously people with excessive energy. If they were coached, they should be able to complete some simple movements in twelve days. Street dance movements …
…
The weather was getting colder and colder, and the fog in the mountain was getting thicker and thicker. It was another morning, and Xiao Mountain was as mysterious as a fairy mountain hidden in the clouds.
At this time, the wake-up bell had been rung three times. Usually at this time, the academy would have been overcrowded. The students had already gotten up and were in the courtyard in twos and threes, exercising their voices, reciting poems, or practicing the Five Animal Frolics.
However, since the appearance of morning exercises, all the students were most enthusiastic about basketball.
At this time, no one could be seen, but if one went to the basketball court in the sports field, one would definitely see it.
However, it was a little strange recently.
Perhaps due to the cold weather, only after the bell had rung three times for a long time could one faintly see students in twos and threes. They shrunk their necks and hurriedly walked to and fro in the academy. Some of them even had rice bowls under their armpits. They shrunk their necks and walked towards the canteen while reading a book. It was obvious that they no longer had the lively feeling from before. This was all caused by the cold weather.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
