You are my golden finger

Chapter 210 Hangzhou Travel (4)

However, Xihui and Xinfeng were very confident about the work of the poetry festival, because Xingcheng and Xiaowen had Shangguan Qing and her cousin Luo Xiaorui to help, so there was no need to worry about a shortage of manpower.

Coincidentally, that day when Xihui and Xinfeng came to Baidi to drive away the two lechers, Shangguan Qing was taking his cousin Luo Xiaorui, who had just arrived in Hangzhou, to visit the garden of Delicious House. Seeing that Xingcheng and Xiaowen were a little overwhelmed, he stepped forward to help.

Luo Xiaorui is the daughter of the Minister of Rites and the niece of Mr. Shangguan. She has been very close to Shangguan Qing since childhood. From that day on, the two of them came to help every day when they were free.

The world of young people is wonderful in its own way, full of agility and hope, and it also injects infinite vitality into the world.

After three days of viewing time for the literati and poets, people began to enter the venue with number plates to write and submit poems.

There is no strict time limit for writing and submitting poems. You can submit them within three days. After entering the venue, contestants only need to draw a poem topic and rhythm, sit down at the desk designated by the organizing committee, and leave after submitting the poem. However, contestants cannot re-enter after leaving.

It doesn't matter if you can't write for the moment, Delicious House will provide delicious meals. But if you want to stay overnight, it won't be so comfortable, there is only a simple tent.

Lin Taifu and other judges were divided into groups of three and began to score and comment on the poems that received good reviews from the second day. The reasons for the comments were not required to be many, and they mainly pointed out the scoring points for the high-scoring poems. Low-scoring poems basically did not need to be commented on, and the work was done in a completely assembly-line manner.

At the end of the day, the poems that everyone judged to have low scores were eliminated after the summary, and the poems that were unanimously rated high were also put aside. For controversial poems, everyone discussed and decided the final score, striving to be fair, just, and reasonable.

By the third day, there were very few writers who had not submitted their poems. By the evening, when the competition deadline came, all the poems were turned in. The judges were really awesome. They scored the poems that were submitted overnight and summarized all the entries.

However, what surprised everyone was that there was an extra essay at the end that was not part of the entry.

The title of the article is "On the Love of Lotus". Upon closer inspection, the author is the elusive and famous Mu Qinglin.

None of the judges noticed when the author came or when he submitted his work.

"Hui'er, when was this article delivered?" Master Lin found Xihui and asked him about the situation.

"Oh, Master, I was just about to talk to you about this. This work was sent by a little boy. When he sent the article, he only said that his master sent this work not for participation in the review, but to encourage the world's scholars."

Master Lin was very disappointed. He had admired Mu Qinglin for a long time and had wanted to get to know her. He also thought that he could take this opportunity to catch a glimpse of her beauty.

"I only love the lotus because it grows out of the mud but is not stained, and washes in the clear water but is not coquettish. It is hollow inside and straight outside, without vines or branches. The fragrance becomes clearer as it gets farther away, and it stands tall and clean. It can be admired from afar but not played with." Master Lin recited aloud in ecstasy.

"What a great article! It is truly a masterpiece that will be remembered for ages!" the teachers praised in unison.

Finally, everyone unanimously decided to set up a special prize for "On the Love of Lotus", and the talented Master Lin would pay three hundred taels of his own money to reward the author Mu Qinglin.

But the teachers were not happy about this, and finally decided that Master Lin would pay one hundred taels, and the remaining two hundred taels would be shared by several teachers.

Lin Xijin didn't know whether to laugh or cry when she heard the news. Originally, she just wanted to use this to promote the spirit of lotus and encourage scholars to not pursue fame and fortune, keep themselves clean, and have a noble character that does not follow the vulgar world.

Unexpectedly, this would attract the judges' appreciation and love for talent, and they vied to give money to reward the author.

It was impossible for the teachers to pay for this. Lin Xijin asked Xihui to tell the Grand Tutor that the three hundred taels would be paid by the organizer of the poetry meeting, and no one had to spend any money.

The activity of raising money to give out bonuses was stopped.

However, Lin Xijin's action instead aroused the suspicion of the perceptive old man, Master Lin. He muttered the three words "Mu Qinglin" thoughtfully, as if he had thought of something.

Mu Qinglin did not show up during the award ceremony, and Xihui took out a note from Mu Qinglin that was sent by a child. In the note, Mu Qinglin only said that the prize money did not need to be given to him, but was considered as his donation and would be kept as the award fund for the next session.

Mu Qinglin's action made the master more confident in his idea. The "Mu" in Mu Qinglin is the "Mu" in Murongxu, the "Qing" is the "Qing" in Qingyuan, and the "Lin" is the "Lin" in Lin Xijin. It is self-evident who the author is.

However, Master Lin did not reveal his guess to everyone, but sighed to Lin Xijin in private: "Jin'er, you are a person with great love and great talent. I admire you!"

Lin Xijin pretended not to know why he was so sentimental and just said politely, "Thank you! Thank you!" and laughed it off.

Lin Xijin didn't dare to take the credit for this. She was just a repeater or copier of the great writers of ancient times.

But she is willing to be a seed drill, sowing the seeds of civilization in people's barren hearts, letting it take root, sprout, and bloom into gorgeous flowers.

With the closing of the poetry festival, the tourism festival also came to a perfect end. But the tourism boom in Hangzhou has not ended.

More and more people heard the news and rushed to Hangzhou for tourism. It was not until the end of summer vacation in late July that the flow of people decreased slightly.

However, preliminary statistics show that the income from the two-month Hangzhou tourism has exceeded 30 million taels. According to past practice, 30% is reserved for local construction and 70% is turned over to the national treasury. The national treasury income for these two months is more than 20 million taels, which is equivalent to one-third of the national income of Dajin last year.

Thinking that the court would have a steady stream of income from Hangzhou, which laid golden eggs, the emperor couldn't stop smiling, and once again credited Lin Xijin for his achievement in his heart.

The emperor even wanted to develop more tourist cities, which coincided with Lin Xijin's idea.

Because the Imperial College was to start classes in early August, the group returned to Kyoto in late July.

Lin Xijin was more than four months pregnant at this time, and her belly was already very prominent, comparable to that of other women who were five or six months pregnant.

Everyone guessed that she was pregnant with twins. Murong Xu asked the imperial physician to take her pulse and the physician also said that she was pregnant with twins.

Only Lin Xijin herself knew that this time she was pregnant with three babies.

One day, Mu Jin came back from medical school on a day off and saw her oversized belly. She thought it was abnormal. She silently stepped forward to check her pulse and asked, "Sister Jin, are you pregnant with your third child this time?"

"Shh, don't make any noise. I'll give everyone a surprise then." Lin Xijin made a gesture to keep quiet and instructed.

In fact, it’s not that Lin Xijin didn’t want to tell everyone, but she just didn’t want to increase everyone’s unnecessary worries. After all, giving birth to a single baby was extremely difficult in ancient times, and giving birth to twins was even more dangerous, let alone triplets?