The adults looked over immediately.
Song Jinxiu followed County Magistrate Wang into the lobby and looked around calmly.
There were five people in the hall, sitting on chairs. The ones wearing official uniforms should be the two vice ministers. There was a guard with a sword standing straight behind each of them.
There was also a county magistrate's advisor who was pouring tea.
Song Jinxiu glanced at the man, clasped her fists and saluted, saying, "Song Village Clan Leader Song Jinxiu greets you, sir. You have worked hard, sir."
Lu Qiaoshou, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Finance, and Qian Dai, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Revenue, looked at each other, both trying to hide the surprise in their eyes.
They had all read Zhang Zihan's memorials and knew that Song Jinxiu was a girl, but they had never imagined that she was such a pretty girl.
However, seeing the girl's graceful and elegant demeanor made them look at her with new eyes.
Moreover, he is a patriarch.
Although they found it unexpected, it was also expected.
Is it possible that an ordinary person could come up with the idea of extracting oil from soybeans?
Both of them have been in officialdom for a long time and have seen the world. They know that any talented person must not be treated as an ordinary person.
County Magistrate Wang anxiously winked at Song Jinxiu, "Kneel down? Why don't you kneel down and kowtow to the master?"
The voice was not loud, and it seemed as if he was worried about her, but the reminder could be heard by everyone here.
Song Jinxiu was extremely upset. If you hadn't reminded me, my bow would have been forgotten. Didn't you see that neither of the two adults noticed this detail?
But County Magistrate Wang wanted to flatter her and forced her to bow down and kneel, and she was the only one who was unwilling to do so.
To be honest, what annoyed her most about this ancient man was that he had to kneel at every turn.
Song Jinxiu glanced at the two ministers, and seeing them looking at her with smiles, she knelt down reluctantly.
"Oh, forget it, forget it. Miss Song, there's no need to be so polite."
The Minister of Revenue Qian Dai waved his hand. Song Jinxiu quickly stood up straight.
Qian Dai was about five years old, with a fair complexion, regular features, deep eyes, and a sense of wisdom.
At this time, he smiled and said to Song Jinxiu kindly:
"The officer asks you, where is Zhang Zihan, the one who wrote the memorial?"
Song Jinxiu hurriedly said: "My Lord, he is now in our Songjia Village."
"Oh," Qian Dai, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, stroked his beard.
County Magistrate Wang was a little anxious. Why did he ask someone as soon as he met him? Don’t ask anymore, let’s eat first, it will be easier for him to be attentive at the table, right?
You know, as a county magistrate, he has very few opportunities to meet a third-rank official.
If the two assistant ministers were right in front of him, if he could seize the opportunity to show his face, as long as he could catch the eye of one of them, he would be able to rise to prominence.
County Magistrate Wang quickly signaled to his legal advisor to hurry up and prepare the meal. The banquet should be started soon as the meal was ready!
The Minister of Revenue nodded after some hesitation, leaned forward, and asked in a more amiable tone:
"Is the painter here?"
눒Painting? Song Jinxiu remembered the three paintings she had submitted along with the memorial, so she smiled and nodded.
Aren’t you standing here?
The Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue Qian Dai and the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Finance Lu Qiaoshou looked at each other and both showed delight.
The three paintings were the things the two of them discussed the most during their trip.
It's a top-notch product, but unfortunately the emperor kept it as a treasure. So the two of them thought about going to Lunshan County this time, and they would definitely ask for a painting to bring back, and make those officials envy them to death.
Especially Qian Dai, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue.
The Ministry of Revenue could have sent anyone, but he was attracted by the painting, so he decided to go there in person.
Qian Dai smiled and said, "Then please come up. Would you like to ask for a self-portrait first?"
When County Magistrate Wang heard the portrait? Does his daughter know how to do this? He hired masters of music, chess, calligraphy and painting to teach his daughter since she was a child.
As for what Qian Dai and Song Jinxiu said, he listened, but he thought that there could be anyone who could paint in Songjia Village. Can she compare with her own daughter?
How could such a good opportunity be given to others?
"Oh, draw it. My Lord likes the portrait. I will ask the maid to come out right away."
County Magistrate Wang spoke first and immediately ordered someone to call his daughter Wang Leling to come and pay respect to the adult.
Song Jinxiu was stunned. What does Wang Leling have to do here?
She wanted to explain, but County Magistrate Wang smiled and asked her to leave.
"Hey, Chief Song, come here, let me tell you something."
Magistrate Wang waved his hand behind his back at his lawyer, asking him to quickly arrange for his daughter to paint for the adults.
He moved his other hand forward as if to invite Song Jinxiu out for a talk.
Song Jinxiu had no choice but to follow him out.
The two ministers looked at each other and showed delight.
They did not doubt what County Magistrate Wang said.
Didn’t he just say that? His daughter and this Song clan leader are good friends.
Maybe this oil press was built by these two sisters.
The person who could create that picture is certainly not an ordinary person.
It seems that Lunshan County is really a place where hidden dragons and crouching tigers are hidden!
The front and back yards were very close, and soon Wang Leling walked in and brushed shoulders with Song Jinxiu who was coming out.
Magistrate Wang nodded to his daughter and told her, "Paint well."
Wang Leling smiled and nodded and went in. When passing by, he snorted coldly at Song Jinxiu.
Song Jinxiu was led by the county magistrate to their ox cart at the side door of the county government office.
"Miss Song, I will try my best to buy you some time. Please go back to the village and arrange to welcome the two ministers."
Buy me some time? Let Wang Leling draw?
Song Jinxiu glanced at him with a half-smile and nodded, "Okay."
snort! Can anyone imitate your paintings?
Song Jinxiu said nothing and told Li Cheng to drive back to the village.
County Magistrate Wang was right about one thing: their village had to be prepared to welcome the visitors from the capital.
The ox cart started off slowly, and Song Jinfang shouted to the distance: "Brother nephew, hurry up, we are leaving."
Nephew brother? Who is it?
Song Jinxiu frowned as she looked at the man in green clothes who was happily floating over with an oil-paper bag in his hand.
"Why are you still here? I said I'm not the disciple of the old woman Guigu. I don't know her. You've got the wrong person."
Fang Ziyu handed the oil paper bag to Song Jinfang, "Roast chicken, eat it while it's hot."
Song Jinfang glanced at her sister, and seeing that she didn't look at her, she didn't dare to answer.
Fang Ziyu stuffed it into her hand.
"Don't worry, it's not poisonous."
Then he smiled at Song Jinxiu and said, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter whether it is or not, I just want to get to know the girl."
He had just asked the little girl Song Jinfang. The child was very easy to coax and confessed in a few words that her sister was the apprentice of the old woman Guigu.
Fang Ziyu said with a smile: "What you said in the backyard of the county government just now made that little girl and her mother's faces turn green."
He could see clearly from the tree that 께 girl had a bad temper towards him, and he accepted this nun.
He patted his chest and said, "Humph! Do you think people from our Xuantian Sect are easy to bully?
Master 께, from now on, let's join forces and fight each other. It will be so satisfying. ”
Song Jinxiu was so confused that she was about to be confused: What do you mean by mother and daughter?
Who is your mother?
Song Jinxiu wondered if this person was sick. Both mother and daughter came out. Are there such mean people?
But no matter how Song Jinxiu explained, this stupid guy just refused to leave.
Song Jinxiu had no choice but to let him follow her.
After all, this person might really be a disciple of Xuantian Sect, and she couldn't just scold him.
Song Jinxiu was dozing off and didn't want to pay attention to him.
The ox cart swayed back to the village, and Fang Ziyu and Jinfang chatted animatedly along the way.
One is called Aunt 께 and the other is called Brother Nephew. I don't know how the seniority is determined.
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