Rebirth: The Farmer Girl's Backlash.
Chapter 255

Fang Qitong sent an embroider named Wang.

This man was only forty years old, and his narrow eyes were calculating. As he saw Shen Yan being sent by Pei Yuwen, his eyes were extremely arrogant.

Shen Yan, who was as strong as a small white rabbit, was no match for him. The two stood facing each other, looking like it was Shen Yan who was being oppressed.

However, most people, especially men, sympathize with women. Seeing such a fight, they were more interested in seeing the cute and weak Shen Yan.

“You only have half an incense stick. Anyone who can recognize this fabric more quickly and accurately and write its characteristics will be the winner. There are more than three hundred pieces of cloth here. Some of them are ancient materials. In other words, the material was now gone. If you can recognize these ancient materials, then you are truly capable. I look forward to your looks."

Pei Yuwen had no expertise in this field, and was unlike a true expert. But anyway, he was already halfway through.

“Don't worry, Miss. Shen Yan was a very capable person.His courage to go forward to face challenges, it showed that he was confident." Qingyue looked at the collection of cloth and looked at Shen Yan nervously

In fact, he was the most nervous person, but he was here to comfort Pei Yuwen.

Pei Yuwen took out the package from his waist, then he himself tied it to Qingyue: don't worry, don't affect your mood.

As soon as the parcel was tied around her waist, Qingyue felt her mood was already very relaxed. He smelled the fragrance curiously and took a deep breath.

"It smells so good! What'sthis?"

“i concocted it myself. There are actually five types of flower leaves. The five petals of the flower combined have calming properties." After Pei Yuwen said to Qingyue, he looked in the opposite direction

Half the incense sticks have been lit. Wang had a pen, ink, paper and inkstone placed in front of him. Wang moved very quickly and recognized ten types of cloth at once, then immediately wrote on paper. On the other hand, Shen Yan continued to touch the cloth. He saw it again and again, touched it again and again, even kept it to smell it.

Some in the audience said: Even though I am an amateur, I have always considered how to recognize a cloth by kissing it using his nose, this is very strange.

"Is it okay for a little girl? As the saying goes, the older you are, the hotter it gets. In my opinion, that little girl did not have such an incredible chance of winning!"

Pei Yuwen looked towards the speaker. Those people looked ordinary and there was nothing special about him. However, they looked at Fang Qitong from time to time.

In other words, this was not an ordinary appearance at all, but rather someone Fang Qitong had summoned to mentally destroy his opponent. They only wanted to make Shen Yan even more frantic, just like the soldiers on the battlefield, once they lost their spirit, in the end they would be defeated, and the opponent could still win without fighting.

Shen Yan did not seem to listen to the conversation. He was completely immersed in his own thoughts. Time passed slowly, and he was still staring at the cloth in front of him. He took out the cloths in the basket one by one, and saw less and less of the cloth in the basket. However, he did not write a word.

No one knows what he's thinking. Does he know her, or does he not recognize her at all? If he recognized her, shouldn't he have written it? .

"What is Shen Yan doing? Does he recognize her?" the embroider next to Qingyue, a middle-aged woman named Zhen, asked anxiously.

"Let's just relax, we have to trust him." Qingyue, who was very nervous earlier, started to comfort others.

At this moment, in the opposite corner, a man crossed his legs, played with the teacup in his hand, and looked forward with a faint look.

Duanmu Moyan raised his eyes and glanced at his subordinates: It is true, the words that say "emperor is not in a hurry to kill eunuchs" . Wen'er is not an evasive flower. If I really helped her, she would only be wary of me, and then I would not be able to enter her heart. Now this is good. I just need to watch him in the dark and protect him.

The subordinate muttered: You helped him, and he doesn't know, so what's the point? In the end, it was not a waste of water.

“There is a kind of destiny called destiny. My fate with him was predestined long ago. Even if we try to get water, we won't take water from the bamboo basket." Jawan Duanmu Moyan's.

The fight on stage is coming to an end. There was only a small piece of cloth in front of Wang. As for Shen Yan, just looking at everything, but not writing a single word. Some people assumed that he could not write, so he did not write a word for a long time.

Now Shen Yan rolled up his sleeves and started writing, and everyone started to look forward to it.

"Yes God! The little girl actually wrote with both hands," said someone in shock.

Pei Yuwen's eyes also showed shock.

Qingyue closed her mouth and said: This girl is very deep.

“I'm suddenly looking forward to this round.” Amidst the crowd, an old man shook his head while saying something.

“You showed off like this at a very young age. Just wait, if it's not well written, it'll just make people laugh." The people Fang Qitong invited began to sneer again.

“Even if he shows off, at least he shows off, then what if the writing is not good? He is young and still has time to work hard. But you parents don't have a chance even if you want to work hard." An aunt next to her sneered: Kind little girl, Auntie likes you.

Shen Yan wrote swiftly without being affected by the sneers of others. Half the incense sticks were exhausted quickly. When the incense went out, Kim shouted loudly: Stop.

Shen Yan stopped writing. Wang who was opposite him, frowned and stopped writing.

The two maids came forward and picked up the paper written by Shen Yan and Wang. Judging from the paper, the two wrote a lot, but he did not know how accurate it was. In this case, the only way to make a decision is based on accuracy.

The result is in the hands of ten judges. They shared the papers that the contestants had written to each other, and as they shared them, they pointed at the paper and talked about something. Judging from their appearance, both of them must be extremely strong, otherwise they would not be in such a difficult situation.

"Ding ding ding" There's a bell in Kim's hand. Ringing the bell now, means stopping everyone talking.

“The result is already in. We were surprised.” Jin glanced at the middle-aged man beside him.

The middle-aged man nodded and said: yes, we are indeed shocked. Both of them are very strong in this aspect, almost as good as each other. After deliberating, we finally made a unanimous decision. However, even though the winner was already determined, it was still for others.

Fang Qitong asked excitedly: Sir, please stop showing off. Tell me immediately, who is it? .

“We'd better let them tell you themselves." The middle-aged man Han Sen looked at Wang and Shen Yan, and said again: Wang, we are acquaintances. I know your power best. Let's tell them first, and tell everyone, what kind of cloth you wrote. Do you think you wrote it correctly? .