Jincheng flower hour

Early in the morning, Quanzi came back from Luwei Lake and brought back several fish.As soon as he got home, he saw A'he talking with his mother in the yard.

"Gunzi, Erlang asked you to send fish to the dealer, and you will send fish every day from now on."

Seeing Quanzi coming back, Mother Liu told Quanzi the good news.

"I'm going to entertain guests today, have you caught any big fish?"

Ah He came over to check Gouzi's bamboo basket, and saw three big fish and some miscellaneous fish lying in the bamboo basket.

"Really capable! You follow me there."

"Oh."

Gouzi picked up the bamboo basket and followed Ahe to the farmer's yard.

Before approaching the dealer's yard, Quanzi heard a strange sound, melodious and pleasant, very beautiful. He looked around and saw Zhuang Yang adjusting his musical instrument behind the camellia tree.Quanzi walked around the camellia tree to look at Zhuang Yang, but aside from his fishy smell, he still had important matters at this time.

Zhuang Yang didn't pay attention to the dog's arrival, he played the strings, fascinated by the sound of the piano.

Gouzi followed Ahe to the well and poured the fish into a large wooden basin.

"Ah Ho, who is this person?"

Hearing a loud voice behind him, Quanzi looked back and saw Zhuangjia Dalang.This man was tall, his eyes and nose were similar to Zhuang Yang's, but he was not as beautiful as Zhuang Yang's. He had a square face and thick eyebrows, and looked a little stern.

From a distance, Zhuang Bing recognized the clothes on Quanzi's body as Zhuang Yang's old clothes.

"Da Lang, this is a child from the Liu family who lives on the west bank, called Ah Hong. He can fish, buy some fish from him."

Gouzi saluted, he stared blankly at Zhuang Bing, wondering if Zhuang Yang would be so serious when he grows up?

Zhuang Bing went up to have a look at the fish, he was very satisfied when he saw that the fish was plump and fresh.

"They all caught the fish themselves?"

"Yes."

"Don't look at him as young, he knows everything about fishing, hunting and farming, even bows..."

Ahe chattered endlessly, but Zhuang Bing interrupted her and asked Quanzi:

"how old are you?"

"Thirteen."

Looking at Quanzi, Zhuang Bing couldn't help thinking that he was also a little boy when he arrived in Zhuli.It is not easy to support a family at such a young age.

Gouzi silently carried the bamboo basket back, and he glanced at the camellia tree, Zhuang Bing noticed this little move.

"Ah Ho, give him more money."

"Erlang ordered."

Ah He took out his purse, poured out a few coins, counted them, and put them on the dog's palm.Quanzi took it and bowed to Zhuang Bing.Quanzi didn't linger and was about to leave when she suddenly saw Zhuang Lan running out of the house. She saw Quanzi and shouted happily: "Brother Ahong, you are here!"

"Well, come and deliver the fish."

Gouzi put the copper coin into his bosom, contented.

"Brother is playing the piano, do you want to listen?"

Zhuang Yang's piano sound has never stopped, soft and long, like the wind blowing his ears.

Gouzi stared at Zhuang Yang behind the camellia tree, he was stunned, shook his head, and said to Zhuang Lan, "I want to feed the pigs."

In fact, the pig had already been fed. For some reason, seeing Zhuang Yang who was playing the piano gracefully behind the camellia tree, Quanzi felt ashamed for the first time. He pulled the rope of the basket and quickly left the farmyard.

Zhuang Bing watched Quan Zi's figure leave, and asked Zhuang Lan, "Alan, do you know him?"

In Zhuli, Zhuang Lan's only playmates are A Li and A Ping, and she has never seen her so intimate with a child from other people's family.

"I know, brother is so stupid, he is brother Ahong, he lives across from our house."

"Brother Ah Hong is amazing. He also taught me, Ah Ping, and Ah Li to bow and arrow. Standing here, he can hit the target hanging on the tree over there. He even took us there..."

Zhuang Lan is a chatterbox, and she and Zhuang Bing talked about their friendship with Gouzi.Zhuang Bing soon learned about Quanzi's situation. He and his mother were kicked out of the house by relatives and came to live in Zhuli. His father died early.The boy was good at fishing, hunting and farming, and he was so good at archery that Ayang asked him to teach Aping how to bow and shoot at home. No wonder he was wearing Ayang's old clothes.Under the unfortunate encounter, the child was reticent, not because he was dull.The boy is good-looking and will be a good playmate for Ping and Alan.

On the second day after Zhuang Bing returned to Zhuli with his bride, he held a banquet for Linqiong's friends.When Zhuang Bing was 13 years old, he started a business with his uncle. In his early years, he and his uncle sold sheep in Linqiong and met several friends.His acquaintances in Linqiong treat rich and poor alike.

Upon receiving the invitation, the first guest who came to the mansion at noon was dressed quite eye-catchingly.This is a tall man in his thirties, riding a fine horse, carrying a bow and arrow on his back, wearing old clothes, looking a bit downcast.

The man jumped off his horse in front of the gate of the farmer's courtyard. He handed over the reins to the servant and walked into the courtyard.He went to the well to watch some servants slaughter chickens and sheep, poked his hand, and grinned, showing a set of crooked teeth.

"Run away, grab it quickly."

Bamboo shoots escaped from between A Yi's feet, A He was holding a bamboo basket, panting after him, screaming angrily.The bamboo shoot escaped the interception, spread its short legs, and hummed. If it could sing, it must be singing a song of freedom at this time.It ran happily until its four legs left the ground suddenly, and it was picked up by someone. It grabbed a big hand angrily and stared at its small eyes.

"I heard people say that there are tapirs in the bamboo, but I don't want to run away from the house."

"You are here, Duan You. This tapir cub is domesticated, not wild."

Ah Yi came over to salute, he seemed to respect Lao Duan very much.

"Interesting and interesting, but it needs to be raised for barbecue."

The bamboo shoot was hanging on the old Duan's arm, and he was persistently grasping it, but it had short legs, so there was nothing he could do. The old Duan laughed and handed the bamboo shoot to Ah Yi.

"Erlang is not willing to bake."

Ah Yi put the bamboo shoots into the basket, the bamboo shoots raised their heads and bleated at Ahe, and Ahe put his hips on his hips: Do you still bite the shovel?

"Oh, it's fine for Erlang to raise flowers and plants, but why does he still raise tapirs. The meat of tapirs is very fishy and not tasty, but the skins of tapirs are still valuable."

Lao Duan stroked his chin, looked up at the tea tree beside him, and saw a pond of lotus behind the tea tree.

"Duan Youji, please come inside."

Old Duan's loud voice had long been heard by Zhuang Yang who was walking in the lotus pond. He walked to the camellia tree and saluted gracefully.

"Look, I just said bad things about you, and I was overheard. Where's Da Lang?"

Lao Duan used to come to the dealer often. He and Zhuang Bing were good friends, and he watched the children of the dealer grow up.

"Brother is in the house."

Zhuang Yang snorted and led him into the house.

At noon, the first guest was Duan Guangzong, who was bluffing. He was a wanderer from Laili, a small village official in charge of arresting bandits, and a poor veteran.Not long after Duan Guangzong entered the house, a black-faced man dressed as a farmer came over, because he looked like an ordinary farmer from the inside out, and Ah Yi thought he was a tenant.For the banquet, the Zhuang Zhai borrowed several servants from the Zhang family, but they were still very busy. Ah Yi treated the farmer brother in a perfunctory manner: "What's the matter? I'm busy today."

The black-faced man asked neither angry nor angry: "Is Zhuang Erlang there? I am his friend Yuan Anshi."

After he reported himself, Ah Yi opened his mouth wide in surprise, and he hesitated for a long time before he said, "You are Mr. Yuan, why did you become so dark!"

Yuan Anshi spread his hands helplessly, and said, "After harvesting the beans for three days, the Osmunda has not been dried yet, so I will dry them first."

When I was young, I didn't have to do farm work, but just studied, so I had fair skin.But it is also not light-resistant, it turns red when exposed to the sun, and turns black the next day.

A good scholar has become a farmer.

"Erlang, it's Mr. Yuan."

Ah Yi invited people into the courtyard, he didn't dare to be negligent, and went inside to call Zhuang Yang.

Before Zhuang Yang came out, Zhuang Lan ran out first, looked up at Yuan Anshi, recognized him for a while, and then happily shouted: "It's really Mr. Yuan!"

"Alan, right? He's grown taller."

Yuan Anshi squatted down, comparing Zhuang Lan's height.

"Well, I'm Alan, he's Aping, and this is just a quiche."

Zhuang Lan introduced the people and animals around her.A Ping came to salute, he is not as introverted as before, he will take the initiative to say hello to people.

"Anshi, you're here."

Zhuang Yang rushed over, Yuan Anshi hugged him, and the friendship between the two was evident in his words.

"I heard the sound of a carriage early in the morning. When I came out, I saw it was Yi Sou. Yi Sou told me that Da Lang was married and wanted to buy me a drink. I thought I was dreaming, wondering when Da Lang would come back... ..."

Yuan Anshi followed Zhuang Yang into the house, he talked eloquently, and it could be seen that he was very happy.

On this day, several guests from the farmer came, including horseback riding, ox cart driving, horse-drawn cart, and walking.

In the afternoon, Gouzi was mowing rabbit grass by the river, and saw a bullock cart stopped halfway, which seemed to be broken down.Gouzi took a second look, and the man who didn't want to drive the ox cart called him: "Child, bring the hemp rope."

The man looked ferocious, and his voice was even more ferocious. If other children were afraid, they would all cry in fright.

Quanzi didn't want to pay attention to him at first, but thought he was a guest of the dealer.He went back to the house and fetched a ball of hemp rope, and gave it to the man across the bridge.

This is a stout man with a green beard and a broken sword. He has a long robe on his body, the collar and sleeves are not adjusted, and he looks sloppy.

It turned out that the rope tied to the scale was broken, no wonder he stopped halfway.

Gouzi stood aside and watched him roughly tie up the balance beam, and listened to the old cow lowing.Quanzi took a peek at the bearded man and found a hideous scar on his face.The man with the scar was obviously aware of Quanzi's peeping. He raised his head and stared at Quanzi. Although he looked ferocious, it was also somewhat funny.Quanzi felt that he was a little silly, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he smiled.

"Child, are you not afraid of me?"

"Don't be afraid, you are the banker's guest."

The dealer's family is very good, and the guest should not be a bad person, let alone can he eat people?

While the two were chatting, Yi Sou came, and he shouted from a distance: "Mr. Wu Ting, but the car broke down?"

"Please trouble the old man to come over and fix it!"

Wu Zhong jumped into the ox cart, drove the ox, and walked slowly towards the farmer's yard.

When he left, he didn't forget to give Quanzi another look. Quanzi followed him and stared back. He stroked his beard and laughed, and he didn't look too vicious.

Watching the man in the ox cart leave, Quan Zi wondered how the Zhuang Dalang had such a strange guest. This man looked like a warrior, but also a farmer, maybe a businessman.