Jincheng flower hour

The Zhuang family's ancestral house is magnificent, far better than the wooden house in Zhuli.Because of the luxurious construction, Zhuang's father was killed more than ten years ago, and the house was occupied by Cai Xian.The Cai family didn't cherish this other people's house. Many houses were in disrepair and left to decay. The garden that was originally full of flowers was overgrown with weeds and the trees were dead.

After Zhuang Yang came to Jinguan City, Zhuang Bing had no time to relax. He partnered with Jia people in the city to do business, and managed Shu brocade in shops.In previous years, Zhuang Bing did not dare to involve Jinguancheng, fearing that he would be persecuted by Cai Xian, but now is the time for him to show his skills.Jinguan City has the largest store in the southwest, with a wide range of products and shops. The Shu brocade, Shu cloth, Shu knife and lacquerware sold here are famous all over the world.

Among Zhuang's servants when he was in Zhuli, only Ah Yi followed him to Jinguan City.When they first came here, Lin Qiang and Zhuang Mu cooked the meals, and later hired a cooking woman and her husband who carried water and looked after the courtyard. The husband was called Chang Yi, and the woman was called A Yuan.

When he first came to Jinguan City, Zhuang Yang saw the damaged ancestral house, so he invited carpenters to repair the doors and windows, and earth engineers to repair the walls.He himself was busy with Ah Yi in the courtyard, and Zhuang Ping and Zhuang Lan also helped.

Remove the weeds in the courtyard, dig out the dead trees, and the courtyard is bare.Ah Yi said: "Erlang, this yard needs to blow up sand, why not pave it." Zhuang Yang said with a smile: "No need, Ah Yi, you go drive and go to the West Market with me to buy flowers."

Ah Yi drove out the carriage, Zhuang Yang called Zhuang Ping up, Zhuang Lan said: "Brother is biased", Zhuang Yang patted Zhuang Lan's head, and comforted: "The west market is chaotic, I will take you when I go out."

Entering the market, Zhuang Ping sat in the car and looked at the bustling pedestrians curiously. He was used to living in Zhuli, but he was not quite used to the hustle and bustle of Jinguan City.

"Brother, are those people slaves?"

Zhuang Ping noticed that on a platform, there were many restrained men and women standing in ragged clothes, and there were traders selling cattle and horses, and some passers-by who were commenting.

"Yes, that's the slave market."

Zhuang Yang couldn't bear to look more, and felt that it was ridiculous to sell people and livestock together.

Zhuang Ping felt that these people were very pitiful. He had also come into contact with people who sold themselves as slaves in Zhuli.At this time, the men and women in front of them, no matter whether they were originally slaves and were sold by the master's family, or they were originally common people and were sold voluntarily.

In Zhuli, the farmer did not keep slaves, and the servants were all ordinary people.Buying a slave cost a lot of money, besides, Zhuang Yang felt that it was too cruel to buy and sell people like cows and horses.

The carriage didn't stay in the slave city for long, and hurried to the place where the flowers were sold.The west market is full of goods, and there are all kinds of goods. Shops that sell flowers also sell trees, as well as rare animals and wild birds.

As soon as Zhuang Ping got out of the car, he was attracted by a peacock. It was a green peacock with delicious feathers and spread like a screen.

Zhuang Yang bought trees and flowers, negotiated a good price with the vendor, and paid the money. Zhuang Ping was still squatting on the ground watching the peacock.

"Brother, just now a white peacock went into the bamboo cage."

"Ping, do you want to buy it?"

Zhuang Ping quickly shook his head and said, "Brother, let me take a look. This is a rare bird and needs to be taken care of carefully."

It is enough to have omelets at home, omelets are easy to feed, and you don't need to spend money to buy them.

Zhuang Yang knows that Zhuang Ping likes it, but Zhuang Ping knows the truth of playing with things and losing his mind. He has an old-fashioned temperament and knows how to restrain himself.

Zhuang Yang, who plays with Shangzhi, was satisfied, and returned home with half a carload of flowers and plants.

Irises, camellias, magnolias, and hibiscus flowers are used to decorate the courtyard, and the dry and muddy ponds in the courtyard are dug, watered, and lotus flowers are planted, and bamboos, palm trees, and pomegranates are planted on both sides along the gravel path.

Zhuang Yang took his family to do it himself. He has a deep memory of the courtyard at home when he was young, and he wants to restore the prosperous appearance at that time.

The next day, Zhuang Lan and her little nephew were playing in the yard. Lin Qiang and Zhuang Yang brought cakes and drinks, and Zhuang's mother and A Ping sat on the pavilion by the pool and chatted happily.

The late spring wind blows their faces, and everyone has a smile on their faces.

In the afternoon, when Zhuang Bing came back from the store, he saw the changed yard, and he knew that it was Zhuang Yang who did it.Following the sound of laughter, he came to the pavilion at the end of the winding path, where the whole family sat.His son Yuan'er ran down the stone steps by himself, waving his fat little hands and ran towards him, shouting happily: "Father, father!"

Zhuang Bing picked up the child and walked towards his family.

The choice of returning to Jinguan City from Zhuli was unintentionally correct. This is their ancestral house, and every child of the Zhuang family was born in this house and will continue to live here.

Not long after coming to Jinguan City, Zhuang Yang went to see Zhou Jing.Zhou Jing lives in General Wei's mansion, which is not a place that ordinary people can enter.

Zhou Jing and Wei Jia, the grandson of Wei Taiwei, are friends since childhood. The two are similar in age. They used to study together when they were young. It's just that Wei Jia doesn't like reading and likes to wield knives and guns, while Zhou Jing is quiet like a girl , with books as companions all day long.

Zhuang Yang came to General Wei's house to ask to see Zhou Jing, and the servants of the Wei family received him. He didn't know where this man came from, and he had never seen him in previous years.Fortunately, Zhuang Yang is gentle and handsome, and the servants of the Wei family did not dare to neglect him, so they quickly informed the master.

General Wei and Zhou Jing were discussing military affairs in Shuge today. Wei Jia is good at fighting, while Zhou Jing likes to discuss the art of war. The two seem to have common hobbies.Zhuang Yang was introduced by servants, and Wei Jia and Zhou Jing saw him coming and went up to greet him.The three sat down, Zhou Jing asked Zhuang Yang when he would come to Jinguan City, and Zhuang Yang told how he came.

"The day before yesterday, Zimu was still talking to me about when you will come, I don't want to see you today."

Wei Jia knew that Zhuang Yang was Zhou Jing's favorite student, the master and the apprentice were quite similar in temperament, and they were both beauties.

"I have been in Jinguan City for three days, and I have time to visit today. I didn't have a famous assassin (business card) in a hurry. I thought I would be stopped by the servants."

Zhuang Yang said with a smile, he did come suddenly, and he didn't tell Zhou Jing earlier that the Wei family was an official family, and he was just a commoner.

"With your appearance, who would dare to stop you? Back then, when Zimu was in rags, he came to look for me overnight, and the servants at home didn't stop him."

It's not Yan Kong, the servant of the Wei family, but the ups and downs of Jinguan City in the past few years, the children of high-ranking officials may also be reduced to common people, and their master is loyal and affectionate, so they dare not stop him casually.

"How do you bring this up?"

Zhou Jing didn't seem very happy.

"Zimu, I just mentioned it casually."

Wei Jia felt deeply wrong, although this was a past event worth recalling.

"Ayang, have you taken back your house?"

Cai Xian was imprisoned because he informed Zhuang Yang that he knew about the Zhuang family and knew that the Zhuang family's house had been occupied by Cai Xian before.

"Sir, I got it back. Earlier, thanks to Mr. for telling Cai Xian about his imprisonment."

"You and I are master and apprentice, and we have the same hatred, so we don't need to see outsiders."

Zhou Jing got up and led Zhuang Yang to the courtyard, Wei Jia followed.

General Wei is very heroic, following Zhou Jing's side is like Zhou Jing's personal attendant.Zhuang Yang met Wei Jia a few times, all in Zhuli. At that time, he felt that he might be so courteous to Zhou Jing that he might have ulterior motives.When I saw him at Wei's house today, I felt that my thoughts in previous years were obviously wrong. The two probably have an extremely deep friendship.

Zhou Jing and Zhuang Yang talked about trivial matters, how the family who moved to Jinguancheng settled down, how to make a living, and even Zhuang Ping's studies were not forgotten.

"There is a county school in the county, and Ah Ping is just at the right age to enroll, but I don't know how well he learns?"

Zhou Jing's impression of Zhuang Ping is cautious and timid, but smart and eager to learn.

"I'm afraid not."

Zhuang Yang knows that the county school not only requires good knowledge, but also a good background for the students it accepts.

"I thought that none of the Zhuang family's children would serve in the imperial court."

Wei Jia knew that the Zhuang family had such an unfortunate experience, so he probably had complaints about the King of Shu.

"When my late father was alive, I hoped that our brothers would study and become officials. Merchants and merchants are humble, and it is difficult to have a bright future."

That's why Zhuang's father bought an official, but he is only a businessman after all, and officials at the same level as him don't take him seriously.

Wei Jialang smiled: "What's the difficulty of this matter, the county guard is recruiting people with literary talents, if you want to become an official, just ask Zimu Shufeng to recommend you."

Zhuang Yang is silent, he has no big ambitions, he just wants to live a leisurely life.

Zhou Jing looked up at Wei Jia, and said softly, "You can't force it."

The master was unwilling to serve in the Shu region, and the apprentice seemed to be the same. Wei Jia, a general in the Shu region, also had mixed feelings.

Zhuang Yang originally wanted to invite Zhou Jing to stay at the Zhuang's house for a few days, but for some reason he didn't ask.Zhou Jing lived in General Wei's house for many days, and he didn't even go back to his own house in Jinguan City.Although the house looks dilapidated, it needs to be repaired.

Since visiting Zhou Jing, Zhuang Yang has been led by Zhou Jing into the literati gathering in Jinguan City. In previous years, he was alone in Zhuli. Now, only a few literary friends are discussing poems and rhythms together.

Jinguancheng's literary style is extremely prosperous, and talents come forth in large numbers.

Zhuang Yang has an outstanding appearance, easy-going temperament and is loved by others.His articles are clear and unique, which is different from the popular style of writing, and he doesn't like to talk about the affairs of the country. Among all the talents, he is not outstanding.Only Zhou Jing knew that his disciple was far better than these boastful people.

In summer, Zhuang Yang was writing in his study, and he heard birds chirping outside the window. He looked up and saw a pool of blooming lotus. He suddenly missed someone.

Zhuang Yang seldom thinks about Liu Hong. He feels that Liu Hong has already left him. This kind of departure is like a separation between life and death.It is useless to think too much, and it will only increase troubles.

Yuan'er, Zhuang Ping, and Zhuang Lan were flying kites in the courtyard, their laughter rang out and then disappeared with the wind.The life of the family in Jinguan City has settled down, changed places and prospered, just like the blooming flowers and lush trees in the courtyard.

Zhuang Bing's business is doing well, he no longer has to travel for several months, and can go home every day to accompany his wife and children.

Zhuang Yang picked up the written poem and read it. What was written in the poem was a feeling of longing.Zhuang Yang would not bring such verses to the poetry gathering, he put away the verses and pressed them under the scroll.

His sister-in-law can help with matters at home, and his brother is at home. Zhuang Yang feels that this family no longer needs him to guard it day and night.So, he is going to assist his brother's Shu brocade business?Or go to open a house by yourself?Or, why not just go out to work?A friend of history and literature told him that the county was in need of a small official who was in charge of offering sacrifices to the seasons, who could understand diction and have a good appearance.It's a pretty leisurely job.