Transfer Fubao four and a half years old

After walking almost to the end of the road, I saw a family name similar to the one on the outer wall of Chu Pavilion. There was an ebony plaque with the word "Li Mansion" written in eloquent handwriting. It was not ostentatious at all, a bit like Mr. Lan Chuan's uninhibited style. character.

The houses on the entire street are uniform, with no obvious differences. Those who don't know just think they are ordinary wealthy people's houses.

From the outside, the layout is similar to that of Chu Pavilion, with two doors. Soon after Eleven went in and knocked on the door, the housekeeper came out to greet them and took them in through the side door.

They were brought to the hall of the main courtyard. The aroma of Li family books overflowed, and the antique furniture was quite old. There were only two hanging calligraphy paintings on the wall. They were simple ink paintings, but at first glance they were works by famous artists. .

"Master and Madam, please sit down and have a sip of tea first. Mr. Lanchuan will be here in a moment." After saying this, the housekeeper withdrew.

Another scholar came over immediately to invite them to sit down, and someone followed him and served tea. Both of them were respectful and went in and out without making a sound, emphasizing the quiet and elegant way of literati.

There is a boy in the front yard shoveling snow and clearing dead branches. The silent rustling makes it seem like the silence of the late winter. This may also be in response to the aloof attitude of literati!

"Sorry, I just took a nap. I didn't expect you to come here so quickly. You kept the three scholars and the old lady waiting for too long."

Seeing the neatly dressed Mr. Lan Chuan coming out, the group of them quickly stood up and saluted.

Mr. Lan Chuan seemed to be lighter than the last time he was in Qingliu County. He must have been traveling around and suffered a lot.

This style of literati who spent the New Year living away from home and leaving their families behind was quite controversial in ancient times.

It's hard to agree with people like them who like to get together as a family and have fun during the New Year.

The literati think they are noble, but ordinary people think they are weird.

"Mr. Lan Chuan's profession has not been hit by refugees, right? I heard from Dean Gao that Mr. Lan Chuan has only been back for a few days. Did we come too early? Sorry for the inconvenience."

If it hadn't been for their arrival, I'm afraid Mr. Lan Chuan would have taken a good rest for a while when he came back, but it was just a nuisance!

"It's okay, it's okay. I originally wanted to go to the countryside to explore the scenery, but I didn't expect that I was forced to live in an official residence in Fenggao County to take shelter. I was really embarrassed. Fortunately, nothing happened." Mr. Lan Chuan laughed and said nothing. There is no embarrassment mentioned in the article. He is really open-minded and should be a person who can easily look away from suffering.

"Husband, am I late?"

A woman came in with the sound. She seemed to be much younger than Mr. Lan Chuan, in her early forties at most. She wore a little makeup and was dressed very elegantly. The ink skirt with a Jiangnan water town style was very elegant, but she was wearing a coat. A thick coat, with a simple hosta on the head. It doesn't have too many modifications, but it makes people look very comfortable.

I don’t know how Mr. Lan Chuan is willing to leave such a beauty at home alone in an empty room.

"This is the Shangguan clan of Zhuojing." After hearing Mr. Lan Chuan's introduction, the group of them quickly stood up and saluted Mrs. Li.

Mrs. Li has a slender figure, a gentle personality, and the style of a Jiangnan beauty. She has no concern about their identities at all, but she smiles and nods slightly to the group of them, bends slightly and bows politely.

Grandpa Yan talked about the disaster that Mr. Lan Chuan was interested in, and talked about things in the village and Heqing County's practices. Mr. Lan Chuan praised Mr. Xiao's approach very much, and felt that Mr. Xiao's approach was better than other places he had traveled through. The county is doing a better job, especially in digging wells, providing porridge, relief, and resettlement. They all feel that Qingliu County is ahead of the curve.

Yan Yongning presented the six gifts he had brought to his husband with both hands. Following the rules of the capital, he asked Granny Zhou to go out early in the morning to prepare them. After Mr. Lan Chuan asked the servant to take them, Yan Yongning took them from his father. He passed a gift box wrapped in peach wood and presented it respectfully to Mr.

"This is what my father got by chance. I think it is more suitable for you, sir. I hope you will accept it."

"You're welcome, Mr. Yan." Mr. Lan Chuan didn't care and just opened the box according to etiquette.

"This is "Liang Zhenqing's Orphan Book", it's out of print!"

I thought it was just an ordinary gift, but I didn't expect that an ordinary peasant disciple could actually take out the original work of the previous master. Mr. Lan Chuan picked it up and turned it over, his eyes were wide open, and he was obviously in disbelief.

"This is for me?~~Do you know its value?" Such an orphan copy is hard to find, so it can be said to be priceless. Mr. Lanchuan is a real person, and he doesn't want to cheat them because they don't know. .

"The value of such a thing can only be reflected in the hands of Mr., and it is a waste in our hands. Moreover, the students have already copied two books, which can benefit them throughout their lives."

"Good stuff! Good stuff." Although Mr. Lan Chuan knew that this apprenticeship ceremony was serious, his eyes and heart were reluctant to part with it. He started to hesitate whether to accept it or not.

In the end, I couldn't resist my own heart. That's all, anyway, I wanted to pass on everything I had learned throughout my life to this closed disciple, but I finally accepted it.

After chatting with them again, Fu Bao in Grandma Yan's arms showed little interest and was a little wilted.

Mrs. Li quickly asked someone to serve her two plates of pastries, and repeatedly blamed Mr. Lan Chuan: "This old man only remembers to look at his own treasure, why doesn't he order this child?"

"I forgot about this little guy. Fu Bao seems to have grown a lot taller, but do you still remember Grandpa Lan Chuan?

Madam, hurry up and give Fu Bao two red envelopes. Just remember to talk, and I forgot that it’s the Chinese New Year! "

"I don't know what Xianghui will remember. If you don't take care of it, I'm afraid you will even forget to eat!"

Mrs. Li's words made everyone laugh. This is indeed Mr. Lan Chuan's style. It should be considered normal for literati to forget about food and sleep. Otherwise, how can you still lose weight after traveling?

After receiving the red seal and biting another piece of almond cake in his mouth, Fu Bao became more energetic. Grandma Yan pushed her granddaughter who was patronizingly eating: "Fubao, Mr. Lan Chuan is asking you a question!"

Mrs. Li saw that Fu Bao was pink and cute, and wanted to tease her. She only saw her shaking her little bun, and said Nuonuo: "Fu Bao will not forget that you are the fourth uncle's husband, and you especially appreciate what the fourth uncle did." Poetry comes."

Fu Bao looked at his husband with a smile, not afraid at all, as if he was looking at his elders after a long absence. Mrs. Li did not stop feeding the cakes into her mouth.

"The little guy also knows what appreciation is. Do you know the meaning of the poem written by my fourth uncle? Say it and let me listen to it." Mr. Lan Chuan remembered this clever guy and wanted to tease her.

"Fu Bao knows. Grandpa has already told Fu Bao. Fu Bao will remember it."

"Oh, my aunt also wants to hear about the literary talent of this criminal. My husband will praise Yongning when he comes back."

Yan Yongning blushed and became embarrassed when he heard his wife's words.