After the delay in watching the fun at the intersection, it was already afternoon when the carriage set off again.

The three of them had not had lunch on the carriage, and they couldn't help feeling a little hungry at this time. When Lao Huang followed Gu Changfeng's instructions to drive the carriage to Zhuque Street in Nancheng, he happened to meet an old man at the entrance of the alley called Baoping Lane selling hot flat food and wontons at the stall. The three of them immediately got off the carriage, each of them asked for a large bowl of flat food, and feasted around the stall with onions and garlic.

The old man who sold flat food was weathered and looked more than seventy years old this year. His old face was full of ravines and his head was covered with white hair. However, the flat food he made was unspeakable. The skin was thin and the filling was rich, delicious, and a large bowl of raw soup was also provided for three cents.

The old man looked at the three people who were eating voraciously next to the stall. Now it was not dinner time, and there were no other diners in the whole stall except these three. The old man simply moved a bench and sat down next to the three people, saying that the sweat towel was placed on his right shoulder, and looked at them with a smile, with a look full of pride and kindness.

After Huang Mantang picked up the flat soup and sipped it, he smiled generously and said, "Brother, you really have no idea how to make flat food at this stall. There is nothing else to say. It tastes delicious, it's delicious."

The old man raised his head and smiled proudly: "Brother, you really don't praise me. Have you seen this stall? It's been seven years. Old man, I've been on fire here for seven years. If I don't have some skills to keep the box, I can occupy this place for seven years?"

Huang Mantang nodded while eating: "Okay, brother, I will recognize your stall. In the future, I have to come and eat it often."

The old man glanced at their carriage and smiled honestly, "You three are not locals in Luo Yuncheng, are you?"

Gu Changfeng raised his head and smiled, and said cheerfully: "My father-in-law has good eyesight. All three of us come from the beach. When our family was in trouble, we came to Luoyun City for a while. My father-in-law is a kind person, so the boy asked with a strong face and a shameless face. Do you know what better places are there next to me?"

"You are pretty, so you are polite." The old man slapped his thighs and smiled, then pointed to an alley not far behind him, and said boldly: "You are the right person. I have lived in Luoyun City for more than 70 years. This kind of thing is really no problem for the old man. Have you seen that alley? It is called Baoping Lane. The alley is our Zhuque Street at the end, and Ziyang Lake is connected to the end of the alley. It is a good area. There is a family in Baoping Lane. My son has found a half-off position in Chang'an City and he will take his father to Chang'an. The family's ancestral home will definitely not be sold, but if you want to live for three or five years, it should not be a problem."

Gu Changfeng was overjoyed and bowed, "This is really sleepy and I'm sending a pillow. The news my father-in-law said is really timely for the boy. I thanked him."

"Your youth is so polite. No, no, it's not easy to go out. If you can help, you will help." The old man smiled and waved his hand, "If you can really settle here, then we will be half of the neighbors. In the future, we will come to eat a bowl of wontons often."

"That's certain! That's certain! Even if you're craftsmanship, the boy has to come uninvited!"

At this time, the three of them had basically eaten and drunk enough. Gu Changfeng stood up first. Xue Jian hurriedly took out the copper coin from his purse in his arms and handed it over. The little money-maker, who had always been stingy and stingy, rarely handed over ten copper coins this time. The old man refused, but Xue Jian insisted on letting the old man accept it.

Old Huang limped onto the carriage, Gu Changfeng walked in front of him thoughtfully, entered Baoping Lane and walked to the door of the house. Gu Changfeng didn't understand where Xuejian was kicking the horse who pulled the carriage today?

The family mentioned by the hero is indeed good. The yard is not big, but it is well-tied. The two main halls, one east wing and the other west wing are all spacious and bright, tall and sturdy green tiled houses. What is even more rare is that there is a horse shed in the backyard. Although it is a bit dilapidated after being disrepair, it is the residence of this dark horse as long as it is slightly repaired. Looking at the overall layout of the yard, it is indeed an ancestral house of the year. The dryness and vanity have been polished. Every bluestone and every eaves are permeated with the breath of time and history.

What is even more rare is that in this small courtyard, there is actually a green tung tree that is thick and thin, and there are so many things to pay attention to and say.

The bronze tree is a kind of sycamore tree. Because of its excellent quality, it can be made into pianos and used as medicine. It is also related to phoenixes and is loved by literati, but it likes warmth and fears cold. It is usually born in the Jiangnan Road and migrates to the north. Nine out of ten people die. According to the older generation, if you want to feed the bronze tree, you must have that warm feeling underground, which is the earth vein energy passed down by people.

The qi of the earth veins can be encountered but cannot be sought. Where the qi of the earth veins exists, it is mostly Feng Shui treasure land.

Gu Changfeng fell in love with this place when he saw this quiet courtyard at the first sight and secretly told Xue Jian: "No matter how much it costs, this courtyard must be taken down."

Xue Jian rolled her eyes unceremoniously, hugged the purse in her arms and muttered in a low voice: "Prodigal son!"

Lao Huang stood beside the carriage and gently stroked the soft and slender mane on the neck of the black horse, and did not participate in the whispers between the master and servant.

Gu Changfeng went up and gently buckled the open courtyard door, and soon a thin old man walked out.

Although the old man was old, he exuded a sense of elegance, regardless of his dress or manners. Gu Changfeng did not dare to neglect and immediately greeted the old man with a solemn expression. After a complete set of Confucian etiquette was completed, he spoke out his purpose.

The thin old man named Gao, and asked Gu Changfeng to call him Gao Laozhang. Gao Laozhang was indeed from Confucianism. Although he had never been able to be a filial and honest person in his life, he had some real talent and knowledge, especially when introducing the bronze tree of his ancestral home, his expression was filled with uncontrollable pride and sadness. He spoke with a sad and grand "After the frost of the sycamore tree, the white mandarin ducks lost their companionship" or a graceful and desolate "The golden wind is thin, the leaves fall from the sycamore tree. The green wine is easy to get drunk when you taste it. A small pillow sleeps in a small window." Anyway, the words are all reluctance and nostalgia for this old tree.

Gu Changfeng followed Mr. Yang Gong for two and a half years, and he had read the "Shi Jing" many times. After only half an hour of talking to Mr. Gao, the two felt that they met too late. Mr. Gao personally took Gu Changfeng's hand to visit every corner of the courtyard, and even said that it was not easy to drain when it rained heavily.

Gu Changfeng also deserves the old man's sincere heart and rented the courtyard for five years at a price of thirteen taels of silver, and promised to cherish this ancestral home and the green tung trees.

Two hours later, under the notarization of two respected fellow villagers, they signed and stamped, and Gu Changfeng and the other two finally had their own land of standing in this huge Luoyun City.
Chapter completed!