Lin Zhong stood next to Lin Jing and said: "Jing'an, let me tell you, houses can't be built like that. My Ming Dynasty buildings are roughly square. A semicircle is too ugly."
"Walls or other things have yet to be built. Don't plant figs or peach blossoms around them, just turn them into grass. If you are tired, sit on the ground and the breeze will come. How elegant?"
"Also, do not display the library haphazardly. It has been copied, damaged, or stained with ink. What should I do if he tears or steals it?"
This was the first time that Lin Jing discovered that Lin Zhong still had this side. He listened patiently, and when he finished, he quickly interjected: "I understand, you can help me stare at it. If you are short of money, you can
Ask Xiao Liuzi for it. I have other things to do, so let’s go first.”
"Hey, I haven't finished talking yet. It's best to dig a lake out." When Lin Jing was about to leave, Lin Zhong shouted anxiously.
Where Lin Jing cares about Lin Zhong, this is his Nanxi Pavilion, of course it depends on his preferences.
Lin Jing went to Lin Ji, whose backyard was full of books.
Because both the front door and the back door of Lin Mansion are closed, the books obtained by Fan Changhao must be placed in Lin Ji.
Lin Jing was sitting in the yard, looking at the guy holding a lot of books. He took out one at random and read it for himself.
Most of the books have been lost and will never be seen again by future generations. Lin Jing casually took out a copy that he had never heard of before, and couldn't help but look at it carefully.
The meeting lasted from afternoon to evening.
Lu Liu saw that Lin Jing was taking it seriously, but he did not dare to disturb it. When he was about to go home, he said: "Second Young Master, go back and take a look."
Lin Jing raised his head, his eyes turned black, he felt dizzy and almost fell down.
"Second Young Master." Lu Liu quickly supported Lin Jing.
Lin Jing closed his eyes tightly and took deep breaths to relieve his headache and nausea.
After a while, Lin Jing opened his eyes, looked at the ground, and said: "It doesn't matter, I have been sitting here for a long time. Well, you can clean up and let us go home."
Lu Liu, I'm still a little worried.
After a while, Lin Jing slowly recovered, put the book in his arms, looked at the books piled in the yard, and said: "Cover from the rain, don't get it wet."
Lu Liu agreed and asked the guy to put up the awning.
When Lin Jing saw that there was no problem, he said, "Go home."
Lu Liu buzzed, closed the door, and returned home with Lin Jing.
One day later, Lin Jing took a book and sat on a chair in front of Nanxi Pavilion, which had been under construction, reading the book as if no one was reading it.
Lin Zhong ran around inside, ignoring the whole mud and enjoying it.
For several days, Lin Jing either practiced calligraphy in Lin Ji Zhong or read in front of Nanxi Pavilion, so he was very relaxed.
Lin Chong seems to be a little bit, he is trying to tell Master Lu that he wants to make some changes to Lin Jing's design.
Master Lu knows who gave the money and according to Lin Zhong, where the money will be changed.
At noon, the workers sat in a circle on the ground and finished their meal quickly.
Lin Zhong was a little stiff and did not eat with them. Instead, he placed Lu Liu on a small table on the side.
Lin Jing was watching instead of eating with them.
"Qishan Anthology, well, it's worth reading."
Suddenly, a clear voice came from in front of Lin Jing.
Lin Jing woke up from the book. He couldn't help frowning and looking up a little irritably.
At first glance, Lin Jing stood up hurriedly and said: "Mr. Ju Shui".
The person here was Nie Bo, who was wearing a Confucian dress. He looked at Lin Jing and smiled: "Does Mr. Lin like to study?"
Lin Jing put down the book in his hand and said: "Students have no other hobbies. They just like reading. They will be obsessed and rude."
Nie Bo smiled, glanced at the craftsmen who were eating, glanced at the muddy Lin Zhong, and took out Yang Ming's handwriting. Lin Jing said: "For three days, some people have been reluctant to let go. Don't blame it."
Lin Jing took it over and said: "This is also borrowed by the students, otherwise I can show it to my husband again."
Nie Bo smiled, looked at the chaotic construction site, and said, "Is this the library you want?"
Lin Jing said: "Yes. The students plan to name it Nanxi Pavilion."
"Nanxi?"
Nie Bo thought of the name, smiled, and said nothing.
In fact, it was not the first time he came here. This was the third time. The young man Lin Jing left a very good impression on him.
At this time, Lin Zhong came over after eating, glanced at Nie Bo, and said to Lin Jing: "Jing'an, who is this?"
Lin Jing quickly said: "Brother, this is Mr. Ju Shui, sir, this is Lin Chongfeng, brother."
Lin Zhong did not think about who Mr. Ju Shui was for the moment, but raised his hand politely: "Lin Zhong saw Mr. Ju Shui."
Nie Bo looked at Lin Zhong in the mud, but his tolerance was very high. He smiled and said: "Don't hold on, it's fine."
Lin Zhong was stunned. He didn't understand what this sentence meant. He still didn't expect Mr. Ju Shui to be in front of him.
At this moment, a group of people passed by. One of them was a middle-aged man about fifty years old. He looked very square and lifeless. He looked at Lin Jing's three people, stopped immediately, and opened his eyes wide.
The woman next to him saw him, pulled him and said, "Master, what's wrong?"
The middle-aged man looked directly at the Lin Jing Trio and said subconsciously: "How do the Lin brothers know about Mr. Ju Shui?"
The woman followed the middle-aged man's gaze and saw a gray and muddy Lin Chong, and said in surprise: "How did this child's Chongfeng become like this?"
In her impression, Lin Zhong has always been a clean and gentle young man.
The middle-aged people didn't care about Lin Zhong's dress or appearance, but stared at Nie Bo, who chatted happily with their brothers and felt confused.
Nie Bo was different from many of the great Confucian scholars today. He did not establish a college, did not accept disciples, and taught only few courses. He focused on learning, so his reputation was even stronger and all scholars respected him.
"Have you heard that Mr. Lin Yongwang and Mr. Ju Shui know each other?" The middle-aged man said to himself. He is the master of the He family, He Lang. He Lang and Lin Qingzheng have been friends for many years and know the Lin family very well.
The woman didn't hear He Lang's words and frowned, "I blame you. I feel sorry for the marriage. Chongfeng has another child. What do you look like now?"
He Lang turned around, snorted coldly, and said: "What do you know! Fortunately, Chongfeng said that Jing'an appeared in court twice, which offended the government and the opposition. If something goes wrong in the Lin Mansion one day,
Will your daughter die together or be widowed?"
The corners of the woman's mouth moved, and she did not dare to speak. This chapter has been completed!