The breeze blows, and the green shadows of the green bamboos sway, dazzling me. The fragrance of the tea is green and light, making my head dizzy.
The big man grinned thickly, and his heroic voice made a thin layer of ash fall from the roof: "Are you Bai Twelve?"
At that moment, I only felt that the sky was dark and the earth was dark, just like in a dream, no beauty, no salt, all turned into a handful of bones, alas, nothing more than that, nothing more than that!
The sound of the little salted fish falling like pearls and jade on a plate seemed to come from far away: "May I ask your Excellency, is the Qinglong Society Ling Wushi?"
The big man smiled naively, "We are Liu Erniu. Our young master caught up with something urgent and went to Jiangnan early in the morning. Here is a letter for us to give to Bai Twelve."
The sky was bright, the grass was green, and life became more promising. I patted my fragile little heart and said happily: "Er Niu, come and have a sip of tea."
[The lady is coming]
It was almost noon, and following the guidance in the letter from Senior Brother, Xiao Xianyu and I ran non-stop to Wenjiazhuang, ten miles away.
"Tap-tat-tat", the clear knocking sound echoed in the scenery of lakes and mountains. In the green shade, three or five dozing birds flapped their wings lazily.
After a while, the janitor poked his head sleepily, "What do you two do? It's not easy to sleep at noon!"
Little Xianyu cupped his hands and said, "I'm showing you below, asking to see the owner of our village."
The boy looked him up and down and said, "The young owner of the village has been traveling for more than three years and is not in the village now."
Xiao Xianyu asked again: "I wonder who is in charge of your village now?"
"Plop", I watched in horror as a piece of red paint hit my feet. This... this is the wealthy Wen family in Southwest China? Why don't they even have the money to paint the door?
The boy rubbed his eyes, "Head of the family? Ever since the old owner of the village died, the young owner of the village only knows how to eat, drink and have fun, so there is no one to take charge of the family."
Little Xianyu: "..."
I asked with a stern look on my face: "The two of us would like to borrow Guizhuang's "Qiancao Jing" to read. Is it convenient?"
The child yawned and said, "I want to read the Thousand Herbs Classic. Go to a bookstall in the city and buy it. Why are you causing trouble in Wenjiazhuang?"
"Bang", the little boy waved his hand with a grunt, and the mottled red paint door almost hit the tip of my nose.
[The lady is coming]
Yunlaixuan is the largest restaurant in Yunmen City. I learned from my ninth brother, touched a silver ingot, and flashed it in front of the waiter's eyes. The waiter's squinted eyes immediately shone with light, "Two guests, let's talk about this
This Wen family..."
The Wen family of Yunmen has been established in the southwest for more than a hundred years and is a wealthy family in the southwest. However, several generations of Wen family masters have kept a low profile, and the Wen family has no sense of presence in the dynasty. Unexpectedly, it is Wen who has always maintained a low-key style.
Home, three years ago, it became very popular in the Southwest.
This incident that brought the Wen family into the limelight was precisely because of a book called "Qiancao Jing".
When it comes to the "Thousand Herbs Classic", we have to go back a hundred years ago.
By the way, a hundred years ago, a certain generation of the Wen family was a beggar on the street. That year, there was a war and a severe drought that only happened once in a century. Not even a single weed grew in the fields, and the farmers were
There is no food to eat, let alone a beggar.
That day, Beggar Wen went up the mountain and peeled off a piece of old tree bark to fill his deflated belly. Unexpectedly, with a rustling sound, a skinny wild rabbit jumped out from behind the old tree!
Meat!
Immediately, Beggar Wen lifted up his limp legs and pounced towards the rabbit with a swoosh.
It was this "one pounce" in the family history of the Chui Wen family that created the century-old foundation of the Wen family in Yunmen, and also affected my life, Ye Rong, a hundred years later.
