Song Ziwen walked under the shade of the trees, looking at the green mountains in the distance, and couldn't help but sigh: "Lushan Mountain is really a cool world, completely different from the scorching heat of Wuhan and Nanjing."
Zhang Mouzhi followed Song Ziwen, bowed slightly and said: "Mr. Song, I would like to express my opinion on building a villa for my honored mother. Although Lushan Mountain is cool and quiet, the climate is humid, and my honored mother is old, so we choose to build a villa."
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"You are an expert in building villas, keep talking." Song Ziwen said.
Zhang Mouzhi said: "Lushan Mountain is very big, so the villa needs to be built in a place with good ventilation and relatively less humidity. And it has to be close to the road so that it is convenient to go down the mountain. If the honored mother has a headache or a fever, she can also see a doctor quickly. But there are also
It can’t be too close to the road because the elderly need peace and quiet.”
Song Ziwen praised: "You are very thoughtful and worthy of being the number one architect in Lushan and Jiujiang."
"I don't think I should be the first. It's just that I have built too many houses and have some unsatisfactory experience." Zhang Mouzhi said modestly.
Song Ziwen smiled and said: "I'll leave it to Mr. Zhang to build a villa for my mother. It's late, so I'll leave first, otherwise it will be dark before we get down the mountain."
"Why should Minister Song be anxious?" Zhang Mouzhi tried to persuade him, "I have already asked the servants to prepare the dinner, and I hope Minister Song will appreciate it."
Song Ziwen waved his hand and said, "There's no need to eat. I have something to do when I go down the mountain."
"It's just a common meal, Minister Song doesn't need to filter it," Zhang Mouzhi tried his best to persuade him to stay, "and it's already five o'clock in the afternoon, and it will be dark even if we go back. Why don't Minister Song rest in his humble house? If you have anything important, you can go directly there tomorrow."
Song Ziwen hesitated for a few seconds and finally said with a smile: "Since Mr. Zhang is so kind to you, I will not be respectful."
Zhang Mouzhi was overjoyed when he heard this and led the way: "Mr. Song, let's sit in the living room for a while. I'll ask my daughter to go downstairs to accompany you for a while."
Song Ziwen nodded slightly and didn't care about it. He came to Jiangxi in May for a summer vacation, but actually he came to Jiangxi with Li Zongren to meet Zhu Peide.
Zhu Peide became chairman of the Jiangxi Provincial Government in April this year and concurrently served as the commander-in-chief of the Fifth Route Army. Although he nominally respects the Wuhan government, in fact he remains independent and takes a wait-and-see attitude towards factional struggles.
Li Zongren tried to persuade him from a political standpoint, but with little success, but with Song Ziwen here it was different. Song Ziwen promised to help Zhu Peide "raise military expenditures," and finally got Zhu Peide's approval, and the latter began to "purge the Communist Party" at the end of May.
Zhu Peide's method of "clearing the Communist Party" was similar to Feng Yuxiang's. He "sent members of our party out of the country" without mass killings.
After helping the principal handle the affairs in Jiangxi, Song Ziwen did not rush back, but stayed in Lushan in the name of building a villa for his mother. He was waiting for the opportunity to have both sides, Ning and Han to woo him, holding the huge sums of money from the Jiangsu and Zhejiang consortium.
Don't panic.
The two came to the living room. Zhang Mouzhi asked the servant to serve tea and said respectfully: "Minister Song, please wait a moment."
"Please." Song Ziwen said with a smile.
Zhang Mouzhi quickly came to his daughter's study and scolded: "Leyi, why are you still stunned? Go down and chat with Minister Song."
"What's the point of talking to an official?" Zhang Leyi knew what her father was planning.
Zhang Mouzhi advised: "Silly daughter, Minister Song is young, handsome and unmarried, and he is also the Minister of Finance of the National Government. Where can you find such a young talent? Don't miss the opportunity!"
Zhang Leyi sneered: "You say it so nicely, are you trying to cling to the powerful?"
"What's wrong with clinging to powerful people?" Zhang Mouzhi said, "I didn't just find an old man for you to marry, but I chose a good husband from thousands of choices. As long as you marry Minister Song, your life will be happy.
, it’s also good for dad’s career. So why not do it if you get the best of both worlds?”
"Go ahead, I won't marry you." Zhang Leyi said with a bad face.
"Are you still thinking about that Zhou Hexuan?" Zhang Mouzhi said angrily, "You don't want to ask what Zhou Hexuan is doing in Shanghai. He made a fortune by selling bellybands, and his reputation has long been ruined!"
Zhang Leyi laughed angrily: "It is more noble to make a fortune by selling your bellyband than by selling your daughter."
"You..." Zhang Mouzhi was heartbroken, "Why did I raise a daughter like you without any worry at all?"
Zhang Leyi didn't want to get into too much of a quarrel with her father. She said, "I can chat with Minister Song, but we will discuss the marriage later."
"Okay, okay, it's all up to you," Zhang Mouzhi urged quickly, "Hurry up, Minister Song has been waiting for a long time."
The father and daughter quickly went downstairs. Zhang Leyi's mother was already waiting for them, chatting calmly with Song Ziwen.
Zhang Mouzhi walked over with a smile on his face and introduced: "Minister Song, this is my little girl Le Yi. Although she has never studied abroad, she graduated from a missionary school and is very proficient in English. You young people should have something in common."
"Hello, Minister Song." Zhang Leyi nodded and smiled.
The moment Song Ziwen saw Zhang Leyi, his eyes glazed over for a moment, then returned to normal and said: "Hello, hello. Don't call me Minister Song. It's too foreign. Call me..."
Song Ziwen was suddenly speechless. Calling him "Ziwen" seemed too abrupt, calling him "brother" seemed too close, and his English name was a dialect transliteration. He really didn't know how to call him.
There's drama!
Seeing that Song Ziwen was already incoherent, Zhang Mouzhi quickly winked at his wife. Mrs. Zhang immediately understood and said with a smile: "Minister Song, you talk to Le Yi first, and I'll prepare dinner."
"Okay, go ahead and get busy." Song Ziwen said casually.
Zhang Mouzhi also left for an excuse, leaving only two young people in the living room.
The atmosphere was a bit awkward. Zhang Leyi picked up a piece of candy from the coffee table and said: "Minister Song, please have some candy."
"Okay," Song Ziwen peeled off the candy and threw it into his mouth, and said, "It's too weird to call me a job title, so you should call me Brother Song."
Zhang Leyi pursed her lips and smiled: "You are only a few years younger than my father, why don't I call you uncle?"
"Haha, that's fine." Song Ziwen said awkwardly.
With the same title, Zhang Leyi was called like this in history to express closeness, but now it is called "uncle", which naturally implies that the two people are of different generations and the age gap is too large.
That night, the Zhang family's banquet was in a lively atmosphere. Song Ziwen was so happy that he got a little drunk, and pulled Zhang Mouzhi to tell a lot of "secrets." By the next day, Song Ziwen could no longer take care of his important matters. With Zhang Mouzhi's persuasion, Song Ziwen
So I agreed and stayed at Zhang's house for three consecutive days.
Zhang Leyi's daily job was to chat with Minister Song. When she was irritated, she felt that continuing was not an option, so she pretended to be very happy and deceived her parents.
Finally, when Song Ziwen came down the mountain, Zhang Leyi took a few hundred yuan of private money and said to her father: "Dad, I want to go play with Unle. You can send someone to drive me."
"Okay, okay, I'll call the driver right now." Zhang Mouzhi was very relieved.
Zhang Leyi set out on the road with a little excitement. After entering the city, she said to the driver: "I'm going to buy some things for my daughter's house. Just wait for me here."
The driver naturally agreed and stayed there faithfully. However, Zhang Leyi got into the cosmetics shop, slipped out of the back door quietly, called a rickshaw and went straight to the station, where she took the train to Wuhan.
From Jiangxi to Tianjin, the most convenient way is to take the Beijing-Hankong Line. But there is a war there, and the only way to reach Zhengzhou is at most, so Zhang Leyi went down the river from Wuhan and chose to take a ship to Shanghai.