It was night, and the red lanterns of Jiangfu were hung high.

As the Dragon Boat Festival is approaching, some important members of the Jiang Mansion have returned to the mansion one after another, especially the head of the family who has been away all the year round has also returned in twilight, followed by a heavy carriage.

Yahuan and the family were busier than usual, but they couldn't help but gossip, knowing that the business of Jiangfu had been getting better and better in recent years, and they all guessed how many silver taels the head of the family had brought back this time.

Syllable!

In the study, a fine white porcelain teacup shattered on the white jade floor, breaking the silence of the night.

A middle-aged man in civilian clothes had an angry look on his face, stamping back and forth, and scolding vigorously in his mouth, "Stupid! Idiot! ”。

This is Jiang Zhenxing, the head of the Jiang Mansion, who is in his forties, is in the prime of life, controls all the industries of the Jiang family, and is undoubtedly a well-known figure in the business community of western Guangdong.

Today, I was happy to come back to my home for the Dragon Boat Festival, but I didn't expect that his former scholar, now the housekeeper in the house, would do such a stupid thing without him.

In fact, he didn't blame Steward Zhao for this behavior, but blamed this person for using the worst method, and he was looking for the remnants of the traitorous party. Although he has some connections in officialdom, it depends on what happens.

If it is related to the "rebellion", even if it is a brother, no one dares to cover it up for him. The inspection department of Qingye Town did not dare, Xiao Lidao, the magistrate of Qingshui County, did not dare, and even Tang Fengyuan, the prefect of Gaozhou, did not dare.

"What are we going to do now?" One of the men next to him asked.

Jiang Zhenxing hesitated for a long time, then waved his hand and said, "While there is still room for maneuver in the matter, go and bring that idiot back!" ”

"Save that idiot?" The subordinate frowned slightly.

Jiang Zhenxing exhaled again, and finally waved his hand firmly: "He knows too many things, he can't be saved if he is killed, and I still have a little affection with him after all." ”

……

The spring is silent and the water is soft.

The little lotus showed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly had already stood on its head.

……

It's the middle of May, and several horse-drawn carriages are walking on the mountain road, with wild flowers on both sides of the mountain and butterflies dancing among the flowers.

A beautiful scholar pulled open the curtain of the car, but did not pay much attention to the beautiful scenery on the side of the road, but looked at the road ahead, and seemed to be a little anxious.

The scholar sitting in the carriage holding a painting fan said calmly: "What are you anxious about, it's still far from Jiangcun!" ”

"Brother Gu, we're not going to Jiangcun this time!" Zhao Dongcheng turned his head and said very seriously. He has fine skin and tender meat, but he speaks softly, which really gives people a very girlish feeling.

"Changlin Village is right next to Jiang Village, isn't this the same as when we go back to Qingshan Academy? Why are you in a hurry? Gu Qingfeng opened the painting fan and said slowly.

Zhao Dongcheng lowered the curtain, and then arched his hand and said: "I admire Brother Lin's poems very much, this time he will have a new work for me to see, I can't wait!" ”

"What's there to see, it's not as good as I write!" Gu Qingfeng glanced at him and muttered unevenly in his heart.

For this matter, he always didn't understand why the goods were so popular when he wrote a poem at the gate of the prefect's mansion, but his poem at the gate of the Fuxue Palace was covered by spitting thick phlegm.

From this he came to the conclusion that he was not envied and mediocre, and that business seemed to be more suitable for him.

"Childe, there is Changlin Village in front!"

After a while, the driver who was driving the car outside replied.

Zhao Dongcheng hurriedly pulled the curtain open, but saw a golden grain field in front of him, and in front of the road was a lush bamboo forest and blue sky, which immediately presented a beautiful picture.

"One, two, three, four, five, go up the mountain and fight tigers!"

"The tiger is not at home, hit a little squirrel!"

"How many squirrels are there? One two three four five! ”

"Count and count, one, two, three, four, five!"

……

"A little bee, fly into the flowers, fly, fly."

"Two little rats, run to the granary, eat, eat."

"Three little cats, go catch the little mouse, chase, chase."

"Four little flower dogs, go find the little flower cat, play, play."

……

I saw a group of children walking on the road from the field stalk over there, led by a little girl with a tiger head, they sang nursery rhymes seriously in their mouths, and the singing was very good.

Gu Qingfeng, who was sitting in the carriage, heard it, and seemed to be very interested in this catchy digital nursery rhyme, so he also came to the front of the carriage and followed Zhao Dongcheng to listen to these children's beautiful digital nursery rhymes.

At this time, another digital nursery rhyme sounded.

"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces!"

Well, is this a deciduous leaf or a petal?

"Five, six, seven, eight!"

Well, it's not petals, it's supposed to be a fallen leaf.

"Nine pieces, ten pieces, ten million pieces!"

Well, it wasn't fallen leaves, it was snowflakes, but it didn't mean anything!

"Fly into the reeds and don't see them!"

Thump!

Gu Qingfeng and Zhao Dongcheng fell in front of the carriage one after another, and a big bag rose on their foreheads.

"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces."

"Nine pieces, ten pieces, and tens of millions of pieces, flying into the aloe vera are gone!"

……

What kind of mathematical ballad is this, it is clearly a peerless poem of Yinxue. The front is undoubtedly bland, but the latter sentence suddenly gives the whole poem the finishing touch.

It can't be made by that thing!

Although Gu Qingfeng was not convinced by Lin Haoran, after hearing this poem, he actually had an urge to bow down.

It must be a senior brother!

Zhao Dongcheng's face was flushed, as if he had been smeared with rouge, and he looked more like a woman.

The carriage passed by the group of children, but both of them looked reluctant, and seemed to have an urge to stop and listen to them continue to sing, afraid that they would not be able to hear such a beautiful nursery rhyme anywhere else.

Entering the village, the carriage turned a small bend, drove in from the bamboo forest, and suddenly opened up, and there was an open area in front of him, which was the threshing field of this village.

The two of them saw the tall workshop next to them, especially the bamboo shelf inside was nearly ten meters high, and knew that this was the dyeing workshop that Lin Haoran told them.

"Two brothers, don't come to harm?" Lin Haoran greeted them and bowed to the two of them.

"Everything is fine, thank you brother for your concern!" After Zhao Dongcheng got out of the car, he made an extremely standard return gift.

Gu Qingfeng didn't pay so much attention to it, patted Lin Haoran on the shoulder and asked provocatively: "Can you do it, don't let us run this trip in vain!" ”

"Something brought?" Lin Haoran looked at the carriage behind him and smiled confidently.

Gu Qingfeng turned around and beckoned, and several family members moved the dye and white cotton cloth down. The dyes were prepared by him, and the white cotton cloth was Zhao Dongcheng, and their family was in the cloth business.