After settling the big case of the Ryukyu boat people, Chen Zhenlong gave Lin Yanchao more than 200 taels of silver, and now Lin Yanchao can be said to have a small net worth. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Lin Yanchao took a hundred taels to his grandfather, and the rest was used for other purposes.

Tired of reading this day, Lin Yanchao walked to the well in the courtyard to watch the fish.

It's nice to have a well in the yard, saving you the trouble of queuing up to get water from the public well at the mouth of the alley, and the water in the well is warm in winter and cool in summer.

In summer, the cool well water can be used to town watermelon, which has a wonderful effect on relieving the heat, and in winter, you can go directly to the well to get water to wash your face and wipe your body, and you will not freeze your hands.

And the well at home also doubles as a fish tank.

There is no fish tank better than this, the wall of the well is covered with grass, green and green, when Lin Yanchao visited the well, but saw that the well water of Qing Lingling was imprinted with white clouds, and a few lively carp chased and bit their tails.

The carp here is not as beautiful as the koi, but it is better than the kindness. The Lin family is used as a fish and a pet.

Lin Yanchao remembered that the reason why the ancients raised fish in the well seemed to be because they were afraid that someone would poison the well.

Lin Qianqian knew that Lin Yanchao liked to look at these fish, so he set up a rattan chair by the well, sometimes Lin Yanchao would also read by the well, consume food, squint for a while in the afternoon, and sometimes wait for grandpa and uncle when they were at home, put a big bowl of tea by the well, and the family chatted and talked about homely things.

Lin Yanchao looked at the fish, and here Zhanming sent a letter to Lin Yanchao.

It turned out that Xie Zhaoqian would invite him to visit the West Lake tomorrow to see "Nie Xiaoqian" by the new row of the Confucian class.

The drama of "Nie Xiaoqian" is just something he did easily, he doesn't want to rely on this to become famous, he didn't come to the Ming Dynasty to be Song Shijie and Guan Hanqing.

However, Lin Yanchao happily agreed, he went to the theater when he watched the play, and reading less for half a day would not hinder anything, and it was rare to steal half a day of leisure.

It snowed lightly the next day.

Lin Yanchao changed into a scholar's shirt. Wearing a cotton robe and a flat square scarf, he went out with Zhanming.

The West Lake is very close, although it is not as famous as Hangzhou, but it is also a famous spot in the provincial capital.

Lin Yanchao went to Chuanya and hired a boat for a hundred yuan. I didn't want a boatman, so I rowed with Zhanming and the two.

The waterways in the provincial capital extend in all directions, and if the tide rises, even cargo ships can enter the city. The stone bridges above the head are all cleverly repaired, just enough for boats to pass under the bridge.

The sound of the water at the bow of the boat was murmuring, the river was winding, and the light snow was blown away by the wind and fell sparsely into the river. Hidden.

The boat passed in front of the ancient Tongjin gate, crossed the Antai Bridge again, then turned its head, rowed to the north, left the double throwing bridge, left the Dingyuan Bridge, went out of the city by the city gate water, and now it is the West Lake.

The weather was cold and frozen. But there are also many tourists who bring their friends to visit the lake. There are also talented and beautiful people boating there on several painting boats.

Lin Yanchao asked Zhanming to row the boat under a stone bridge in the middle of the lake, where ten miles of willow trees covered with snow near the lake. The view is beautiful.

Then Lin Yanchao took out a fishing rod from the stern of the boat.

Lin Yanchao leaned on the boat, throwing a rod to fish, watching the goose feather tube float on the water, and his lazy whole body did not want to move.

"Childe, to show a certain number of years of experience. There will be no fish here. ‘

Lin Yanchao half-closed his eyes and said, "This is not in fishing, but in fishing." ‘

Zhan Ming stopped talking when he heard this, and meditated on the boat.

Lin Yanchao asked, "Aren't you martial arts practitioners working hard all day long?" How can there be meditation exercises? ‘

Zhan Ming said: 'Childe, if you speak. The fish are all gone. ‘

Lin Yanchao smiled and said, "Didn't you say that there won't be any fish here?" ‘

Zhan Ming was silent for a moment and said, "This is to nourish the mind, not to practice and regulate the mind. ‘

Lin Yanchao said: "In this way, you will teach me another day." ‘

Saying that, Lin Yanchao closed his eyes again, and after a long time, he heard the sound of silk and bamboo in the distance, and it turned out that the Confucian Lin class had already started singing. But Lin Yanchao didn't move, just dragging the fishing rod in his hand.

It seems that after the drama was sung, Lin Yanchao's hand shook, and a small white fish was fished out of the bottom of the lake with a bang.

Lin Yanchao said proudly: "Why, I said I could catch a fish!" ‘

Zhan Ming smiled and said, "Didn't Gongzi just say, isn't this fishing not fishing?" ‘

Lin Yanchao laughed, this was a silver carp, so he put it into the fish basket with barbs inside, but saw the little white fish jumping energetically in the fish basket.

At that moment, Lin Yanchao picked up the oar and said: "I also caught a fish, today is worth the trip, let's go and see how the Rulin class sings?" ‘

Zhan Ming rowed the boat and said, "It turns out that Childe is not here to listen to music. ‘

"Listen to music when you want to listen to music, and fish when you want to fish." Lin Yanchao said casually, sitting on the bow of the boat while paddling, while looking at the lake and mountains.

Listening to the fish jumping in the fish basket, Lin Yanchao thought about it and put his hand into the fish basket and sent the little white fish back to the lake.

"I'm in a good mood, I'll spare your life for the time being."

There is a large island in the lake, and the boat rows to a pavilion near the water on the Lantau. Lin Yanchao raised his head, but saw that the pavilion had three words written on it.

Lin Yanchao couldn't help but praise: "This name is good. The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side. Tracing back to it, the road is obstructive and long. Tracing from it, it is like being in the middle of the water. ‘

"It's like in the middle of the water, it's like a pavilion, good name. Let's dock right here! ‘

After Lin Yanchao finished speaking, he landed by boat, and Zhanming tied the boat on the side.

Lin Yanchao walked to the pavilion, but saw that there were three people on the side of the pavilion, all of whom were at the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, and the youngest was not confused, they were sitting by the pavilion, and there were more than a dozen boys on the side, serving servants.

Among the three, two people played blind chess against the lake, and one sat at the table and pondered the verses.

Lin Yanchao walked to the table at the moment, but saw that the old man had already written two sentences, and there was only article longevity in the world, and he didn't ask the spring and autumn to stay.

The pavilion is equipped with a poetry niche, which bears the literary and ink poems left by the literati in the past.

Lin Yanchao walked to the pavilion, read a few articles, and couldn't help but admire in his heart.

At this time, the old man who was thinking about the poems stopped writing and said: 'We are old and decrepit people King Wuwen is still happy, and he only enjoys himself with poetry and chess, which makes the son laugh. ‘

Lin Yanchao smiled and said: "In his later life, he is a mortal person who is not transparent to fame and fortune, so don't laugh at my father-in-law." ‘

The man stroked his beard and said, 'Young men should be persistent.' ‘

At that moment, the names of the two sides were communicated, and when Lin Yanchao was about to call himself the waiting officer Lin Yanchao, the other party just nodded, as if it was the first time he had heard of it. This made Lin Yanchao, who felt a little famous, a little disappointed.

I always thought that the scholars in the house should have some impression of him.

And the name of the other party is either a layman or a fast, and I have never heard of it. However, the unknown is also unknown, and most of the other party is an official gentry at home, and he doesn't want to show his real name.

At this time, the wine was boiling on the stove, and the old man invited Lin Yanchao to drink.

Lin Yanchao was not polite, raised his glass and drank it, the wine was fragrant and pure, and it was actually the best green and red.

Lin Yanchao took a sip of wine and a sip of dried plums, and suddenly heard the tune sung by the Confucian Lin class far into his ears. (To be continued.) )