Cui Yuan is back, Zheng Peng doesn't often go to Cui Mansion to communicate with Lu Shu's microphone, and now he is not afraid of him, but after learning about Ma Liu's fate, so as not to drag down the people around Lu Shu.

The rules of famous families cannot be despised or provoked.

As if there was a tacit understanding, after Cui Yuan returned to Boling, he only came to the construction site once, when Zheng Peng had something to go out, the two did not meet, and they were in a peaceful situation, however, as time passed, the bridge tended to improve day by day, and this delicate balance was broken.

However, in July, after four months of round-the-clock efforts, the main rest of the bridge was finally completed, although the scaffolding has not been dismantled, and the bridge body is still solidifying, but from a distance, the charm of the bridge has been felt.

From a distance, the bridge looks like a giant dragon across the Ling River, looking very majestic, and by no means comparable to those thin wooden bridges.

The main body of the bridge has been completed, Zheng Peng can not rest, immediately organize craftsmen to improve the bridge, repair the road to connect the official road, organize craftsmen to carve railings, and then install on the bridge deck, the bridge piers should also be coated with a layer of cement oil, at this time the number of people in the workshop was reduced to about 100 at the peak of more than 300 people.

Everyone could tell that the bridge was nearing completion, and there was nothing to stop it from being completed.

In four months, there were five large and small floods, and two strong winds, but the bridge has withstood the test, and it is still unknown how much the bridge can carry, but the bridge is indeed built.

"The color of this stone is a little different from the others, so change it."

"In the past, it was rushed before the rainy season, but now it is different, these railings are the façade of the bridge, and they must not be sloppy."

"Do a good job, every beast face must be polished."

"Huang San, you take someone to check if there is trachoma, and all trachoma must be blocked."

Zheng Peng was constantly patrolling the construction site, and when he saw something wrong, he immediately pointed it out and strived to do it perfectly.

So much money and so much hard work have been put into it, and the final façade must be done well, this is a gift to Lushu, so that Lushu can marry in style, and it is an excellent publicity opportunity.

With his current fame, as well as the halo bonus of the thousand-year-old famous Boling Cui clan, the wedding must be very eye-catching, just take the opportunity to promote the cement.

Once cement is promoted, Datang's infrastructure will be pushed forward for centuries, and Zheng Peng also sees the huge business opportunities contained in it.

When he was busy on the construction site, Zheng Fu suddenly ran over in a hurry: "Young master, little... Master, old boy... No, Miss Lushu's eldest father, Cui Yushi, is here. ”

After Zheng Fu finished speaking, his face was red and white, red was running too fast and panting, and Bai was scared of himself, listening to Zheng Peng talking about Cui Yuan as an old boy every day, and Zheng Fu was biased.

A subordinate actually calls the elder of his own master, and the official who can still go to the court an old boy, is too unruly, and he is a little afraid when he wakes up.

As a professional housekeeper, Zheng Fu made a fatal mistake.

Fortunately, Zheng Peng didn't pay attention to these details, or didn't think it was a problem at all, and nodded when he heard the words and said, "It's time to meet, if he doesn't come to me, Young Master Ben will go to him, by the way, what about the old boy?" ”

"Young master, you can't call it like that, it will have a bad impact if it spreads." Zheng Fu immediately persuaded.

"Bad influence? Didn't you call it just now? ”

Zheng Fu's old face turned pale all of a sudden, and he slapped himself on the side of his mouth and said, "Yes, yes, yes, it's all old slaves, it's too unruly, please punish the young master." ”

"What are you doing, stop, it's just a joke" Zheng Peng said angrily: "You don't need to remind you about this, Young Master Ben will pay attention, what about the old boy?" ”

"At Mochigetsu-tei."

Zheng Peng nodded and said, "Zheng Fu, prepare the horse." ”

This old boy has come to the Linghe River, and if he has something to discuss, he has to put on a show, and he has to go to the Moon Pavilion to see him by himself.

Looking at Zheng Peng, who was covered in dust, Zheng Fu whispered: "Young master, you are not decent, change your clothes." ”

"That's it, otherwise it would seem that this young master is working hard."

A quarter of an hour later, Zheng Peng dismounted at the Moon Pavilion, and said while ascending the pavilion: "I don't know if Elder Cui is coming, I missed the welcome, and I ask for forgiveness." ”

While speaking, he glanced at the Moon Pavilion, Zheng Peng secretly said in his heart that this Lao Tzu will not only put on music, but also enjoy, the whole pavilion is cleaned, the stone bench is placed on the embroidered mat, the table is covered with red cloth, there is no shortage of wine, fruits, and pastries, two beautiful maids, one pours wine and feeds, and the other gently massages his back.

Cui Yuan raised his eyelids, glanced at Zheng Peng, and said lightly: "Yuancheng Zheng family, from Xingyang Zheng family, seven clans and five surnames, famous families, why, how can you salute when you see the elders?" ”

Familiar voice, familiar taste, as soon as you meet, you will give yourself a horse.

Zheng Peng's old face twitched, knowing that the old boy could not be satisfied with the bow, so he gritted his teeth and could only bow his head.

"Cui Lao is teaching a lesson."

While speaking, Zheng Peng knelt down, and after kneeling, he quickly touched the ground with his forehead and stood up, which was a more solemn bow to see the elders, similar to the kowtow of later generations.

Huaxia is a country of etiquette, there are many etiquettes, ancient chairs are not very popular, most of us sit on the ground or on low beds and bend their knees, so it seems that there is little difference between the posture and position of "kneeling" and "sitting", everyone does not have much humiliation for the etiquette of "kneeling", but Cui Yuan reprimanded the etiquette as soon as they met, which made Zheng Peng very depressed.

I can't help him.

Zheng Peng also figured it out, the more he disobeyed him, the more it aroused Cui Yuan's old boy's desire to conquer himself, in his eyes, he was an untamable wild horse, as long as he had the opportunity, he always wanted to find an opportunity to toss himself.

"This etiquette is not standard enough, the knees are not on the ground at the same time, the head is not low enough, and the ground is not loud, and I don't know how your parents taught it, it's just that the old man is not an uncivilized person, you pass the test."

"Elder Xie Cui is considerate."

The matter of saluting came to an end, and Cui Yuan quickly frowned again: "Zheng Peng, you are also a general, and you have a knighthood, why don't you pay attention to your appearance so much, look at your dress, what is the difference between you and those Tianshenu?" ”

Well, it's troublesome again.

Zheng Peng said without changing his face: "This bridge is a part of my heart to Lushu, and it is also a gift to the old folks of Boling. ”

Cui Yuan snorted coldly, turned his head, ate a piece of marinade that the maid gave him with silver chopsticks, and drank a glass of wine when he was finished.

When he drank, some of the wine was stained on his beard, and the beautiful maid carefully wiped it off for him.

The old boy is over sixty years old, with white hair, and the beautiful maid is at most sixteen or seventeen years old, seeing the performance of these two people, Zheng Peng remembered a poem: A pear tree presses begonias.

This is a seven-character quatrain made by the Northern Song Dynasty writer Su Shi, used to ridicule his friend Zhang Xian for marrying an eighteen-year-old concubine at the age of eighty, the pear blossom is white, implying the old man's white hair, the begonia is red, suggesting the ruddy cheeks of the woman in the flower, and the popular point is that the old cow eats tender grass.

Zheng Peng was suddenly very unhappy.

As soon as they met, they picked thorns and dismounted, and the big gifts were given to him, Cui Yuan, an old boy, drank wine and ate meat and teased the beautiful maid, he was alone and happy, and he put himself aside, a table of delicious food, without the slightest intention of asking himself to sit down and enjoy it together.

Not only is it a score, but it is also annoying.

Zheng Peng's eyes rolled, and he suddenly shouted, "Hey, there are mosquitoes." ”

As he spoke, he slapped his left shoulder suddenly, and with a "snap", I saw the dust flying, and under the sunlight, I could see the dust falling on the dishes, wines, and snacks on the table....

There was a lot of dust on the construction site, Zheng Peng stayed in the carved stone for a long time just now, his clothes were full of dust and fine stone chips, the moon viewing pavilion was not big, it was very close to the stone table, and there was just a breeze when he was shooting, and the wine and food were all hit at once.

Cui Yuan's eyes widened, and he saw that a table was ruined, and he didn't have time to stop, only to hear Zheng Peng say that there were mosquitoes here, and at the same time slapping the clothes on his body, and the dust was everywhere for a while, and the scene was a disaster, creating a miniature sandstorm.

Not only was the wine and food all wasted, but the dust drifted into Cui Yuan's wide-open old eyes.

"Ah, the old man's eyes, Zheng Peng, what are you doing? Ahem..."Cui Yuan yelled loudly.

They all coughed because of the agitation.