For Li Desheng, who was excited and ready to make trouble, Lao Zhang could only avoid it from a distance, pretending not to know this person. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Li Jingren didn't think too much, he just felt that Zhang De was always running on the construction site for a while, and it must be very hard, so he set up a corner so that he could slip away at any time.

Besides, Lao Zhang is an official of the imperial court, or a first-class product of the Sixth Division, and the stabbing history without heels is a fart in front of him. Those county orders and the like, needless to say.

Zhang De, who was in the "micro-service private interview", sneaked into the corner, covered by the curtains, as if he was pure-hearted and had few desires. This corner is also by the stream, and the stream flows down from the northeast to the southwest of the "Killing Jiaotan".

In the scene of flowers, in addition to the children of celebrities, there are more extravagant and extravagant people, and there are some helpers who can speak kindly, and the poor are left with a mouth of sourness.

Ordinary people are not nothing, but they are not peasant families, but citizens of Hanyang, Jiangxia and Jiangxia. Most of these citizens have their own livelihoods, or shops or trades, some make sour soup, some make mash, and some run errands for people......

All kinds of people shuttled back and forth, after all, Li Jingren also took out the color head, whoever has the most beautiful chrysanthemum can get 50 color heads, plus ten China Resources silver dollars with excellent fineness.

For the people of the Tang Dynasty, chrysanthemums were chrysanthemums. Beautiful chrysanthemums are very attractive.

For Lao Zhang, chrysanthemums are not just chrysanthemums, no matter how beautiful the chrysanthemums are, he can't appreciate them.

The engineering dog was dressed in regular clothes, and he had a beard again, and he didn't wear the white jade head, so he wrapped his hair in a towel casually, and lay on the chair while drinking.

Even if someone saw him, most of the local tyrants thought that he was the son of a wealthy family, and they would never have imagined that this was a wealthy boy who was popular with the people of Chang'an.

"Zhang Gong, my family Langjun sent me to ask, is Zhang Gong's foothold still suitable?"

Lao Zhang was like a dead dog on the reclining chair, closed his eyes and hummed: "Thank you to your family Langjun for me." ”

"Yes. Let's go and talk back, and Zhang Gong will rest. After the microphone said, he remembered something and bowed down and said, "By the way, Zhang Gong, Zhang Gong's feet are Cui Shi on the ground, and Xiao Shi is on the bottom." ”

"I know, I'm not here to enjoy chrysanthemums."

"Nagging Zhang Gong, let's go."

When the man left, Zhang Songbai on the side whispered: "Lang Jun, the girl of Cui Changshi's family seems to have come to Jiangxia." ”

"Isn't that what you already know? Presumably Xiao Erniang invited her here. ”

"But Lang Jun, shouldn't Cui Niangzi go to Jiangxia? Since she came last month, she has not crossed the river and has been staying in Hanyang. ”

"How? Do you see that Lao Tzu is empty, and you can't help Lao Tzu be a matchmaker? The lady of the Cui family is doing your? Get lost! I want to sleep, don't let people bother me. ”

“……”

The corners of Zhang Songbai's mouth twitched, he still had something to say, thought about it, handed Zhang De a blindfold, and then turned around and walked out of the curtain, standing there to look at the scenery.

Putting on an eye patch, rubbing two balls of silk into his ears, Lao Zhang directly lay down and fell asleep.

The autumn sun is warm, the wind is not hot and fragrant with chrysanthemums, and the stream next to it is murmuring, which is simply the local tyrant level enjoyment that Lao Zhang dreamed of.

There are more people fighting flowers in this scene, and the rows of potted chrysanthemums outside are even more hawking. Some people from Chang'an came to eat, and at this time, Hanyang also began to call ****** such as candied mountain red, which is Xue Zhaonu's favorite snack. In the past, there was no good sugar, let alone cheap sugar, and few people in the world could eat this.

Since Lao Zhang let Xue Zhaonu satisfy his hunger, there has been a "hawthorn tree love" in many places. There is no way, the fruit of the hawthorn tree can be sold for money.

"This flower is like black jade, unheard of, it is really the most strange in the world."

"Jiangxia Wangfu has a pot of 'Lotus Flower', a pot of snow-colored chrysanthemum, two flowers, but the petals are not slender, but like water lilies, it is really beautiful."

"Is there such a wonderful flower?"

"There was a visitor from Luoyang who brought a pot of 'sycamore wood', and the petals were not symmetrical, but one was upturned and the other fell. The upturned place is like a bird's head, and the falling place is like a phoenix's tail, and when you look at it from a distance, it really looks like a phoenix......"

Tourists enjoy the blossoms there. Passing by Lao Zhang's place, I saw that the curtains were open, and there was a person lying inside. There is a pot of "tiger head" in front, there are bright spots but no features, Zhang Songbai, who stands next to the scenery and protects the flowers by the way, has a gloomy face, like a dead father.

Anyone who visits the museum will immediately feel that this place is like a black hole.

After a while, people who are familiar with each other already know that this corner is a sick brain who occupies the pit and does not. Such a good seat, put dozens of pots of flowers, isn't it a cluster of flowers?

However, unlike other places, this corner is so deserted, even a little miserable. Not to mention the weird layout, the atmosphere is really a bit eerie.

Lao Zhang was lying on the chair and was nothing, but the animal wore an eye patch, and stuffed silk in the ear piercing, and rested his legs on the stool. From a distance, it looked like death.

The curtain is missing one of the three, and he is lying in the middle of the right, which is really just a "lay" word is a serious mourning hall. That's it, there is still a bitter gourd-faced Zhang Songbai standing outside the curtain, which is more and more like a mourning mourning hall, and the one who died in it is either a father or a grandfather......

What's even more ingenious is that the basin of "tiger head" is facing the mouth of the curtain, swaying with the wind, lonely, adding a bit of depression.

Autumn is already a little cool, this scene to the corner, at first glance to see this scene. No matter how good you are, I'm afraid it's like stuffing a stinky sock in your mouth.

And Lao Zhang didn't realize it, slept beautifully, and dreamed that Blizzard released the latest news that the punch card would send a figure. Lao Zhang was saying that he wanted to come to Zhang Daka, but suddenly felt a commotion outside.

He grinned and was about to scold, but saw Zhang Songbai coming over and shouting: "Lang Jun, there is someone making trouble on the mountain." ”

"Ignore it!"

As soon as Lao Zhang heard it, he knew that this was Li Desheng starting to make trouble.

He guessed right, Li Desheng was tearing fat chickens in his hands, and he was very happy to eat among the flowers. Not far away, someone is still reading "One Flower Blooms Five Leaves", probably with a very high level of education.

However, Li Desheng was an iron-blooded man, took out a fat chicken, bit it with his hands, and even sang: "I have just arrived, and I have also come to respond and respond." Hey! There is a way to ......"

Li Desheng, who was in tune, spoke in Xia Luo dialect and imitated the southern dialect, only to hear, "Bodhidharma asked me to eat meat, eat meat, eat meat, why do I eat meat." Futu also came to me and asked me, drinking, drinking, why drinking. ”

When singing up, he carried a wine jug in one hand and a chicken leg in the other: "I will answer the words here, and the Buddha will listen to me clearly." The so-called wine and meat of my family have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha still has a ...... in his heart"

Coo-goo-goo-goo......

After pouring it violently, Li Desheng drank it refreshedly, and bit on the chicken leg, "Keep it in my heart!" ”

Not far away, Li Dexiang's fire-breathing eyes stared at his cousin......