Jiangxi, Lushan. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Rizhao Peak No. 3 Villa.

Song Ziwen walked in the shade of the trees, looking at the green mountains in the distance, and couldn't help but sigh: "Lushan is really a cool world, which is completely different from the heat of Wuhan and Nanjing. ”

Zhang Mouzhi followed Song Ziwen's side, bowed slightly and said, "Minister Song, I have the courage to express a little opinion on the construction of a villa for my mother. Although Lushan is cool and quiet, the climate is humid, and the mother is old, so special attention needs to be paid to the selection of the site. ”

"You're an expert at building villas, keep talking." Song Ziwen said.

Zhang Mouzhi said: "Lushan is very large, and the villa needs to be built in a place with good ventilation conditions, which is relatively not so humid. And it has to be close to the road, so it is convenient to go down the mountain, in case the mother has a headache and brain fever, she can also see a doctor quickly. But it can't be too close to the road, because the elderly need to be quiet. ”

Song Ziwen praised: "You are very thoughtful, and you deserve to be the first architect of Lushan and Jiujiang." ”

"I don't dare to be the first, it's just that I have built a lot of houses, and I have some uncommendable experience." Zhang Mouzhi said modestly.

Song Ziwen said with a smile: "I will ask Mr. Zhang to build a villa for my mother." It's not early, I'll say goodbye first, otherwise it will be dark before I go down the mountain. ”

"Why is Minister Song in a hurry?" Zhang Mouzhi said, "I have asked the maid to prepare the dinner, and I hope that Minister Song will appreciate his face." ”

Song Ziwen waved his hand and said, "There is no need to eat, I still have something to do when I go down the mountain." ”

"It's just a little commonplace, Minister Song doesn't have to filter," Zhang Mouzhi desperately retained, "and it's already five o'clock in the afternoon, even if you go back, it's already dark." It's better for Minister Song to rest in the cold house, if there is anything important, you can go directly tomorrow. ”

Song Ziwen hesitated for a few seconds, and finally smiled: "Since Mr. Zhang is hospitable, then I will be disrespectful." ”

Zhang Mouzhi was overjoyed when he heard this, and led the way and said, "Minister Song, let's go to the living room and sit down for a while, and I'll let the little girl go downstairs to accompany you for a while." ”

Song Ziwen nodded slightly, not caring about this. He came to Jiangxi in May, called summer vacation, but in fact, he accompanied Li Zongren to meet Zhu Peide.

Zhu Peide became chairman of the Jiangxi provincial government in April this year and concurrently served as commander-in-chief of the Fifth Route Army. This man nominally respects the Wuhan government, but in fact maintains independence and takes a wait-and-see attitude towards factional struggles.

Li Zongren's persuasion from a political standpoint had little effect, but it was different with Song Ziwen in his presence. Song Ziwen promised to help Zhu Peide "raise military expenses", which was finally approved by Zhu Peide, who began to "purge the Communist Party" at the end of May.

Zhu Peide's method of "purging the Communist Party" was similar to Feng Yuxiang's, and he "sent our party members out of the country" without killing them on a large scale.

After helping the principal settle the affairs of 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 meet the source, so that the two prefectures of Ninghan and Han would come to woo him, and he was not panicking with the huge amount of money from the Jiangsu and Zhejiang consortium in his hands.

The two came to the living room, Zhang Mouzhi asked the servant to serve tea, and said respectfully: "Minister Song, please wait for a while." ”

"Please." Song Ziwen said with a smile.

Zhang Mouzhi walked quickly to his daughter's study and blamed: "Le Yi, why are you still stunned?" Go down and chat with Minister Song. ”

"An official, what do you have to talk to him?" Zhang Leyi knew what her father was thinking.

Zhang Mouzhi persuaded: "Silly daughter, Minister Song is young and handsome and has not married a wife, and he is also the Minister of Finance of the National Government, where can I find such a young talent?" Don't miss your chance! ”

Zhang Leyi sneered: "It's so nice, are you trying to cling to the powerful?" ”

"What's so bad about clinging to the powerful?" Zhang Mouzhi said, "I didn't just find an old man for you to marry, but I chose thousands of times to find a good husband for you." As long as you marry Minister Song, your life will be happy, and it will also be good for your father's career. So why not have the best of both worlds? ”

"If you want to go, I won't marry." Zhang Leyi said with a bad face.

"Are you still thinking about that Zhou Hexuan?" Zhang Mouzhi said angrily, "You don't inquire about what that Zhou Hexuan is doing in Shanghai." He made a fortune by selling his belly pocket, and his reputation has long been stinky! ”

Zhang Leyi smiled angrily: "Selling your belly pocket to make a fortune is always more noble than selling your daughter to make a fortune." ”

"You ......" Zhang Mouzhi was heartbroken, "how can I raise a daughter like you, I don't worry at all." ”

Zhang Leyi didn't want to get into too much trouble with her father, she said: "I can talk to that Minister Song, but the marriage will be discussed later." ”

"Okay, it's all up to you," Zhang Mouzhi hurriedly urged, "Hurry up, Minister Song has been waiting for a long time." ”

The father and daughter quickly went downstairs, and Zhang Leyi's mother was already entertaining, chatting with Song Ziwen nonchalantly.

Zhang Mouzhi walked over with a smile on his face and introduced, "Minister Song, this is the little girl Le Yi. Although she has never stayed abroad, she is also a graduate of a church school and is very proficient in English. You young people should have common topics. ”

"Hello Minister Song." Zhang Leyi nodded and smiled.

The moment Song Ziwen saw Zhang Leyi, his eyes were obviously dull, and then he returned to normal and said, "Hello, hello." Don't call me Minister Song, it's too outward, call me ......"

Song Ziwen was suddenly speechless, calling "Ziwen" seemed too abrupt, calling "brother" too close, and his English name was a dialect transliteration, so I really didn't know what to call it.

There's a play!

Zhang Mouzhi saw that Song Ziwen was already incoherent, and hurriedly looked 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, you can get busy." Song Ziwen said casually.

Zhang Mouzhi also left under the pretext of leaving, and there were only two young people left in the living room.

The atmosphere was a little awkward, Zhang Leyi picked up a piece of candy from the coffee table and said, "Minister Song, please eat candy." ”

"Okay," Song Ziwen peeled off the candy and threw it into his mouth, saying, "It's too much to call the position, you still call me Brother Song." ”

Zhang Leyi pursed her lips and smiled: "You are not a few years younger than my father, why don't I call you Uncle?" ”

"Hehe, it's fine." Song Ziwen said embarrassedly.

The same name, in history, Zhang Leyi called it so for closeness, but now it is called so for estrangement. is already called "uncle", which naturally implies that the two are different generations and the age gap is too large.

That night, the banquet atmosphere of the Zhang family was warm, and Song Ziwen was a little drunk with joy, and pulled Zhang Mouzhi to tell a lot of "secrets". By the next day, Song Ziwen couldn't take care of his important matters, and after Zhang Mouzhi's stay, he agreed to come down and stayed at Zhang's house for three days in a row.

Zhang Leyi's daily work is to chat with Minister Song. In addition to being irritable, she felt that it was not the way to continue, so she pretended to be very happy and deceived her parents.

Finally waited for Song Ziwen to go down the mountain, Zhang Leyi took a few hundred yuan of private money and said to his father: "Dad, I'm going to go to Uncle to play, you send someone to drive me." ”

"Okay, okay, I'll call the driver." Zhang Mouzhi was relieved.

Zhang Leyi went on the road with a little excitement, and after entering the city, she said to the driver: "I'm going to buy some things from my daughter's house, and you are waiting for me here." ”

The driver naturally promised and stayed there honestly. Zhang Leyi got into the fat powder shop, quietly slipped through the back door, called a rickshaw and went straight to the station, and took the train to Wuhan.

From Jiangxi to Tianjin, the most convenient distance is to take the Jinghan line. But there was a war going on there, and at most he could reach Zhengzhou, so Zhang Leyi went down the river from Wuhan and chose to go to Shanghai to take a steamer.