This courtyard was not built by Yang Sichang, but I don't know which predecessor built it, anyway, if you can achieve this status, as long as you want to make money, you will not lose your net worth - this little bit of silver is just a drop in the bucket for them.

And in the middle of the two courtyards is a rather large garden, in which are planted with flowers and trees of the four seasons, but it is now winter, and everything is depressed. The flowers and trees that compete in the spring and summer are now invisible, and only the dead branches remain, shivering in the cold wind.

There is also a small lake in the middle of the garden, the lake is not big, about three or five zhang square, and a pool of clear water in the lake has long been frozen into ice. On the white ice, you can also see some old gray withered lotus, and the dry leaves are spread on the ice, which is extremely desolate.

There is a rockery by the lake, the rockery is not high, only two zhang high, and it is not built of a very precious, extremely exquisite stone. When it comes to Qingqi Xiumei, it is far less than the famous gardens in the south of the Yangtze River, but in the north, it is already very good.

There are fine houses at the bottom of the mountain, there are only three rooms, the flower hall in the middle, the study room on the left, and the bedroom on the right.

It is beautifully built, mainly made of wood and bamboo. The wood is a log, stripped of only the bark, and still retains its original form, and the bamboo is a large bamboo in southern Sichuan, with a yellowish color. The log and the bamboo are very interesting and elegant.

In the flower hall, the furnishings are only elegant.

The floor is made of bamboo, and the large bamboos cut in half are put together one by one, making the ground like waves. In the center of the room, at the back, there is a Bogu shelf, which is filled with all kinds of curiosities. The four sheep Fangzun engraved with gold inscriptions presents a heavy and old jade-colored jade ring, and at a glance you can know that they are all old objects from three generations ago.

Behind the Bogu shelf is the moon gate leading to the bedroom and study.

In front of the Bogu shelf, there is a large table of rosewood. The table was huge, a foot long and six feet wide, and its heavy board was a foot thick. Look at the grain of the wood, it is made of a large log. Such a large board, I don't know where to find it, it's really extremely expensive, and more importantly, now there are very few red sandalwood trees, and there is no market, even if you have money, you can't buy it. It's also a shame that the flower hall is large, and it doesn't feel like an eyesore when it is released.

The four legs of the red sandalwood table are short and thick, that is, one and a half feet high, but they are one foot thick, which looks very clumsy.

On the red sandalwood table, a tripod and a bronze tripod were placed.

This tripod is two feet high, the diameter is about two feet, there are three legs below, there are round ears on it, and it is engraved with large and small gold inscriptions, and the shape is strange.

At this time, this bronze tripod appeared two weeks at the latest, but it was made as a hot pot at this time. It was filled with half a tripod of water, which had been boiled at this time, and a lot of spices were thrown into it, and the aroma was overflowing, and the heat evaporated and rose up.

And in this big red sandalwood table, there are a long number of cases, which are full of all kinds of meat dishes and ingredients. deer tenderloin with a beautiful pattern like marble; Fresh and fatty, red and white fat sheep hind leg meat; The pale cyan prawns, which are more than a foot long, can be seen at a glance and are transported by ice from the seashore all the way. The beef was cut a little thicker, and only the little hump meat on the tip of the camel hump was cut into very thin slices. In addition, there are many vegetables that are rarely seen in winter, such as white and tender fresh mushrooms, verdant cucumbers, bright green leeks, etc., which are eaten in winter, and even cost more than the expensive meat in the past.

The meat is cut into slices or left as they are, and then stacked neatly on the plate, like flowers blooming.

In the small dish next to it, there are a lot of ingredients, including a dipping sauce made of sesame sauce and sesame oil, mustard, sesame oil sprinkled with garlic paste, and spicy dogwood juice, green onion and ginger cut into very fine and fine filaments, pepper and so on.

A woman in a pale yellow skirt was kneeling on a futon next to the table. She is twenty-eight years old, and she has no grease powder on her face, and she is as beautiful as jade. The hair was not combed up, but draped over the shoulders, like carved jade.

She knelt on the futon, her back straight, and reached out with an ivory chopstick to pick out some dishes and put them on a small plate. Then he stood up, used ivory chopsticks to dip the meat and vegetables in the boiling water slightly, and then put them into a very thin, thin dish that seemed to be as fragile as an eggshell. Then she walked over with Nana, slowly knelt down beside her, and respectfully placed the small plate on top of the cases.

Every line is elegant, but it is like flowing water, and it is not pretentious at all.

Behind those cases, there sat a scribe in his forties, his face was thin, his eyes were sharp and energetic, and he looked very imposing.

This person is Yang Sichang, he is a Jinshi in the thirty-eighth year of Wanli, and he is already forty and six this year, but because of proper maintenance, his career is smooth sailing, and this mood is also very good, so he looks a lot younger. If he stood with Emperor Chongzhen, who was only twenty-four years old, maybe His Majesty the Emperor, who was overworked, worried day and night, and born early, would look even older.

He wore a navy-colored robe with a round neck and large sleeves, and although he was in the house, he also wore a hat, but instead of the usual square scarf, he wore a soft scarf with soap bars. The soap strip soft towel, that is, the style with two straps hanging at the back, is also commonly known as the Confucian scarf.

Although he is not young, he has fluttering sleeves and chic demeanor, but he still has a bit of a jade taste.

He picked up a piece of venison with his heavy gold-encrusted ivory chopsticks, dipped it in the sesame sauce, smeared it with a little dogwood juice, and gently put it in his mouth. Feel the fragrance bloom in your mouth, and stimulate your taste buds for a while. Yang Sichang chewed twice and swallowed gently, and at this time, the maid had already picked up a glass of wine as red as blood and waited quietly. Yang Sichang took the wine glass, took a sip, and sighed softly.

He looked at the woman and said with a smile: "Lan Niang's condiments, the original soup, always have this taste, and no one else can replace it." ”

The woman called Lan Niang pursed her lips and smiled softly: "If the master likes it, it's fine." ”

Her voice was crisp, but there was a hint of hidden hoarseness in it, which sounded a little seductive to a mature woman.

Yang Sichang smiled and was about to say something, when the woman suddenly frowned and looked outside. Yang Sichang glanced at her: "Someone?" ”

"Hmm." Lan Niang nodded: "Fifteen steps away, the steps are fast, but frivolous and weak, and the body is hollowed out by the wine." It should be the housekeeper, Yang Mo. ”

Yang Sichang was convinced of her words, this woman not only behaved elegantly like an orchid, but also had a very clever kung fu, although it was certainly not as powerful as in the book, but her ears and eyes were clear, and her skills were far better than ordinary people.

Sure enough, soon, a respectful middle-aged voice sounded outside: "Master, there are two young men outside the government office, one of whom claims to be the son of your old friend." ”

"The son of a friend?" Yang Sichang frowned: "Is there a post?" ”

"Yes." Yang Mo, the housekeeper of the inner house, knew the old man's habits, so he stuffed the prayer post and the letter through the crack in the door.

Lan Niang got up and took the letter and the post, but she didn't give it to Yang Sichang, but opened it directly herself. Yang Sichang was neither surprised nor annoyed, obviously accustomed to it.

"It is a son named Hou Fangyu, whose father is the current Hubu Shangshu Hou Sui, who said that he traveled all over the world, passed by Yanghe, and came to visit the master." Lan Niang asked, "Do you see it?" ”

"Hou Sui's son?"

Speaking of which, Yang Sichang and Hou Sui are just very light friendships, and they are officials in the same dynasty and nodding their heads. Of course, it's not an enemy, after all, it's the middle of the Chongzhen Dynasty, compared to the bloody and bloody years, the apocalypse years and the early Chongzhen period, the current court is much milder. Although this supreme being stubborn and mean, with a dry personality, convinced of those whom he should not trust, and turned a deaf ear to those whom he trusted, and considered himself a saint, he was always deceived by the courtiers - despite all these shortcomings, his skill was still quite skillful.

Emperor Chongzhen's greatest hatred is party strife, which is true. As soon as Pu ascended the throne, Emperor Chongzhen purged the eunuch party with Wei Zhongxian as the core, but this does not mean that he will reuse Donglin. In fact, after the fall of the eunuch party, Donglin was not much proud, and Emperor Chongzhen's most followers were like Shoufu Zhou Yanru, etc., who were actually the so-called lonely ministers. Non-party, at least on the surface, non-party. The reason why Zhou Yanru died so miserably and ended so bleakly in the later period was because he committed Emperor Chongzhen's taboo - collusion with Donglin.

The so-called gentlemen of the Donglin Party occupy one by one, but they are just officials. But this kind of mad dog is also like this, and seeing who bites whom's position is very suitable for them.

The relationship between Hou Sui and Yang Sichang is like that, not very close, and of course it will not be rude. If the son-in-law passes by his own territory to visit him, if he does not see it, not only will he offend people, but it will also be difficult to hear when it spreads.

As for who the other person was, Yang Sichang simply ignored it. "Take them to the signing room." Seeing Yang Sichang's expression, Nalan Niang already knew his intentions and commanded directly. "Yes." Yang Mo, the housekeeper of the inner house, seemed to be accustomed to this woman's orders, so he answered and went directly.

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