Yang Yuan hurriedly left the "Shuiyunjian" restaurant and rushed to the Qiantang Gate on the bank of the West Lake.
He often sends "calls" to various places in Lin'an and knows the location of various land and water docks.
There is a boat crossing outside Qiantang Gate.
Yang Yuan planned to rent a boat there and rush back to Houshi Street as soon as possible.
When we arrived at Houshi Street, we rented a fast horse from the Lu Family Mule and Horse Company and went to Fuchun.
He wanted to remove the first thunder from Dan Niang's body first.
When he arrived outside Qiantang Gate, Yang Yuan looked around, looking for the ferry boat.
In a small pavilion on the shore, there was an old man with white hair and white beard, fishing there.
There are more than a dozen anglers scattered on the shore of this lake, and this small pavilion has the best location.
There is no need to wear bamboo hats here, and there is no need to worry about sun exposure.
There is a stone table in the pavilion, and there is a man in his thirties beside the table, who is drawing something with a pen.
The burly old man with hair as thick as frost and snow sat on the seat of the small pavilion, with the fishing rod stuck on the railing.
An old white cat lay lazily at his feet.
The old man didn't bother to put the small fish he caught into the fish basket, so he threw them to the old cat.
The old cat was probably full and just stared at the jumping fish.
Once the fish jumps far away, it will quickly stretch out its claws and pull it back.
The old man faced the wind leisurely and said softly: "Ke the enemy, don't be impatient. Do you know why I want you to trace the portrait?
The human heart is inherently untainted, and the mind is naturally pure when it is calm. This depiction is to cultivate the mind.
Let your body and mind focus on the tip of your pen, and cultivate your character bit by bit..."
The old man touched his beard and said with a smile: "You, at a young age, you are already a minister in front of the palace, and you are not allowed to rise any higher in the future?
This character must be tempered, otherwise, if you continue to advance, you will easily get into trouble. "
"Actually, I have a really good temper."
The person who was called the enemy smiled shyly, with a hint of honesty on his heroic face.
This person's surname is Luo, Luo Kedi.
There are eight people in the highest command line of the Forbidden Army. Yuhou, the front secretary of the Forbidden Army, is in the command line of the front department of the Forbidden Army.
Second only to the three yamen commanders, the palace commander and the palace deputy commander.
Although he is only a fifth-grade military attache, he has extremely powerful authority.
Roque is no match for a young man in his thirties, but he has risen to such a high position in the ranks of the Forbidden Army. It is truly remarkable.
It's just that this person has a bit of a weird personality and is usually very talkative.
Okay, okay, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, has become his mantra.
It is completely unlike a person who has repeatedly achieved military exploits at a young age and became a senior general of the Forbidden Army.
But... don't anger him.
If he gets angry, even the King of Heaven and I can't hold him back.
The problem is, no one knows which words or actions can anger him.
It was precisely because of his bad temper that the old man grabbed him and took him with him.
When the old man was fishing, he would draw pictures on the side, euphemistically calling it "cultivation of one's moral character".
The old man rolled his eyes disdainfully at his answer.
But when he turned his eyes, he saw Yang Yuan standing on the dock looking around.
The old man was overjoyed and waved in a loud voice: "Erlang, Erlang, here, here!"
Yang Yuan heard the greeting, took a closer look, walked down from the pier and walked towards the pavilion.
"Ha, it turns out it's my old man. You're fishing here again. How was your catch today?"
This old man fishes here, and he often doesn't want to leave at noon, so he just orders "suohuan" to wrap his stomach.
Yang Yuan had given it to him several times before, and they knew each other's surname was Yang, so they became more familiar with each other.
Without noticing anything, Yang Yuan picked up the fish basket that was sunk by the water and looked at it. He smiled and said, "Hey, it's not in vain today. You caught a lot of fish."
Old man Yang said proudly: "That's right, among the fishermen in this area, I am the luckiest."
As he spoke, he lifted up the fishing rod, re-baited it, and flicked the fishing rod, causing the pulley to spin sharply.
When the fishhook entered the water, Old Man Yang jammed the pulley and stuck the fishing rod on the railing again.
Fishing rods in the Song Dynasty had pulley devices. Yang Yuan was surprised when he saw it for the first time.
Yang Yuan walked through the small pavilion and sat on the pavilion railing.
The old cat played the little fish to death, so he jumped up on the seat and lay down on the hot seat, with his belly turned up and his eyes narrowed in contentment.
There is a patch of black hair on the white cat's belly.
Yang Yuan petted the old cat and said with a smile: "Old man Yang, it's lucky that your cat has a black belly. Otherwise, he might have been snatched away, right?"
When Old Man Yang heard this, his face was full of anger: "No, I can't make a living fishing these days. There are always people coming to see my cat!
Damn it, that guy with long legs lost a broken cat, is the whole Lin'an City going to flatter him?
Each and every one of them claims to be a good man who is called a good man outside the Donghua Gate. Damn! A shameless dog with a broken spine. "
The "long-legged man" mentioned by Old Man Yang is Qin Hui.
Qin Hui's family background and background are very ordinary.
When he was studying in Taixue, he often helped his classmates with errands and chores in order to borrow books from them, so he was nicknamed "Qin Changjiao" by his classmates.
Yang Yuan quickly looked around and reminded: "Old man Yang, please keep your voice down. If you are reported by someone who is interested, it will be easy to arrest you and put you in the government."
Luo Kedi, who was describing the portrait, also stopped writing and raised his head, saying: "Yes, you always have a loud voice, so you should speak more restrained to avoid causing trouble."
Old man Yang said angrily: "Shut up! If you weren't a firecracker, I don't know how worry-free you would be. Why are you trying to teach me something?"
"Okay, okay, you are always right."
Luo Kedi agreed with a smile, then bowed his head obediently and continued to draw.
Yang Yuan looked at Luo Kedi and whispered to Old Man Yang: "Your nephew?"
Old man Yang replied casually: "A junior."
He paused and continued to complain: "Now, even Lin'an Mansion has issued a notice to find cats for Long-Legged Man!
How decent it is! Nowadays, only the Imperial Guards of Sanya do not care about the long-legged man, which can be regarded as leaving some dignity for the imperial court.
Otherwise, the court would lose face and even the crotch cloth would be stripped off. "
Yang Yuan smiled and said: "If I were the commander of the Sanya Forbidden Army, I would join in the fun and arrange for the Sanya Forbidden Army to help him find cats!
Not only do I have to send out the imperial troops in the barracks, but I also have to dispatch most of the officers and soldiers garrisoning in the palace and send them all to find the cats. "
When Old Man Yang heard this, he was immediately displeased. He spit hard, glared at Yang Yuan and said, "I didn't expect that you are also a scoundrel!
Gungungun, don’t say your surname is Yang in the future. We, the old Yang family, don’t have someone as embarrassing as you. "
"No."
Yang Yuan said with a smile: "Old man Yang, do you think I am flattering him? I can't... am I giving him eye drops?"
