After lunch, Luo Fengtang helped Old Uncle Geng sweep the yard and chop firewood.
Chatting with old Uncle Geng and his wife.
Yang Ruoqing locked herself in the room.
Take out the pen and paper you carry with you and lie down there to write and draw.
From time to time, I scratched my scalp and made a squeaking sound.
From time to time, he would bite the tip of his pen and look like he was meditating.
Luo Fengtang finished chopping the firewood and when he entered the house, he saw her holding her cheek and frowning.
He seemed to be racking his brains to think of something.
"Qing'er, what are you drawing?"
he asked, walking over this way.
"Don't look!"
She came to her senses and quickly stretched out her hands to block the things on the paper.
With a startled glance, Luo Fengtang only saw a long thing drawn on the paper, similar to a 'dragon bone'.
"Okay, okay, I just won't look at it."
He smiled helplessly and handed over the tea bowl in his hand.
"Are you tired after painting for so long? Have a sip of tea and rest." He said.
She smiled and took another piece of paper to cover the painting. Then she stood up, took his tea and took a few sips.
"Qing'er, do we really want to go to Master Zuo's house for dinner at night?"
Luo Fengtang asked.
Yang Ruoqing nodded: "He sincerely invited me, so we will definitely go. Besides, we came here just to greet him.
"
Luo Fengtang said: "Yeah."
"Then what gifts should we bring? Are they the ones brought from the carriage?" he asked again.
Before coming over, the two people specially purchased some gifts in the county that were relatively suitable for the table.
At this moment, Yang Ruoqing pondered for a moment, but shook her head.
"Now that I have seen the kind of person Master Zuo is, the gifts we brought here are inappropriate for the time," she said.
"ah?"
Luo Fengtang was surprised.
The gifts I spent so much money on are not suitable for the time. Do I have to visit empty-handed?
This is not etiquette!
When he was puzzled, Yang Ruoqing spoke up again.
"Of course I won't go empty-handed," she said.
"I've prepared the gift."
"Where?" he asked.
She turned sideways and glanced at the drawing paper covered on the table.
"What? It?" He was surprised.
Yang Ruoqing curled her lips and smiled.
“When giving gifts, it doesn’t matter how big or small the gift is, the key is to give it what you like.”
she explained.
She has confidence.
What she drew on the paper, in the eyes of other landlords and wealthy people, was just a piece of waste paper that was too rough to wipe their butts.
But Master Zuo will definitely like it!
Everything remains to be seen.
Finally it was night.
The owner of Zuo Village sent a long-term worker from his family to invite Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang over.
Old Uncle Geng was also among those invited.
So they went to the owner Zuo's house together.
The owner of Zuo Zhuang's house is a courtyard with two entrances.
The white walls, blue tiles and tall horse head wall follow the typical Huizhou architectural style in this area of Wanghai County.
Several people entered the courtyard.
The yard is very simple and rustic, a typical farmyard.
It's just much more spacious than other homes.
In the yard, camphor trees are planted to prevent insects and moisture.
In the late spring night breeze, the scent of camphor trees is refreshing and makes people feel intoxicated.
The lights were on in the front hall, and the owner of the village was standing at the door of the hall.
Seeing Old Uncle Geng and others coming, Master Zuo greeted them with a smile.
"Brother Luo, Miss Yang, please come to the house."
By the lights in the room, Yang Ruoqing saw that Master Zuo had changed his clothes.
The light blue robe outlines his tall and straight figure.
Her dark hair was pulled up, revealing her plump figure.
He has sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, a straight and high bridge of nose, and piercing eyes.
Xu had just taken a shower, the earthy smell on his body was washed away, and a fresh feeling emanated from his body.
He withdrew his gaze and followed Luo Fengtang and Old Geng Bo into the main room.
The main room in front of you is spacious and bright.
When you enter the door, you will see a portrait hanging in the middle of the main room.
It’s not a birthday girl, nor is it an auspicious landscape painting.
It is a portrait of an old man with a kind-hearted look and eyebrows that fall to the ground.
On both sides of the portrait are inscribed couplets.
'Rules last forever, craftsmen ancestors,
Wonderful but learned by the artist. '
Horizontal batch: square and round curves.
Below the portrait is a long table with offerings placed on it and incense burning in the incense burner.
Yang Ruoqing pondered the meaning of this couplet and guessed that the portrait was dedicated to the founder of carpentry in this era, right?
Luban?
have no idea.
This world is somewhat similar to ancient China, but there are some differences.
There is an Eight Immortals table next to the long table, and there are carved back chairs around the Eight Immortals table.
No matter it’s the polishing of the table corners or the intricate carvings of flowers, birds, insects and fish on the backs of chairs.
Even the wooden holder for the candle on the table…
They all made her realize the charm of wood carving.
The owner of Zuo Village invited everyone to sit down, and the family's long-term worker made tea.
Then he, Luo Fengtang and old Uncle Geng were drinking tea and chatting.
Yang Ruoqing turned her head, her curious gaze couldn't help but glance over the furniture.
It wasn't until Luo Fengtang touched her elbow lightly that she came back to her senses.
Only then did she realize that everyone's eyes were on her.
"Qing'er, Master Zuo is asking you something." Luo Fengtang reminded softly.
Yang Ruoqing was startled for a moment, looked at Master Zuo, and smiled.
"Sorry, I was busy admiring the home furnishings of the owner's house. I didn't hear what the owner said clearly. Could you please repeat it?"
She said matter-of-factly.
The owner of Zuo Village was slightly startled.
It was obvious that she was a little surprised by her generous reaction.
Master Zuo immediately smiled and continued what he said before: "You two have come all the way here, there must be something to discuss."
"I, Zuo Junmo, am a straightforward person. If you two have anything to do, just say it."
"As long as I am capable, I will never refuse." He said.
Luo Fengtang habitually gave up the right to speak to Yang Ruoqing.
Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled, and said to Zuo Junmo: "Master Zuo is a cheerful person, we admire him!"
"To be honest with Master Zuo, we came all the way here because we really have something to ask for."
"Zhuo Zhuo is so refreshing. We are not people who don't understand etiquette."
"This is our meeting gift to Master Zuo. Please take a look at it first."
"Master Zuo is satisfied, let's continue. How about it?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
Zuo Junmo was startled again.
He always thought that this pretty little girl was a follower brought here by Brother Luo to show off.
Only now did I realize that it was this little girl who was talking about the problem!
Zuo Junmo's eyes narrowed slightly.
This little girl is generous and not timid at all.
Speak clearly and clearly, always retreating and advancing. It seems that she is a little different from the little girls of the same age in the village.
While Zuo Junmo was stunned, Yang Ruoqing had already stood up.
A thin piece of paper was brought to him with both hands.
Zuo Junmo suppressed the speculation in his heart, glanced at Yang Ruoqing again, and then reached out to take the paper.
Using the light next to him, he opened it and his eyes fell on the paper...
