Walking through the reconstruction area that is in need of renovation.
Bai Song took the two girls to see the double-story cement building.
Although there is only a simple foundation, every reconstruction area has complete ironing samples.
The contractor in the reconstruction area recognized Bai Song and brought his men up to greet him.
By the way, Bai Song asked the contractor to introduce the plans and designs of the reconstruction area by the Yong'an River.
The contractor is very familiar with this business, because it has financial support from the imperial court, and there will be many imperial officials to supervise the progress of the reconstruction area.
The contractor was eloquent and explained every detail to the two ladies without any obscure vocabulary. The two girls nodded repeatedly.
Lu Yao stood next to Bai Song and patted Bai Song on the shoulder: "When the house here is built, leave one for me. It's cheaper for my brother."
Bai Song smiled and nodded: "No problem."
"Did you also invent this cement?"
"So be it."
Lu Yao touched the cement wall on one side: "This is stronger than the palace where the emperor lives."
"When you become a high official in the future, you must report to the court and renovate the palace. It must be made entirely of cement."
The two looked at each other and smiled, in perfect agreement.
While the two men were talking, the two girls were still communicating.
Zhang Yuhan was even more surprised. She had only heard that the reconstruction plan had caused unrest to her father, but she did not expect that the reconstruction plan would be such a world-wide event.
"Sister Hou, what do you think of this renovation plan?"
Hou Zheng was also surprised. He looked around and nodded: "It looks impressive."
"Will it be a way to benefit the people?"
"I heard that after the renovation, there are more houses here, but they are not cheap. Most people can't afford them."
The contractor said cheerfully: "You two ladies are overly worried. When we built the building, we bought the land from the people with real money. Not only did we give the money, but we also built resettlement houses for the people outside the city. The scale is not as good as This place is much better than other old houses. At least all the structures are made of cement. We give people free houses to live in. Is there anything better than this?"
"Let the people live for free? Isn't this a waste?" Zhang Yuhan wondered.
The contractor proudly pointed to Bai Song's side: "No, who said our boss is a good person?"
The flattery that came naturally did not reach Bai Song's ears, but it made Zhang Yuhan feel comfortable.
I can't say why, but I just think this sentence is pleasant to the ears and more in line with the image of Mr. Bai in my heart.
"I didn't expect Mr. Bai to be such a gentleman who cares about the world."
Hou Zheng was a little confused. Why did the Zhang family girl's mood change after he and Lu Yao were alone for a while? It's really strange that he actually said good things to Bai Song now.
But Hou Zheng is still unhappy with Bai Song. During the trip, he wanted to make Bai Song look embarrassed, but failed. Now even Zhang Yuhan has changed his mind and is even more depressed.
Hou Zheng glanced at Bai Song, who was walking over, and snorted unhappily: "Why do you care about the world? He is clearly a profiteer in the guise of a scholar, and he only wants to make money!"
"Hey, Miss Hou, this is your fault." Bai Song walked over happily, "You said that I only want to make money, and I admit it, but if you say that I only want to make money, then I can't agree. . Who said you can’t care about the world when making money? There is no conflict between the two things. This reconstruction plan can benefit the world and make money at the same time, so why not?"
"quibble!"
Miss Hou said something in a low voice.
But this attitude is completely different in Zhang Yuhan's eyes.
Open-minded and free-spirited, informal and extraordinary.
Zhang Liang really took good care of his daughter. His daughter admired both heroes and talents, and she admired both heroes and talents in the Bai Song Dynasty. Once she had the admiration, she looked at the Bai Song Dynasty in all aspects. comfortable.
"Yuhan." Bai Song shouted softly.
"Ah?" Zhang Yuhan's face turned red when he heard Master Bai address him so affectionately.
"Now that you've seen the reconstruction area, I believe you should have an idea, right? Go back and tell your father what you saw, so that he can rest assured at home."
"Yes." Zhang Yuhan nodded, "Master Bai's reconstruction of poor households is the best way to improve people's livelihood that Yu Han has seen. Yu Han believes that Master Bai's plan will not go wrong, let alone harm his father."
Bai Song nodded with satisfaction and waved to the two women: "Now that we've seen the construction site, let's go back to the ship. After all, it's a bit messy here. You two look in a mess when you go home, and I can't handle it."
Zhang Yuhan covered his mouth with a smile and nodded in agreement.
Hou Zheng pinched the other person and glared: "Whose side are you on?"
Zhang Yuhan blushed.
Back on the boat, the flower boat continued down the river.
In a blink of an eye, it was already afternoon, and the four of them, with their stomachs rumbling, called on the servants accompanying the ship to serve wine and food.
In just half a day together, the four traveling companions became more enthusiastic.
Although Hou Zheng still doesn't like Bai Song, he doesn't feel alienated. Instead, he speaks whenever he has something to say. His dissatisfaction is written all over his face. He doesn't feel like an enemy, but more like a friend who can't be dealt with.
There is no distance between men and women, and there is no sense of restraint in an empty cabin.
Hou Zheng sat next to Lu Yao, close to the man, and didn't care, toasting and eating vegetables.
Lu Yao seemed a little more reserved. He seemed to be more concerned about his image in front of Bai Song, but he didn't quite refuse and didn't dare to make any move.
Bai Song sat across from him and smiled, winking at Lu Yao repeatedly, and motioning for him to grab the girl's waist.
Lu Yao was thin-skinned and pretended not to see it, but Hou Zheng saw it.
"Mr. Lu, please stay away from Mr. Bai from now on. Don't imitate others, otherwise I won't like you anymore."
Our girl said the word "like" in front of everyone, which was really a bit out of line.
Zhang Yuhan was startled, covered his mouth and was speechless, worried and happy, thinking that such a drinking party was exciting.
Lu Yao blushed.
Bai Song shook his head and thought, "Do you have a plan?"
This has calmed you down. Do you have to wait until the monkey girl Ma Yue to take down the waiting girl?
Zhang Yuhan, however, was secretly glancing at the seat next to Bai Song, secretly wondering if he should sit there.
But Zhang Yuhan obviously doesn't have Hou Zheng's personality. He maintains the reserve of everyone. Although he really wants to seek excitement, he can't take this step when buying.
The drinking party at noon was very ambiguous, and the flirting and hints became more obvious as the wine got stronger.
Hou Zheng was drunk in Lu Yao's arms, and Lu Yao finally put his hand on Miss Hou's waist and caressed her secretly.
Bai Song was drunk and hazy, but he still stood up straight. He carefully watched the men and women opposite him touching each other and found it very interesting.
After all, Zhang Yuhan didn't have the courage to make any more extraordinary moves.
Just seeing Mr. Bai being able to maintain his gentlemanly demeanor in such an environment made me admire him even more.
Only then did she recall the poem, but she couldn't remember it completely after hearing it in a hurry.
"Mr. Bai, do you still remember the poem you wrote when you boarded the ship?"
Bai Song nodded.
"Have you ever read it again for Yu Han?"
“A red face is like a blooming lotus, and a plain skin is like condensed fat.
It's graceful and graceful, light and not self-sustaining.
Taste the unparalleled beauty, and rely on the allure of the city.
When Zifu came to serve as a servant, Feiyan returned to his place. "
Zhang Yuhan's cheeks, which had been spread by alcohol, were covered with the sultry sunset glow, and his eyes were shining with fluorescent light infatuatedly.
Only when one is drunk and hazy can one easily enter the essence of poetry.
On this side, Zhang Yuhan listened, got into the poems and paintings, and suddenly wanted to dance for Mr. Bai.
It also lives up to the saying "Flying swallows return to their time".
"The young master is talented and lives up to Chang'an's reputation. It is a blessing for Yuhan to make friends with him today."
The girl's soft voice is endearing.
Thinking about what happened to the girl makes people even more sympathetic.
Bai Song has this kind of nature, and under such circumstances, he will always say something heart-warming in line with the ambiguous atmosphere.
"It is not the result of talent and thought, but the girl's beauty surpasses it, and the poem should be taken as its own."
Little did he know that this moment was heart-warming, but it was also arousing. The love roots he had planted would be no wonder others would harass him in the future.
In this way, Zhang Yuhan understood Mr. Bai's thoughts.
The other person appreciates you.
Zhang Yuhan's face was flushed, his heart was beating, and he felt that today's trip was not in vain.
After a drink at noon, Hou Zheng was completely drunk.
In addition, the boat was bumpy and I vomited several times in my sleep.
As a last resort, Lu Yao helped him into a room in the cabin to rest.
Zhang Yuhan was not much better. She was not that courageous, but she deliberately got herself drunk so that she could always be supported and hugged by Mr. Bai.
Indeed, Zhang Yuhan achieved his goal. After getting off the table, he stayed close to Bai Song, holding Bai Song's arm and refusing to let go.
Bai Song took Zhang Yuhan to the bow of the boat to get some fresh air, which might help him sober up early.
Lu Yao staggered to Bai Song and smiled mysteriously at Bai Song: "You stay here with Miss Zhang, and I'll go stay with my Hou Zheng. If you hear any noise later, don't come over. Do you understand?"
Bai Song's mind was in a state of confusion. He nodded drowsily and subconsciously: "I'm not interested in your Hou Zheng. It's up to you to do whatever you want."
Lu Yao turned around and left.
"Sir, the wind is so strong outside and the jade is so cold..." The intoxicated girl murmured. Her thin clothes and shawl were left somewhere, and there was a layer on her snow-white neck and smooth jade arms. Visible goosebumps.
"Then let's go back."
"No! Master, please hold Yu Han, okay?"
Bai Song was still hesitating. Zhang Yuhan pretended to be brave and got into Bai Song's arms while there was no one around him. He curled up, enjoying himself and being comfortable, and murmured: "This time, it's a secret between Yuhan and the young master. Never do it." Tell someone."
Bai Song couldn't control himself. Just as Zhang Liang thought, he tried to protect the person in his arms even more tightly.
The body of the person in his arms was obviously more relaxed and no longer trembling. He just let Bai Song hold him without any unnecessary movements.
"Where does the Yong'an River go? Why does it never end?" The person in his arms asked in a low voice, not knowing whether he was talking in his sleep or awake.
Bai Song looked ahead and whispered: "The Yong'an River will merge into the Yellow River, right? I don't know either..."
"What's the Yellow River like? Yu Han hasn't seen it... has Young Master seen it?"
