Along the way, except for having some lunch in Xifu Town at noon, the carriage never stopped. Because as soon as Ling Shuanghua got into the car, he explained the handlebar style: "On the way, except for lunch at noon, we don't need to stop, and try to reach Nanma Village before the sun goes down."
The handlebar-style obedient drove the carriage quickly along the way, and arrived at Xifu Town at noon.
After passing Xifu Town and walking another 20 miles to Nanma Village, the driver said proudly to Ling Shuanghua, "Ma'am, my driving skills are not bad. I should be able to reach Nanma Village at Shenshi in the afternoon. There must be delays." None of your business."
Ling Shuanghua said with a smile: "Yes, your driving skills are really good. The car is stable and fast. After getting off the car, I will pay the master another car payment to express my gratitude!"
The handlebar type shyly scratched his head with his hands and said: "I'm not ashamed, I have already received a fare, I just want to show my wife that there is nothing wrong with me, my wife misunderstood!"
Ling Shuanghua said straightforwardly: "You completed the task ahead of schedule, I should express my gratitude, so you don't have to be polite!"
When the handlebar type heard it, he was really happy, and he stopped talking and shouted briskly: "Go, drive!" The horse started briskly on the road again.
Sure enough, Shenshi's carriage arrived at the head of Nanma Village on time. The village was covered by green trees and all kinds of tile-roofed houses were indistinct. He turned his head like a handlebar and said to Ling Shuanghua: "Madam, Nanma Village has arrived. I wonder if you are here?" Which family are you going to?"
Ling Shuanghua looked out of the car window. It was also her first visit to Nanma Village, so she didn't even know where Ding Erkang lived.
She thought for a while and said: "Don't worry, let's let the horses walk around in this village. It's also my first time here, so let's go shopping first!"
As soon as the handlebar type heard it, he agreed: "Okay, ma'am!" The carriage walked aimlessly towards the village like this.
In fact, Ling Shuanghua knew very well in his heart that the Nan Martin family was a disciple of the third Jinshi family. The scholarly family with hundreds of years must be the first family in Nanma, and he would be able to recognize it from the architecture without even asking.
? According to the ancient law that one champion must build a champion pavilion, there must be three champion pavilions at the door of Ding's house, as long as you find these three champion pavilions, you can find Ding Erkang's family.
After the carriage left for a while, I saw a group of majestic buildings.
Ling Shuanghua decided to get out of the car and take a look for herself. She looked up at the group of buildings, and sure enough, there were three big characters "Zhuangyuan Pavilion" written on the gate tower of the building. The three characters should have been gold-plated, but since hundreds of years have passed, the gold-plated parts have all disappeared under the erosion of wind and rain.
Ling Shuanghua counted down one by one, and there were indeed three "Zhuangyuan Pavilions". She knew that they were already very close to Ding Erkang's home.
In ancient times, in order to commend the champions, the imperial court would not only build the "Zhuangyuan Pavilion" but also build a "Kuixing Tower" next to it. The champions return their clothes, ride big horses in brocade robes, and pass under the "Zhuangyuan Pavilion" and "Kuixing Building", fully enjoying the feeling of "returning home".
Meng Jiao wrote in the poem "After Enrolling in the Imperial College" that "the filth in the past is not enough to boast, but now there is no limit to debauchery. The spring breeze is proud of the horseshoe disease, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day." It fully demonstrates this feeling.
Looking at this group of magnificent buildings, Ling Shuanghua couldn't help being filled with admiration.
No wonder Ding Erkang is so good. With such a glorious history, it is hard for him not to be good.
It's no wonder that Ding Erkang will work so hard. If he wants to revive Ding's ancestors, the burden on his shoulders is too heavy!
Ling Shuanghua couldn't help feeling sorry for Ding Erkang again, and at this moment, he heard a sentence next to his ear: "Shuanghua, is that you?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com