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"Fei'er, haven't you eaten yet? I have prepared your favorite dish in the kitchen for your mother! You must eat more, you look skinny and skinny! I don't know what old Wu is doing. He can't take care of himself well, so next time we meet, I must give him a good reprimand!"
Lu Qingmu dragged Song Yifei into the room, still rambling nonstop.
Wu Jiujiu was a little embarrassed when he heard his grandfather being reprimanded.
"Mother! It has nothing to do with Mr. Wu! I have practiced martial arts! Although I look thin, my whole body is actually full of muscles. If you don't believe me, squeeze it!"
Song Yifei is not lying. He has been practicing martial arts all year round, and his body proportions are perfect.
When everyone was walking into the yard, Lu Qingmou suddenly remembered something, his face turned cold, and he shouted in a shrew-like manner: "Butler Li! Old Li! Where are you going to die?"
"Madam! Madam! The villain is here!"
An old man with a wrinkled face and wearing tight cloth clothes, who looked almost seventy years old, squeezed out from the crowd and replied with a smile.
"Now that my son is back, don't hide it. Put a hundred porridge sheds and a hundred running water mats on display! Don't save it for me, let me build it! If you dare to save a little, I will give you my legs. interrupt!"
When Lu Qingmou spoke, the fat all over his body trembled, very domineering.
Just from the tone of voice, it's hard to imagine that this is a woman.
"Madam, don't worry! Little one understands! Little one, give orders now!"
Butler Li smiled into a chrysanthemum with his old face, and went back into the crowd, slid away, and disappeared.
I don't know how he is so flexible at the age of seventy.
"One hundred running seats?!!"
Ma Zhao and A Niu next to each other opened their mouths in shock at what Lu Qingmou said, and they could stuff two steamed buns.
In the past, people depended on the sky for food, and the food output was not high. When natural and man-made disasters occurred, they were even displaced and did not have a full meal.
Some big temples distributed their own food (porridge) to homeless people in order to show the compassion of Buddhism. Later, rich people followed suit in order to show kindness and seek merit.
To put it bluntly, it's just spending money to celebrate!
The flowing water banquet is a name for a banquet, which means: a banquet where people arrive and eat at the table. After eating a dish, serve another dish, like flowing water.
To put it bluntly, no matter who it is, as long as it is on the table, it can be eaten vigorously.
Even if it is the cheapest banquet, one table is not worth one tael of silver, and one hundred tables is one hundred taels.
According to the eating speed of normal people, a table can be eaten in ten minutes, wouldn't it cost tens of thousands of taels of silver in a day.
This is not counting the expenses of the porridge shed!
When Ma Zhao and A Niu thought about it for a while, they were almost frightened.
The money that the two of them could not earn in their entire lives is now being spent by Lu Qingmou casually, purely to celebrate their son's return home.
Comparing people to people, it's so pissing off!
By the way, how rich is this family? Could it be that the whole county belongs to his family?
Just when the two of them were in a fog of shock, Song Zhian had already led them into the gate
Go through several long corridor steps.
After walking through several large gardens, passing several large pools, and more than a dozen gates with round gates and walls, they followed the Song family and walked for a full meal before arriving at the central government office.
The courtyard, the screen wall with stone carving patterns, the hand-painted verandah, and the hanging flower gate dazzle the eyes.
If it is an ordinary guest, naturally there is no such trouble, but Song Yifei is from his own family, and this meal is considered a family banquet, so it is impossible to use it in the living room.
Song Yifei, who had lived here for fourteen years, was also dizzy, let alone Ma Zhao and A Niu.
After wandering around for a while, if the Song family hadn't led the way, the three of them would have lost their way.
"Although the construction technology is not as good as the villas in the previous life, the area is completely crushed. In the previous life, even if he was the richest man in the world, he would not dare to build a house in such a large area in the city!
It is also fortunate that it is not the ancient times of the previous life, otherwise a rich private businessman dares to do this, and he will not be far away from copying his family and exterminating his family! "
Song Yifei thought to himself, both a little excited and a little shocked.
It seems that I am a rich second generation, and I am a nail in the coffin!
The Song family's main hall was built magnificently, with blue bricks and glazed tiles, shining brightly in the setting sun. The floor is as flat as a mirror and as hard as iron floor tiles.
These bricks are not ordinary bricks, and the floor bricks fired in Guyu County are not only very delicate and firm, beautiful and generous, but also "knock with sound and break without trace".
Even better is that this kind of floor tiles are very lubricated and have the effect of warming in winter and cooling in summer. It is very cool to walk on them in summer. Putting fruits on the floor tiles has a cooling effect, which can be said to be the best among bricks.
The base price of such a high-quality burnt brick is ten taels of silver. If it is the kind of top-quality product that is carefully selected and flawless, the price will be doubled.
In Song Yifei's impression, only the main hall has such floor tiles. When they were young, Song Yifei and the others liked to crawl around here the most.
Entering the hall, there are two rows of carved nanmu chairs, and a huge landscape painting in the center. Inside, there are mountain outlines, stone patterns, slope feet, sand spits, colorful clouds, and palaces and pavilions.
In the corner of the ink painting, there is an upright red clay seal, showing the name of the author of the painting and calligraphy.
Layman Songquan!
This person is not well-known in the calligraphy and painting circles of the Daqian Dynasty. From Song Yifei's point of view, his painting skills are average, but the most expensive thing is the paint.
Lacquer gold, azurite and stone green are very precious pigments in this era, and their price is comparable to gold.
However, this layman Songquan also has several special identities, that is, the former Minister of Rites of the Daqian Dynasty, the father of Lu Qingmou, and the grandfather of Song Yifei.
With these multiple identities, it is only natural for the painting to hang here.
Song Yifei didn't have a deep impression of his grandfather Songquan Layman Lu Sixun, because Lu Sixun died when he was eight years old. The only few impressions were that the other party had a stern face and was checking his homework.
Below the painting and calligraphy is a large red sandalwood tribute table that is big enough for four or five people to lie flat on. On it are simple incense burners, fresh melons and fruits, candied fruit, and wine.
Song Yifei took the sandalwood from Mu Yungui, lit the incense and bowed three times, and then followed into the back room of the main hall.
On the dining table in the back room, there is an assortment of delicacies, the aroma is tangy and mouth-watering.
Ma Zhao, A Niu, and Wu Jiujiu were taken to the next room by servants, so only Song Yifei's family of five were seated.
"Father, why don't you see Chen Yi, Chen Xuan, and Chen Wei?"
As soon as he sat down, Song Yifei asked how many nephews and nieces he had.
"The three of them were taken to Kyoto for a study tour by their uncle, and I'm afraid they won't be able to come back until autumn!" Song Yilian said with some regret.
Song Yifei's uncle, Lv Qingli, is the sacrificial wine of the Imperial Academy in the capital.
"If I had known that Big Brother was coming back, I wouldn't have let them go!" Mu Yungui said with a smile.
"Learning is important!"
Song Yifei smiled and waved.
"Xiao Fei! I just heard you said that you were going to Liulin County. Could it be that you still have to stay in Wudang? The business is so busy at home. If you don't stay and help me, why are you entangled with Wudang? There are also many Wudang sects like you. Disciple of Three-legged Cat Kung Fu!"
After taking two bites of the dish, Song Zhian asked about Song Yifei with an unhappy expression.
?From Song Yifei's first day in Wudang, Song Zhi'an has been resistant to Wudang.
Back then, Song Yifei had a lot of quarrels with his family in order to go to Wudang to study art. Song Zhian almost severed his father-son relationship with him. But blood is thicker than water, Song Zhian ran to Wudang eagerly within two years, and the relationship between father and son was restored in an instant.
However, Song Zhian's intention to let Song Yifei inherit the family business has never changed.
This question is unavoidable, but fortunately, Song Yifei has made a plan and has a plan in mind.
"Father, I haven't been down the mountain for many years, and I'm very unfamiliar with worldly things! I went to Liulin County just to exercise, and when I feel the same, it's not too late to go back home!"
"There is no need to practice in Wudang, we have plenty of places to arrange!"
"It won't be effective in our house! I also want to complete the experience earlier, so I will come back to help you sooner!"
"real?"
Hearing Song Yifei's words, Song Zhian showed a surprised expression, and felt that his son's words were much more pleasing to the ear than before.
"real!"
"Oh well!"
Song Zhian agreed very simply, but Song Yifei was a little uncomfortable.
Although Daddy Cheap loves him dearly, he is usually not so easy to talk to. I'm afraid there is something wrong?
Sure enough, as Song Yifei expected!
"I have no objection to going to Liulin County, but you have to get married first!"
"Get married??!!! Could this be too sudden?"
I don't even have a girlfriend, who will I marry?
Song Yifei was a little bewildered.
However, it seems that there are arranged marriages in this world. Could it be that Dad has already helped him find a wife? (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)??
Song Yifei was a little bewildered.
However, it seems that there are arranged marriages in this world. Could it be that Dad has already helped him find a wife? (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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