Chongde is not a long history. During the Later Jin Dynasty, the county seat was established and belonged to Hangzhou. In the early Ming Dynasty, it was transferred to Jiaxing Prefecture, and later it was transferred to the Zhejiang Provincial Administration.

The group got off the boat from Cixi and took the carriage that Xiang's family had prepared long ago. Soon after, they entered Chongde County.

Qian Yuan silently estimated in his mind that it was probably near Tongxiang City in later generations. Although he had been in this era for more than a year, it was difficult to change habits such as time and geography.

Of course, Qian Yuan had no intention of changing it. For him, retaining certain habits was a deep desire in his heart.

The carriage stopped in front of a house that was not luxurious, and the Xiang family servants who had been waiting for a long time to get off the car.

After entering the door and walking around the screen wall, Sun Kehong and Qian Yuan, who were visiting the door for the first time, both paused, and there was an open space in front of them.

There are winding veranda on the large lake surface, and there are sometimes quaint pavilions. Behind the big trees over ten meters high on both sides, the figure of the monastery is faintly visible behind the big trees on both sides.

"It's a pity that it's winter. If it's summer, lotus leaves are everywhere in the pond, and you can raft on it and pick lotus pods at will, which is of great interest." He Liangjun smiled and said, "This garden is more than 200 acres, so come again tomorrow and the next day."

Yang Wen, Zhang San and other guards were arranged in the outer temple and the servants of the Sun family. Qian Yuan and the other two walked hundreds of steps along the corridor, and the scene in front of them changed.

The lake is small and is introduced into the stream, with false stones and strange peaks, which are like Emei Plank Road, Chonglou and Secluded Cave, and famous biography and strange trees, which are pleasing to the eye.

Qian Yuan couldn't help but look back. The garden in front and the back were separated by walls, through corridors, and through empty windows, leaky windows, and open doors made the scenery on both sides penetrate each other, and was separated by endlessly. It was a wonderful scenery.

The seven or eight Xiang family servants around him looked quite lustful. The older housekeeper smiled and said, "In fact, it is more convenient to enter and exit through the side door, and only distinguished guests can enter from here."

The housekeeper took a peek at him. He Liangjun was the Xiang family's in-laws. He had visited the house more often, so he was not surprised. Sun Kehong stopped in his heart from time to time and remembered it silently, while the Qian family was not rushing and calm, with a calm expression on his face.

Sorry, Qian Yuan went to Humble Administrator's Garden, stayed in the Garden, and Lion Forest many times in his previous life. Although he admired this garden, he was not impressed.

"Mr. Yuen Long, I haven't seen you for a few years, and your style remains the same." The middle-aged man came up with a smile.

"Zi Chang." He Liangjun nodded and turned around to introduce: "This is a juren in the 31st year of Jiajing. Xiang Dushou and his courtesy name are Zi Chang. You should call each other brother Shi."

"Brother Shi." Qian Yuan and Sun Kehong bowed.

Xiang Dushou's gaze turned on Qian Yuan, "Is this the Qian family Yingjie who got praised by Mr. Zhenchuan's Jinkou?"

"I'm ashamed of it." Qian Yuan glanced at him quickly.

Uh, a little disappointed. Xiang Dushou was a little short and fat, dark face, distant facial features, and a little collapsed nose.

"This is the only son of Mr. Yizhai..."

Before He Liangjun finished speaking, Xiang Dushou smiled and said, "I have heard of the masterpiece of Xueju Hermit. Last year, I also collected a "Hundred Flowers Picture" and it will be of great benefit to me after watching it."

The Hermit of Xueju is the seal of Sun Kehong's paintings, and it is also his name.

The three of them sat in front of the hall, and He Liangjun frowned and asked, "Where is Brother Xiang?"

By generation, He Liangjun is one generation older than Xiang Dushou, which logically should be his father Xiang Quan came forward to receive him.

"A few days ago, my father suffered some cold after watching the snow. Today he was bedridden and couldn't get up." Xiang Dushou apologized: "But it was not serious."

He Liangjun's face turned dark. The cousin was nearly eighty years old this year, but he was afraid that he would not have much time. After thinking about it, he said, "It's all the best for the Tong family, so let's visit us for a while."

Xiang Dushou hesitated for a moment before getting up, "Please."

The three of them went to the backyard accompanied by Xiang Dushou. Although the old man lying on the bed was in good spirits, he was haggard, spoke intermittently, and lacked energy.

Qian Yuan greeted him as a junior. After getting up, he glanced at him from the corner of his eyes. There were young women dressed in similar clothes by the bed, and they should be maids.

Soon after, everyone returned to the front yard. Sun Kehong hit Qian Yuan's shoulder and chuckled in a low voice: "I've seen it, but I haven't seen it... I don't know if I've been hiding."

Qian Yuan didn't say anything, but thought to himself, are all the people in the Ming Dynasty so awesome?

Xiang Quan is 78 years old this year, his daughter is only thirteen years old, and she is born at the age of sixty-five...

Wow, it doesn’t mean that the ruling man is very awesome, it should mean that the ruling man is very happy.

"Come on, try this tea." Xiang Dushou paid attention to Qian Yuan's every move. Seeing that his movements were organized and his eyes were clear, he obviously had to teach him since he was a child and there was no contempt.

"Is it Mengding Shihua?" Sun Kehong recognized it after taking a sip. "If Lu Yu teaches him to hold public opinion, he should be the number one tea in the world."

Xiang Dushou nodded with a smile and asked, "Does Brother Qian Shi be used to drinking?"

Although he knew that Brother Shi was just a peer and there was no difference between being older and young, Qian Yuan was still a little uncomfortable and bowed to him: "In recent years, he has drunk more pineapple tea at home."

Xiang Dushou knew that Qian Yuan’s uncle Qian Zheng was a magistrate of Huizhou, and Songluo tea was produced in Huizhou.

Sun Kehong, who was standing beside him, curled his lips, "No, I remember Brother Yuan brought a lot of Mingqian Longjing from Hangzhou."

He Liangjun coughed twice, but Sun Kehong continued, "I don't have such a blessing from my brother, so I'll let Brother Yuan give it to me."

"That's a ceremony to apprenticeship." He Liangjun immediately threw an admiring look at Sun Kehong and explained: "Now Brother Yuan has been studying art production under the Pingquan Gongshuo School for nearly three months."

"Pingquan Gong met in high school at that time." Xiang Dushou couldn't help but nodded. The Qian family had a very famous reputation and had to be taught by a good teacher. It seems that there will be no big problems in the field in the future.

"It was this time when Mr. Pingquan came up with thirty questions. Brother Yuan had to write three eight-part articles every day."

"That's why Mr. Pingquan valued Brother Qian Shi." Xiang Dushou nodded again and asked about other things.

Because the other party was still filial, Xiang Dushou's question was relatively obscure, but Qian Yuan answered and did not deceive him. It was not until he asked about everything in the clan that He Liangjun took over the conversation.

"Brother Yuan didn't know about this. He was not born at that time." He Liangjun sighed, "It is said that Brother Yuan is like his great-grandfather, Hetan Gong, but his ancestor is even worse. Do you know that Liu Wan, the governor of Songjiang at that time?"

He Liangjun blinked, hey, yesterday he said he would like to help Brother Yuan say good things, what do you want to do?

"Hetan Gong is straightforward, but he never intends to hurt others. He has noble character and respected him." Xiang Dushou's face was flat, "Hetan Gong had a gap with Liu Wan, and later Liu Wan was falsely accused of being imprisoned. Only Hetan Gong spoke impartially and defended him was able to escape."

"Later Liu Wan wanted to get close to him, but Hetan Gong was as always." He Liangjun looked at Qian Yuan, "Hetan Gong died, Liu Wan cried and paid for the sacrifice and invested in the construction of a tomb. Please write the conduct of Shen Yue, who is also the three heroes of Huating, and write a biography of Gu Qing."

In fact, Jiaxing and his party should have been after the New Year. He Liangjun came here in advance after hearing the Xiang family’s newly collected "The Admonitions of the Female Historian", so he had to mention some old things at this time.

Qian Yuan, who was standing beside him, listened carefully, but he was feeling in his heart. No wonder his predecessor was too aggressive since childhood and his uncle was strong. These were all roots.

In the 17th year of Hongzhi, Qian Fu died and left behind his third son. The eldest son and second son were both concubines. They joined forces to suppress the younger brothers who were born after the legitimate son. However, Qian Yuan, the grandfather, was a stubborn man. He did not go to the clan's elders to judge but sued the two brothers to the county government.

Qian's family is in Huating, so how dare the county magistrate take charge? The final disposal rights will be returned to the Qian clan.

The final result was that before the disposal result was completed, Qian Yuan's grandfather died. After a few years of hard work, he left with it. The two brothers Qian Rui and Qian Zheng were swept out and had to get some fields and houses. The books left by Qian Fu were not successful.

The clan dealt with unfairly, so Qian Rui and Qian Zheng's brothers have never been close to each other. This is also the reason why Qian Zheng died when he went out to do business and Qian Yuan went to Hangzhou alone, and the clan ignored it.

He Liangjun finally added, "Because of this, the two brothers separated ten years ago."

Xiang Dushou nodded slightly. This is not a bad thing. If things happen, the younger sister will marry her and only have a mother-in-law. The interpersonal relationships are simple and there are not so many things to be upset.

It seems that this era is similar to that of later generations... Qian Yuan, who also understood it, muttered in his heart that he had a car and a house, and both his parents died.

The atmosphere in the hall was a little depressing. Xiang Dushou was about to change the topic when suddenly a noise came from outside.

"Big brother, brother!"

A young man with a slightly pointed face walked in quickly, holding a calligraphy and painting in his hand.

"Brother, five hundred taels of silver are absolutely cost-effective!"
Chapter completed!