On the third day, Ming Wuyou and Mr. Ming got on the carriage and left the city, heading for the Zhu family manor.
On the way, the old man and Ming Wuyou chatted about the boat trip.
Hearing that she had recently modified the sails of merchant ships, she was very interested and asked about the principle and the difference before and after the modification.
Ming Wuyou explained to his grandfather seriously and said with a smile: "After the transformation, our Ming family's merchant ships will definitely be the fastest ships on the river."
"Really?" Mr. Ming laughed loudly: "I really want to take a boat out on the water and try it... When grandpa was young, he was also called the dragon in the waves. Now he is old and useless. He really has a waist but not a leg.
"
Ming Wuyou said with a smile: "Nonsense, grandpa is very strong. It's just that he has worked too hard to take care of me in the past few years, which has made his body worn down. After I help grandpa recuperate for a few years, grandpa will still be a dragon in the water."
Mr. Ming was so happy that she said that. He stroked Ming Wuyou's bun and said, "Wouyou'er is so capable."
The grandfather and grandson chatted about family affairs, and half an hour later, they arrived in front of the Zhu family manor.
Mr. Ming chose the Purple Bamboo Garden with quiet scenery.
On the way into the garden, he looked at the slender purple bamboo leaves around and said with a smile: "Your mother liked purple bamboo the most at that time, and also liked to come to the purple bamboo garden to eat. She always said that every time she came here, it would make people appetite.
Come on, let’s eat a few more bowls of rice.”
"But I remember that in the portrait, my mother was very slender."
"Yes, she has been like that since she was a child. No matter how much she eats, she is always so thin that she can float away in the wind." Mr. Ming looked at Ming Wuyou with a smile: "You are just like your mother, no matter how much you eat, you are always not given food.
Be more energetic."
Ming Wuyou laughed and said, "Grandpa thinks I eat too much?"
"Grandpa thinks you are so thin that it makes people feel distressed." Mr. Ming couldn't help but flick Ming Wuyou's forehead, "Don't always misinterpret what grandpa means."
The two of them entered the Purple Bamboo Garden talking and laughing.
Mr. Ming glanced around the garden and said calmly: "This place is different from back then."
"Did grandpa come often at that time?"
Mr. Ming said: "Your mother liked it here and dragged grandpa here twice. Later, grandpa was busy with family business, so she came here by herself."
"Before we got married, your mother would come here for most of every month. She hasn't been here since we got married."
Ming Wuyou was startled for a moment, then hesitantly said: "Come here every day for more than half a month?"
"Yes." Mr. Ming nodded: "Come every other day."
Ming Wuyou pursed his lips and said, "The money for booking a table at the Zhu Family Manor is not cheap. It costs hundreds of taels for six hours a day. Moreover, the prices vary depending on the garden and its scenery."
"It's too arrogant to spend thousands or even thousands of taels to eat here in just one month!"
Mr. Ming laughed and said, "Your mother didn't need grandpa's money to come here."
"Um?"
Ming Wuyou was startled, "Why?"
Mr. Ming didn't say much, but the smile on his face was a little complicated.
He helped Ming Wuyou to the bamboo table and didn't say much during the meal.
After lunch, Ming Wuyou saw that the old man was a little tired, so he helped him to the couch in the back room and massaged his shoulders.
Mr. Ming fell asleep soon after.
Ming Wuyou looked at his grandfather for a while, then quietly stood up, asked Uncle Zhong to watch, and took Caiyue outside, planning to move around a bit.
There are all kinds of scenery in the yard, and every place is so beautiful that it makes people feel relaxed and happy.
Ming Wuyou walked on the path paved with moonstone and remembered what he said to her when he entered the manor.
Grandpa rarely took the initiative to talk about his mother, and he still talked about so many things related to his mother at once.
Ming Wuyou pondered the meaning of his words, and remembered what he said about his mother's different attitudes towards the garden before and after her marriage, and secretly wondered if it might have something to do with his own life experience.
She thought about it carelessly, suddenly very curious about what happened back then.
"Ming Wuyou!"
A call suddenly rang out.
Ming Wuyou stopped and looked up at Yun Zimo not far away, frowning: "Why are you here?"
"The Zhu Manor is a place to eat." Yun Zimo crossed his arms and said lazily: "You can be here, why can't I be here?"
Ming Wuyou glanced at him, not wanting to talk to him, so he turned around and walked another way.
"Why are you running?" Yun Zimo followed up: "Is it possible that you have a guilty conscience?"
Ming Wuyou stopped and looked at him as if he had heard a joke: "You should tell me why I feel guilty, huh?"
The cold and sharp eyes looked at Yun Zimo's throat, and after a while he said: "You, you sent your own father to prison, and your sister -"
"She is an outsider." Ming Wuyou corrected him coldly.
"Yes, yes, you don't like her, so she becomes an outsider!" Yun Zimo snorted coldly and said, "But when she was working hard to take care of you and your grandfather in your Ming family, why didn't you say anything about her
An outsider?"
Ming Wuyou looked at Yun Zimo indifferently.
Yun Zimo raised his eyebrows: "Why, are you speechless?"
Ming Wuyou suddenly smiled, "I'm really curious as to how someone like Mr. Yun could have a younger brother like you."
"You—" Yun Zimo was stung by Ming Wuyou's sarcastic smile: "What do you mean by that?! What do you mean by someone like Mr. Yun? What kind of younger brother am I!"
"I sincerely suggest that you find time to have a look at your brain." Ming Wuyou said without mercy, turned around and left.
With such a person, there is really no need to talk nonsense.
Yun Zimo took three steps at a time to catch up with her and grabbed her arm: "Don't leave, please tell me clearly -"
"Fourth Young Master Yun!" Caiyue whispered, stepping forward to push Yun Zimo away and free Ming Wuyou's arm.
But Yun Zimo was a military commander, and his hand was tight. Caiyue pushed twice and couldn't push it at all. Instead, the servants and guests passing by not far away looked at him.
Ming Wuyou frowned, "Let go!"
"I won't let you go!" Yun Zimo said nonchalantly: "If you don't explain your words clearly to me, I will spend time here with you."
Ming Wuyou looked at him and felt a little strange.
In the past, Yun Zimo had quarreled with him a few times without thinking clearly, but he always left after saying a few words, looking like he was completely annoyed by the sight of her. Why did he get into trouble today?
Isn't this Yun Zimo Fu Rou's tail?
He went wherever Fu Rou went, why did he run into Zhu Manor and meet him by chance?
Ming Wuyou suddenly realized something.
She mercilessly drove a bone needle into Yun Zimo's tiger's mouth.
"Hiss—" Yun Zimo was in pain, and his whole arm was numb and unbearable. He glared at Ming Wuyou and said, "You, what did you do to me?!"
Ming Wuyou no longer wanted to talk nonsense with him and hurried to the Purple Bamboo Garden.