In front of his eyes were mountains and mountains, and waves were like raging waves. Looking at the majestic pass at his feet, and thinking about the fighting and bloodshed that had happened here for hundreds of years, Zhao Tianyou felt that his mind suddenly became brighter.
"Boy, what do you think?" Uncle Zhao easily pulled off a grass stem, put it in his mouth and bit it. His appearance really undermined his image as a master.
Scorpio is always smiling, her smile is more beautiful than the red leaves on the roadside, but her eyes never leave Uncle Zhao.
Zhao Tianyou thought for a while and said: "Only by standing here can we more truly feel the magnificence and grandeur of the mountains and rivers of the North." After saying that, Zhao Tianyou added: "The ancients said that reading thousands of books means traveling thousands of miles.
Only now do I understand the meaning of this sentence.”
Uncle Zhao smiled, waved his hand and said let's go down the mountain to the imperial city.
It was already afternoon when we went down the mountain and arrived at the Forbidden City.
Fortunately, the weather is still fine. The sun shines on the walls of the imperial city, and the glazed hall seems to be shrouded in golden gauze, which seems real and illusory.
This used to be the seat of imperial power and the residence of the emperor, but now it has become a place where tourists hang out.
A few people walked around the Imperial City, but the heroism Zhao Tianyou felt on the Great Wall disappeared without a trace, and he felt a sense of loneliness in his heart.
From the Ming Dynasty to the Qing Dynasty, countless palace battles were staged here, and the real history was more bloody and cruel than any drama said.
Even if you become the master here, what you can control and gain is only thirty to fifty years.
The so-called ambition and hegemony were eventually lost in history, with only the decaying grass under the roots of the imperial city quietly bathing in the brilliance of the setting sun.
What you feel on the Great Wall is magnificence and heroism, but here you feel loneliness and emotion.
Zhao Tianyou sighed and said: "For hundreds of years, you have been fighting for it, and all that is left is this imperial city."
Uncle Zhao smiled, looked up at the sunset, and said: "People are always bound to fight in life. What you feel at this time is the loneliness of an emperor, but have you ever thought about the kind of pride that reigns over the world and dominates the world?
?”
Zhao Tianyou was stunned. In a dynasty that was not about fighting for swords but for flesh and blood, only by stepping on corpses and climbing to the top could one truly control his destiny. Perhaps the imperial city at that time was where the hero's true dream lay.
Zhao Tianyou sighed and said that this place was still too boring.
Uncle Zhao said that we should go to Xiangshan Villa to rest and return to Zhao's house early tomorrow morning.
Xiangshan Villa is located at the foot of Xiangshan Mountain. Its white walls, black tiles, small bridges and flowing water remind people of Jiangnan in the misty rain.
The courtyard is quiet and elegant, with unique furnishings.
Lacquerware from Fujian and ceramics from Jingdezhen are inadvertently placed in the corners where they should be placed.
Zhao Tianyou walked around the room, and at a glance he saw the wicker chair in the corner, picked it up and placed it in the yard.
Several young people carried a coffee table and brought tea sets. The uncle and nephew were drinking tea in the yard.
Uncle Zhao is always like this, with a hint of luxury in his low profile.
For example, when making tea, he can always brew a different taste.
Zhao Tianyou took a sip and said, "Uncle Third, I understand something."
"What do you understand?"
"You have given me a completely different scenery, and I am looking for my own understanding."
"Oh, let's have tea."
The uncle and nephew sat quietly, watching the red leaves dancing brilliantly in the twilight. The same scenery, but the uncle and nephew had very different feelings.
No matter what, it is an unusual thing in itself that two men of different ages can drink tea quietly and look at the scenery like this.
After a night's rest, Zhao Tianyou came to Zhao's house five miles away from Xiangshan Courtyard with complicated emotions.
Xiangshan is a famous mountain in Yanjing. Any place with beautiful scenery must have local tycoons, and the Zhao family who dared to build a mansion in Xiangshan are the richest among the local tycoons.
The courtyards are cleverly connected together, occupying almost half of the mountain at the southern foot, and the main peak at the highest point is the residence of Zhao Wuya, the old man of the Zhao family.
Hearing that the third child was coming back, the nearly seventy-year-old man got up early early, put on his favorite Chinese robe, and sat on the master's chair to drink tea.
A beautiful middle-aged woman wearing a red Tang suit walked in. Her name was Cuiyun, known as the Fifth Concubine. She came from Northern Jiangsu. She was the woman who had been with the old man for the longest time.
Cuiyun gently poured tea for the old man, and said calmly: "Zhixi has been back for a few days, and he has long wanted to come over to say hello."
Zhao Zhixi, the only son of the fifth aunt Tai Cuiyun, and the fifth uncle of Zhao Tianyou.
Mr. Zhao continued to drink tea and seemed not to hear. Cuiyun glanced at him and continued: "Zhixi's Fengxing Electronics is doing well. I heard it has made hundreds of millions. Let me think about it, the business can reach a certain level.
It’s time to see the wider world, don’t you think?”
Old Mrs. Zhao opened his eyes, put the tea bowl on the table and said with a heavy slap: "The third child is back, I don't want to talk about this."
Cuiyun's mouth immediately closed, she bowed and said, "Please use it slowly," and then left.
The muscles at the corner of Mr. Zhao's mouth twitched twice and he shouted "Fu Sheng".
A young man in his thirties with a crew cut ran over and whispered: "Master, I'm here."
Mr. Zhao raised his eyelids and said, "Fusheng, what do you think of Zhixi?"
Fusheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, Master, this is your family matter, we servants cannot interrupt.
Mr. Zhao was a little angry. He picked up the cigarette rod behind the master's chair, knocked Shuisheng on the head and said, "Boy, when did you become so slick?"
Fusheng laughed along and said that if the master really wanted me to say it, I would say it.
"Just tell me, I don't blame you."
"The fifth young master has made rapid progress over the years, but there is still something missing in his work."
Mrs. Zhao narrowed his eyes and asked, "What is missing?"
"Compared with the eldest young master and the third young master, he lacks a little bit of domineering."
Domineering, a necessary quality for those who achieve great things.
Zhao Zhixi has been popular since he was a child. He is quite popular at home and is very friendly in business.
However, he just lacks this domineering spirit.
Although Zhao Zhixi can bring some surprises to the family every year, or hundreds of millions of profits, or the establishment of one or two small businesses, he cannot independently build a business dynasty of his own like the eldest brother and third brother. This is why Zhao
The reason why the old man is dissatisfied.
And relying on my wife, my fifth aunt, to say nice things in front of my father and blow pillows is not something a man would do, and it is even more shameful for Mr. Zhao.
"Fusheng, you can see it so clearly to everyone around you, how could I not be clear about it?" Mr. Zhao sighed, took a puff of his cigarette, looked at the sun shining into the old house, and said with a smile: "When is the third child coming?"
arrive?"
Fu Sheng looked at his watch and said, "Nine o'clock, ten minutes left. He came back with the eldest young master's son."
A touch of excitement appeared on the old man's face. He tried his best to suppress it and said: "I'm not in a hurry. I've been waiting for so many years. I'm not in a hurry."
"God bless, this is it." Uncle Zhao stood in front of the steps, pointed to the old house in front and said, "Grandpa is waiting inside."
With that said, Uncle Zhao took a step forward.
There are more than a hundred steps, which is really not a problem for the uncle and nephew.
However, both of them walked very slowly.
Zhao Tianyou said: "Uncle, the Zhao family is very big."
"It's not that big. It's quite famous in China."
"What fame?"
"There are four major families in China, ranking among them are Zhao Qian, Sun Li."
Zhao Tianyou gasped. He had thought that the Zhao family was rich, but he never thought that they were such super rich.
"What about the Lan family?"
"Lan family?" Uncle Zhao smiled and said lightly: "If your father was still here, we would have bought the Lan family long ago."
Zhao Tianyou was a little confused: "Didn't you say that the Lan family and the Zhao family are family friends?"
"It's a family friend, but this family friend is made. When your father was still alive, he almost annexed the Lan family's business. It was just for the sake of Lan Xinyan's father that he gave them a glimmer of hope and allowed the Lan family to relax.
.”
Damn, that's what happened, but Lan Yihe kept saying that he respected his father, how could he respect an opponent.
Uncle Zhao explained: "God bless, the strong in this world will only respect the stronger, there is nothing strange about this."
While talking, the two of them had already reached the door.
Uncle Zhao stood in front of the dark door, but did not reach out to push the door open. He turned around and said, "God bless, do you have anything else to ask?"
Uncle, can you stop being so smart? Zhao Tianyou sighed and said, "Why did you take me back to the Zhao family after so many years?"
Uncle Zhao's face sank, and he said in a sentimental tone: "Because this family didn't give us anything, I'm coming back now to get something back."
"What?"
"What your father left in this family belongs to you and no one can take it away."
Uncle Zhao said categorically, then straightened his back and pushed open the door.
The door slowly opened, and Mr. Zhao straightened his back and sat on the imperial chair, looking at his children and grandchildren quietly.
Uncle Zhao also looked at his father. He slowly walked up to him, bowed and said, "Father, I'm back."
With that said, Uncle Zhao pulled Zhao Tianyou over and said, "His name is Zhao Tianyou. He is the son of the eldest brother and the eldest grandson of our Zhao family."
Uncle Zhao emphasized the word "eldest grandson", perhaps to express something.
Mr. Zhao opened his eyes wide and looked at his grandson carefully.
Being stared at by an old man with eyes like a magnifying glass, Zhao Tianyou's heart went crazy. Fortunately, Mrs. Zhao looked at it for a while and said with a smile: "God bless you, this is a good name."
"I gave him the name. He has followed me in the world for more than ten years. Now he comes home to have a look." Uncle Zhao San said.
Mr. Zhao glanced at Zhao Tianyou again and asked, "How old are you?"
"Eighteen years old."
"Are you going to take the college entrance examination?"
"yes."
Mr. Zhao smiled like an old fox: "You are still going home if time is so tight?"
"It's enough time for me."
Neither humble nor arrogant, with a calm tone, Mr. Zhao seemed to see the shadow of his son Zhao Polu. Didn't that boy talk to his father like this back then?
Uncle Zhao saw the surprise in his father's eyes. He smiled lightly and said, "Dad, don't you give me a greeting when you meet your grandson?"
Mr. Zhao said, "How could it not be possible? Are you a stingy father?" After saying that, Mr. Zhao took the beads from his hand and handed them to Zhao Tianyou.
Uncle Zhao's eyes flashed with surprise, and he said repeatedly: "God bless, kowtow to grandpa."