This morning at Qianlixiang Restaurant, Zheng Jianqiu sent a soldier to deliver a letter, which happened to help Lin Jingzhi clear the siege, but he didn't expect that just at noon, he sent someone to deliver a letter.
'Is there something big happening, so Zheng Jianqiu was in a hurry to see me?' I read the letter in my hand twice, and it was no big difference from the content of the previous letter, but I changed the time more accurately.
He said he would come to the Lin family as a guest tomorrow.
The chief manager stood aside and saw the master's face full of confusion, and asked, "Second Master, what is written in the letter?"
"It's nothing. Mr. Zheng just said that he would come to Lin's Mansion in two days and would correct it. He would come to Lin's Mansion tomorrow."
The chief manager frowned when he heard this, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Actually, based on the current situation, it is a good thing for Mr. Zheng to come to the mansion to visit in advance."
In the morning, Lin Jingzhi and Wang Meng had a falling out, so Zheng Jianqiu came to Luocheng in advance to dispel Wang Meng and the rich businessmen's suspicion.
In this way, it is indeed a good thing. Otherwise, if Zheng Jianqiu had not arrived in a few days, Wang Meng and others would have thought that the Lin family had deliberately made up a panic and used the name of the Zheng family to intimidate them. By then, the Lin family's
The situation is not good.
"Well, what you said makes sense." Lin Jingzhi responded and asked the chief manager to retreat. He couldn't guess what happened anyway, so he simply stopped thinking about it. The soldiers came to block the generals, and the water came to cover the soil!
He asked the servant to take the pen and ink, and in front of Tang Yuxiang and Aunt Yu, he wrote the four big words "Shuiyue Xiaoxie" on the smooth marble surface, with powerful brushwork and solid skeletons, which looked quite tough.
Although Tang Yuxiang had no research on fonts, he still said after reading it: "The second master's handwriting is smooth and vigorous, and it is indeed a rare good handwriting, but it is a bit unsuitable."
Lin Jingzhi was stunned and then patted his forehead. This was the back flower courtyard, a good place to watch the beautiful scenery, watch the moon and talk about poetry. It was a bit unfair to write such tough big words.
After taking the cotton cloth and rubbing off the ink that had not yet dried up on the surface of the marble, Lin Jingzhi said: "Well, Yu Xiang said that my font is too hard and it is indeed not suitable to be written in such a place of love and romance."
"Or why, you will write it?" Lin Jingzhi said, put the cotton cloth in his hand aside and looked at Tang Yuxiang.
Tang Yuxiang said repeatedly: "No, the words I wrote are not good-looking."
There are only three masters here. Lin Jingzhi knew that Aunt Yu didn't recognize a few words, so he said again: "It's okay, come and try writing. If it's really not good, wipe them for your husband."
While talking, Lin Jingzhi forced Tang Yuxiang to the marble and forced the brush to Tang Yuxiang's hand. Seeing that Tang Yuxiang refused, Tang Yuxiang had to roll up a piece of her sleeve, stand on a wooden chair, and write down.
The first big character.
Tang Yuxiang used to learn to write characters from Xu Xiucai. Xu Xiucai has been reading books for decades and has written characters for decades. Naturally, his calligraphy is not much worse. Because it is a woman, Tang Yuxiang's words are made of their own.
The brushwork is integrated, with delicate and delicate brushwork, and it looks very soft. The only disadvantage is that the font strokes are too few and slightly stiff.
However, Tang Yuxiang is not a master of calligraphy, so he naturally cannot be compared with Lin Jingzhi.
After Tang Yuxiang finished writing, Lin Jingzhi clapped his hands and said, "Well, it's not bad, it's very well written."
Tang Yuxiang is a self-aware person. When she heard the praise from her husband, her little face turned red and she hurriedly said, "Second Master, don't joke with me. Compared with the words you wrote, these words are like a child's randomness.
Just graffiti.”
Lin Jingzhi is good at reading, so his writing is naturally not bad. As far as he is concerned, he already has a faint demeanor of a master of calligraphy. He stretched out his hand and helped Tang Yuxiang jump off the chair. He said, "Yuxiang."
No need to be too modest. You have written very well. In my opinion, let the engraver use your words as a mold and carve it on it.”
Tang Yuxiang was still waiting to be rejected, but Lin Jingzhi ignored it and waved to a servant, and asked him to leave the mansion to find the sculptor.
It was getting late at this time, so Lin Jingzhi and his two girls sat in the pavilion in the back garden for dinner.
There are not many dishes, only two meats and three vegetables, plus a pot of crucian carp soup.
"Second Master, you have been sick for too long. You have to eat more food to nourish your body. This crucian carp soup is pretty good." Because Lin Jingzhi did not allow the two girls to serve the meal, Tang Yuxiang and Aunt Yu sat down together.
After taking the porcelain bowl, Tang Yuxiang thoughtfully helped Lin Jingzhi scoo up a bowl of fish soup and handed it over.
After taking the fish soup, Lin Jingzhi obediently drank half a bowl.
Aunt Yu saw that Lin Jingzhi and Tang Yuxiang were very familiar with each other, as if she was deliberately showing off her deep love in front of her. She felt very uncomfortable. She raised her hand and picked up a piece of mutton with bamboo chopsticks and flew it.
After entering Lin Jingzhi's bowl and squinted his mouth, he couldn't say anything.
Since childhood, she has always done everything she has. She doesn't like to talk. She has warm and caring words like Tang Yuxiang. Before she could say it, she had goose bumps all over her body.
"Yu'er, you eat too." Seeing that Aunt Yu also cared about her body, Lin Jingzhi felt that she was sick for the first time, and he also knew that she was not good at expressing concern for being taciturn and not good at expressing concern.
Aunt Yu said that being able to pick up food for him means that she really cares about him.
After saying that, he also picked up a piece of mutton and handed it over.
Aunt Yu held the porcelain bowl without dodging, and put it into her bowl with the piece of mutton.
She glanced at the smiling Lin Jingzhi quickly. She lowered her head again, then picked up the meat with bamboo chopsticks and put it into her rosy little mouth.
Tang Yuxiang also served a bowl of fish soup for Aunt Yu attentively. Seeing that she still ignored her, she smiled bitterly in her heart, then turned her head and looked at Lin Jingzhi, "Second Master, from today, you remember
I must eat supper at the mansion. I plan to make some medicinal food for you every day to replenish your body."
"No, look, my body is much better now, and have you been in need of refining medicine recently? You are also very busy, so you should pay more attention to your own body."
Tang Yuxiang and Aunt Yu obviously disagree with Lin Jingzhi's point of view. Did both of them shook their heads or Tang Yuxiang spoke: "Second Master, you have been sick for too long and have damaged your vitality. It has not been three or five years,
It is impossible to completely recover. You are now in internal deficiency and cannot be seen on the surface, but if you don’t pay much attention on weekdays, you will easily get sick. So let me use medicinal food to supplement you every day.”
It is naturally a good thing to have a beautiful wife serving her every day, so Lin Jingzhi did not object anymore.
The three of them sat together and had a very warm meal. However, Lin Jingzhi glanced at Aunt Yu again, but was stunned. When Aunt Yu saw him looking over, she turned her head to the side in a slight panic.
The little hand with her sleeves was careless and loosened a little bit of force. The cloth shirt wrapped around it slid down. The little hand was exposed on the skin outside, and it was covered with blood of different sizes, different shades of depth.