Yang Zheng has always believed that being a man can be shameless, but he must speak and count, he promised others just now, whether he can do it or not, he must do it This is his principle of life.

Listening to Li Zhuo's inquiry, he also frowned and thought about it: "The current situation is unclear, the only way to respond to all changes is to remain unchanged, in my opinion, the official seal has been lost, and adults can pretend that they don't know anything, and then let out their mouths, take sick leave, and suspend official business!" Speaking of this, he paused and suddenly asked, "Your Excellency this year?"

Li Zhuo listened to Yang Zheng's analysis, and secretly thought about it in his heart, and suddenly heard Yang Zheng's question, smiled slightly, and said: "This official is forty and eight this year, and he is almost at the age of knowing the destiny of heaven." “

Yang Zheng smiled and said, "The birthday banquet I want to organize for adults?"

Li Zhuo is so shrewd, after a little thought, he understood Yang Zheng's intentions, and said: "I'm just afraid that I won't be able to do it, I just finished last month, if I hold another birthday banquet, I'm afraid that it will cause others to talk, but it is my mother's mother, and I will celebrate my eightiesth birthday in a few days!"

Yang Zheng nodded and said, "Whether it's an adult or an old lady, it seems that I'm going to make a birthday celebration!"

Li Zhuo laughed and said, "Of course, Yang Gongzi can't run if he wants to?"

A few people on the field, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know what these two people are talking about.

Li Yan'er pulled Li Zhuo's sleeve and pouted coquettishly: "Daddy, don't play dumb riddles, tell your daughter, what do you want to do?"

Yang Zheng and Li Zhuo looked at each other, laughed for a while, Li Zhuo smiled and said, "Didn't Yang Gongzi say just now, I will hold a birthday banquet for the old lady!"

"Daddy-?" Li Yan'er naturally didn't understand the plans of these two old foxes.

Li Zhuo still smiled and said: "The secret of heaven must not be leaked, it must not be leaked." Yan'er, it's not too early, Yang Gongzi and Mrs. Peng are also tired for a day, we should go back too!"

Although Li Yan'er wanted to know very much, it was not good to ask too much when she heard her father say this, but seeing that her father's expression was much better than before, she seemed confident, and she couldn't help but glance at Yang Zheng, and said in her heart: "This guy doesn't know how to really do it, and he still fools people!"

"Miss Li, see you on the day of the birthday banquet!" Yang Zheng winked at Li Yan'er and ignored her.

Today he has been busy all day, his back hurts so badly that he just wants to take a hot shower and get a good night's sleep to soothe and relieve the fatigue of the day.

After the Li family's father and daughter were polite, they couldn't delay the attic any more and left the Peng family's mansion.

At this moment, the subordinates of the mansion came out of the rooms and cleaned up the mansion.

Yang Zheng just wanted to rest with a tired face, but as a subordinate, the master didn't say anything and it was difficult to leave, so he sighed softly, and dragged his tired body downstairs.

The eldest lady saw that his eyebrows were tired, and remembered his busy figure in the past two days, so she walked up lightly and said softly: "Hua'an, you have been busy all day, you don't need to clean up here, can you go and rest?"

Yang Zheng said: "This is not very good, you won't be changing the way to deduct my salary, right?"

"Hmph, are you really a money fan?" Peng Xiangxiang glanced at him disdainfully and said dissatisfied.

Yang Zheng really couldn't pay attention to this dead ladyboy, and snorted and said to the eldest lady: "Then I'll go?"

"Hmm!" the eldest lady nodded.

Yang Zheng also kicked down the attic unceremoniously, and walked to his own small courtyard in the envy of a handful of maids.

The sunset at dusk is as red as blood, covering the West Lake with a faint red halo.

At the foot of the lonely mountain of the West Lake, there is a two-story red small building standing where, surrounded by the beautiful scenery of the Autumn Moon of Pinghu Lake, the Crane Pavilion, the Agate Slope and the West Lake of Xiling Bridge, which makes this towering two-story small restaurant look extremely dazzling.

The owner of the restaurant is a Luodi literati who moved from Shaoxing's East Lake to Qiantang after the death of his parents, and settled on the banks of Xiling Bridge at the foot of Gushan Mountain, where they made a living rowing and fishing - because both husband and wife came from Shaoxing, the land of fish and rice, and had a knack for cooking fresh fish and live shrimp. Louwailou first fished shrimp to choose the best to cook and sell, and then thought that there was no restaurant in the Xiling Bridge area, so after a little savings opened a small restaurant, it was only a bungalow, located next to the Liuyi Spring, located between Yulou and Xiling Seal Society. It is a very inconspicuous lakeside shop. However, due to the fact that the owner of the shop is good at management, and he cooks good dishes based on fresh food from the lake, especially he attaches great importance to interacting with the literati, so that the literati in Hangzhou and Hangzhou take the drinking outside the building as the first choice when visiting the lake, so the business is becoming more and more prosperous, and the reputation is gradually spreading. With the growing fame of the small building, the shopkeeper took the Southern Song Dynasty poet Lin Sheng's "Title Lin'an Residence" "Outside the mountain, the green mountain building outside the mountain, the West Lake singing and dancing when the rest of the time; the warm breeze smoked the tourists drunk, and the Hangzhou as Bianzhou" poem was inspired and taken as the "building outside the building", as the signboard of this small building.

At this time, it is not the time for dinner, there are no guests in the restaurant, only some frustrated literati on the edge of the West Lake, the little officials who have a bumpy road, and tourists who come to the West Lake to play, chant poems in the restaurant, and talk about wine, although the atmosphere is not lively, but it is not deserted.