Cheng Chi and Song Meng stood steadily on the bow of a canopy boat, watching Qin Ziping on the adjacent boat repeatedly place the wooden planks on the river according to their instructions, holding pocket watches against the time and distance of the wooden planks flowing from upstream to downstream.

Huang Yijun, who was standing behind them, muttered in a low voice, "Can you calculate the size of the water flow in this way?" What is the effect of measuring the magnitude of the water flow? Anyway, every year on August 18 is the time when the tide of the Qiantang River is the largest, and there is no mistake since ancient times, even if it is calculated that the tide will come a few days in advance, but there will be a tide on August 18, but it is a big difference, and who will notice this......"

Last night, I drank well, but Mr. Song and Cheng Zichuan suddenly decided to go to Hangzhou Bay on the Qiantang River to have a look, he was entrusted by his brother-in-law to "invite" Song Meng to the capital safely and smoothly, so he had to put down his chopsticks and follow them to Hangzhou Bay.

Mr. Song and Cheng Zichuan walked around Hangzhou Bay for most of the night, he sat aside and watched the upper eyelids and lower eyelids fighting, I don't know when to fall asleep, and when I was woken up by Cheng Zichuan's entourage, the sky was already bright, Mr. Song and Cheng Zichuan immediately rushed back to Baiyang Village, and the Qin steward didn't know where to find a few canopy boats, and they squatted on the canopy boat after breakfast hastily, Then I watched that Qin steward float the wooden plank from this boat to that boat according to the instructions of Mr. Song and Cheng Zichuan, and floated from that boat to this boat for a while, and Qin steward took Cheng Zichuan's pocket watch and looked at the time there.

Mr. Song didn't have the appearance of a super-first-class father, like an old man in the countryside who had never seen the world, since Cheng Zichuan took out the cloisonné enamel pocket watch from his sleeve, his eyes seemed to be glued to the pocket watch, and he asked Cheng Zichuan with a salivating face, "Where did you get this pocket watch?" I didn't know that although pocket watches like this are rare, they are also sold outside the Dongzhi Gate in the capital, and my brother-in-law has a piece, which is usually placed in the library, and my brother-in-law likes it very much, but Mr. Song is the father of his brother-in-law, if he speaks. Can my brother-in-law not make him?

Staring at someone's pocket watch like this...... It's too shameless!

None of this is said. When Cheng Zichuan said that he got it from a Westerner, and admitted that he would get a piece for him too, Mr. Song's expression. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is grateful to Dade, and even called Cheng Zichuan "Mr. Cheng". If my brother-in-law hears this, where can I put this face!

No wonder my brother-in-law wanted to "invite" Mr. Song to his side no matter what.

And they've been watching the plank float around for almost an hour, when will it be over?

The sun shines on the river. It was unusually hot, and he was dizzy. I can't wait to get off the ship right away.

But Mr. Song is "playing" happily with Cheng Zichuan, what can he say?

Huang Yijun looked at Cheng Chi's young man's face and muttered a few words in a low voice, because the voice was too small. They didn't hear what he was muttering.

Lang Yue, who was serving beside her, rolled her eyes.

This Huang Yijun was quite modest at the beginning, but later found out that the fourth master was only five years older than him, and he was still a showman, and the fourth master was already a jinshi. He began to feel a little uncomfortable, and when Mr. Song was about to make friends with the fourth master. He began to be a little messy in the wind, as if it was a big rebellion for Mr. Song and the fourth old man to be friends on the same generation.

However, Huang Yijun can't be blamed for this.

At first glance, he is an honest and disciplined reader, so naturally he can't understand what the fourth master and Mr. Song are doing!

Lang Yue was quite sympathetic to him and said, "Huang Gongzi, do you want to go and sit in the cabin?" The sun outside was a little too big. ”

That's good!

Huang Yijun thought about business, anyway, Mr. Song didn't need him, and it was useless for him to stay here.

"Then there is Brother Lao!" He said politely.

A small boat rowed over with all its might.

Cheng Chi and Song Miao frowned in unison, and Cheng Chi even instructed his entourage: "Where did that ship come from?" Let them be rerouted! ”

Mr. Song also said: "They will affect the speed of the planks floating, we don't know how long it will take?" ”

The surface of the pool sinks like water.

A sensitive guard shouted at the boat, "Where did you come from?" We have something to do here, can the boat go by the river? ”

The people in the boat smiled and said, "Chief Manager Qin, the small Zong family's courtyard, was ordered by the old lady to bring refreshments to Master Cheng and Mr. Song." ”

Qin Ziping looked towards Cheng Chi.

Cheng Chi smiled bitterly.

Qin Ziping hurriedly packed up his things, sent someone to pick them up, and sent them to Cheng Chi's awning boat.

Cheng Chi gestured towards Mr. Song, and said helplessly: "It seems that we can only drink a cup of tea and then continue to measure the water flow." ”

Song Meng laughed and said, "Jiang is still old and spicy!" If she hadn't sent someone to bring some refreshments, I am afraid that you and I would have been standing at the bow of the boat until the return trip. He said, sighing, "Don't dislike the old lady trouble, the old man is like your age, I can't go all over my dynasty in one day, I am always impatient about anything at home, I feel that they are a drag, and when my wife is gone, there is no nagging person around me, and no one cares about me, but I feel that people's hearts are empty, as if there is no one to settle down." Speaking of which, wherever this person goes, he needs to have a home, and there are people waiting for you and people who are thinking about you at home, so that this person will not feel lonely when he lives. However, even if you listen to these things now, you may not have an understanding of them, but you will understand them when you are older and have experience. ”

Cheng Chi didn't make a sound.

He lowered his eyelids and looked at the cloud cakes, peach cakes, rose paste, radish cakes, and assorted candied fruits neatly stacked in the box of golden begonia flowers sprinkled with black paint and red background...... As if he wanted to escape Song Ming's words, his mind suddenly drifted far away.

It was certainly not prepared by his mother for him.

If his mother prepares refreshments for him, they must be fresh. This kind of cloud cake and peach cake bought from the shop outside will definitely not be put in the box.

Cheng Chi had a delicate little face in his mind, watery eyes, looking at her with a blank look, full of trust...... Like a kitten eager to get praise from its owner, he just patted her on the head. She was happy for a long time.

In addition to her mother, she is the only one in the family who can command the servants.

He drank tea, tasted all the snacks in the box, and finally ate the turnip cake.

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In the courtyard of the Zong family, Zhou Shaojin sat at the bottom of Mrs. Guo, smiling and listening to Zong Lao'anren and Mrs. Guo and Mrs. Song.

And the old An people of the Zong family saw that there was suddenly another old lady of the pavilion, and they didn't know how excited they were. I trembled a little when I spoke. That kind of flattery made Mrs. Song, who doesn't often socialize with others, at a loss, and she was very unaccustomed. Fortunately, Mrs. Guo was on her side. Only then did she gradually return to normalcy.

Mrs. Song couldn't help but cast a grateful glance at Mrs. Guo.

Part of the reason why she doesn't often go out to socialize in Beijing is because Song Jingran's wife is in Beijing. Huguang's official eunuch family has a reputation for being virtuous and virtuous, and a large part of the reason is that she is not good at socializing, and others always compare her with Song Jingran's wife. She was more and more afraid to go out.

Here in Mrs. Guo. Without comparison, she felt that socializing was not something that made her nervous and panicked. The atmosphere quickly became lighter.

Zong Lao'an warmly invited Mrs. Guo and Mrs. Song to be guests at home.

Mrs. Guo politely declined, but said that Cheng Chi would have arrangements tomorrow and invite Zong Lao'an to Jinling as a guest when he had free time.

Zong Lao'an people naturally agreed.

After having lunch in the other courtyard, Zong Lao'an thought that Mrs. Guo would entertain Mrs. Song. I took the ladies of the family to say goodbye very clearly.

Mrs. Song breathed a sigh of relief.

Cheng Chi and Song Meng are back.

The courtyard was busy again.

The servants brought water in to serve the two of them to freshen up, the banquet was reorganized in the kitchen, and Mrs. Song packed up her things and prepared to follow back to Hangzhou Mansion.

As for Zhou Shaojin. Knowing that Cheng Chi had eaten all the radish cakes, he smiled and bent his eyebrows. Let the Spring Festival Gala go to reward the kitchen.

The Spring Festival Gala said: "Do we want to write down the recipe for this radish cake and bring it back?" ”

"Of course!" Zhou Shaojin smiled, "Let's make some more tomorrow, see if the old lady likes to eat it." When the time comes, you can let the kitchen of the Hanbi Mountain House do the same. ”

The Spring Festival Gala nodded again and again to help Zhou Shaojin polish ink.

Mrs. Song came to say goodbye to Mrs. Guo, and said reluctantly: "I don't know what my father-in-law is planning?" If I can walk with the old lady, it will be my blessing. ”

She has never instructed her on how to treat people and things like Mrs. Guo, and she has learned a lot today.

Mrs. Guo had no intention of walking with them, and said with a smile: "It depends on what your old lady means!" ”

Mrs. Song nodded again and again, and sincerely invited Mrs. Guo to her home in the capital as a guest.

Mrs. Guo should go down.

The two parted for a long time, but who knew that Cheng Chi and Song Meng did not appear for a long time.

Mrs. Guo was stunned and asked people to inquire.

It turned out that Cheng Chi and Song Meng had lunch and went into the study again, and they didn't come out for most of the hour.

Don't talk about Mrs. Guo now, even Zhou Shaojin was also strange and said, "What's wrong with Uncle Chi and Mr. Song?" ”

Mrs. Song was at a loss.

Song Sen said in a loud voice: "Sister Zhou, I know what my grandfather is doing - he must be counting with Uncle Cheng Shi!" My grandfather told me that if you want to deal with the floods, you need to know how fast the water is. If you want to know how fast the water flows, you have to learn to count. My grandfather must have seen that the tide of the Qiantang River almost swept everyone away, so he counted them so that my father could control the floods and stop the tide of the Qiantang River from surging every year. ”

Let the Qiantang River no longer have a tidal surge every year, not to mention anything else, first of all, the literati and rioters in the world will give Mr. Song a bloody head.

Song Sen's innocent fairy tale made Mrs. Guo and Zhou Shaojin laugh.

Mrs. Song blushed and covered Song Sen's mouth.

Song Sen turned his head and hid behind Zhou Shaojin.

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Sisters, today's gag.

Have a great time everyone!

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※(To be continued) R466