Although Yan Song has a very bad reputation in Shilin, his reputation in his hometown of Fenyi, Jiangxi is quite good, building bridges and paving roads, disaster relief and rent reduction are common things, and Yan Song restricts the clansmen and does not encroach on the countryside.

In this regard, Xu Jie's is much worse, but the Xu family, which has only emerged in the past ten years, has swallowed more than 100,000 acres of fertile land in Songjiang.

Said that Xu Jie couldn't restrain his family?

This reason is untenable.

Qian Yuan followed Xu Fan to the door of the backyard, and walked for a while under the guidance of the servant woman before he reached the place, he couldn't help but look sideways and look around, it was much bigger than Yan's mansion.

Qian Yuan couldn't help but have a dark speculation in his heart, it is said that Xu Jie's grandfather was originally a homesteaders, and he had no choice but to join the Huang family in the event of a natural disaster, so future generations have a strong desire for land.

Looking sideways, he saw a small and exquisite pavilion, and the half-open window seemed to have a figure flickering, Qian Yuan couldn't help but pause, his eyes flickering.

In the Ming Dynasty, this kind of backyard building generally only had one kind of people living in it, and the female dependents who had not yet left the cabinet.

Sensing that the person was looking over, Miss Xu Si hurriedly avoided it, couldn't help patting her chest, waited a little and then quietly pushed the window open, and looked at it carefully.

Although he couldn't see his appearance clearly, the back of a green shirt looked extremely straight, and his steps had a calmness that ordinary scholars did not have.

It wasn't until the back disappeared around the corner that Miss Xu Si retracted her gaze in a daze, hesitated for a while and picked up the brush, dipped it on the inkstone, and wrote two words on the spread out paper.

"Suiyuan?"

A clear female voice suddenly sounded in her ears, Miss Xu Si couldn't help but shake her hand, and a drop of ink fell on the paper.

"Little Seven!" Miss Xu Si glared back in annoyance, and casually pulled up the paper and crumpled it into a ball, "Do you know Suiyuan?" ”

"Yes." Xiao Qi smiled and found a round stool to sit down, this is her unique power, although she is only fourteen years old, she is the tallest in the Xu family.

"Now Suiyuan is very famous in Beijing, in addition to our scholars in Songjiang, Hangzhou, Shaoxing, Suzhou scholars have visited."

"Are they going to write poetry?" Xiao Qi cocked his legs and shook them, "Well, "Suiyuan Poems"? "Poetry in the Garden"? ”

"Not really." Miss Xu Si snorted, "What's the point of writing some sour poems?" ”

"Auntie, you usually write sour poems."

"Feet down!" Miss Xu Si reprimanded, and then explained: "Our boudoir woman, she can only write poems and paintings to pass the time, but he is different, he is rarely famous, he went to Hangzhou alone to avenge his father and brother, and his integrity is unparalleled to guard Jiading, and he has defeated the Japanese Kou several times, so he will live up to his journey in the next world!" ”

Xiao Qi didn't shake his legs, but sat cross-legged on the round stool and staggered, not at all restless, and asked casually: "Is that the Art of War in Suiyuan"?" ”

Miss Xu Si suddenly smiled, "Of course not." ”

"What's that?"

"Opened his face for Bo's widowed mother, cooked in person, and his filial piety spread all over the country, but he unexpectedly practiced good cooking skills." Miss Xu Si's face was a little red, "I heard that fellow villagers and Zhejiang scholars all go to taste food." ”

"Ah, my aunt is so blessed." Xiao Qi was really envious now, straightened up and said thoughtfully: "No wonder my aunt specially asked Mrs. Liu to learn how to make pastries a few days ago. ”

"Don't talk nonsense." Miss Xu Si blushed and stomped her feet.

"Hehe, the Northern Song Dynasty Yi'an Jushi and his husband bounty stone, punish Qingcha...... Haha, my aunt and uncle will ...... in the future Okay, don't talk about it, don't talk about it! ”

Miss Xu Si was really not so thick-skinned, so she pounced on Xiao Qi's mouth and grabbed two handfuls under her armpit with the other hand, and Xiao Qi's smile softened into a puddle of mud.

The two of them were arguing for a while, and then Miss Xu Si tidied up her clothes and said with a smile: "Yi'an Jushi helped her husband to cultivate the "Golden Stone Record" and pass it on to future generations, and the "Suiyuan Cookbook" may be passed on in the future." ”

"Recipes for the Garden?"

"Yes, yesterday the aunt of the Wu family came to visit and said that he claimed to repair the "Suiyuan Cookbook".

"Bang!"

Xiao Qi, who was sitting cross-legged on the round bench, suddenly fell unsteadily, but immediately jumped up, his eyes were shocked, Suiyuan did have a famous recipe that will be passed down to future generations, wouldn't it be so coincidental?

"What's wrong?"

"Uh......" Xiao Qi was dumbfounded for a while, stomped his foot suddenly, and grabbed Miss Xu Si's arm, "Auntie, let's go and see...... Just look behind the screen. ”

"No, if we look at it, my mother will say it in advance."

"If my aunt doesn't go, then I'll go alone."

Miss Xu Si hesitated for a while, thinking that the peek just now was really not clear, and she was pulled downstairs by her niece all the way downstairs.

Entering lightly through the side door and going around the screen, Miss Xu Si noticed the surprise of the servant woman and the maid, and couldn't help lowering her eyes slightly to speed up her pace, but she didn't notice that the niece next to her was walking faster.

"Shh......h

The two women pricked up their ears and listened carefully, and there were male voices laughing outside about the fun story of being taken advantage of during the New Year.

"Don't mention it, my uncle and mother have reprimanded the juniors several times, and Suiyuan is now half a restaurant and half a casino."

Qian Yuan said with a bitter face: "Yesterday night, Pan Chong'an also brought a few fellow villagers, but he hasn't left yet, the garden can't be repaired, and the family really has no money now." ”

Zhang, who was sitting on the main seat, smiled and groaned: "The Pan family has silver." ”

"Hey, really let him pay the money, this guy will definitely go around to spread and ruin the reputation of the juniors......" Qian Yuan smiled bitterly, "Brother Chong'an also robbed me of some food in the township test, the old lady should know that he did it when he turned around." ”

Qian Yuan entered the main hall and said a word, he really didn't want this Zhang family to talk about business, and specially pulled Pan Yunduan out.

Pan Yunduan is barely a friend of Qian Yuan, after all, the two are close in age, and they are in the same subject, but Pan Yunduan's father Pan En is a Jinshi in the second year of Jiajing, and he is the same year as Xu Jie.

But in fact, Paine and Xu Jie's relationship has always been poor, because he is Nie Bao's protégé.

After the Battle of Wangjiangjing, Nie Bao was forced to resign and return to his hometown, and the protégés and disciples left behind were purged by Xu Jie, and Paine was the first to defect to Xu Jie.

So Qian Yuan's words didn't sound like anything, but in fact they were a bit of a pari, although Zhang was still smiling, his smile was obviously stiffened.

After seeing this Zhang, Qian Yuan strengthened his inner thoughts, for a time-traveler, marriage was something he couldn't accept...... Or it's not necessary, he has too many hole cards, as long as he doesn't face those big guys, he has a chance to do tricks.

Uh, it's mainly Zhang's looks...... It is very much in line with the standard of the wife of a large family in this era.

What standard?

To put it nicely, the face is like the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, but it is actually a big round face!

The hall was quiet for a while, and Miss Xu Si and Xiao Qi behind the screen were a little baffled, the former was anxiously worried, and the latter was secretly happy.

But then, the mood of the two girls changed dramatically.

After the Zhang family pulled the topic away, Qian Yuan relaxed and talked about the changes in Huating now, after all, the Zhang family had not returned to his hometown for nearly twenty years, and he listened to it with relish, and asked his two sons to come out to meet.

Xu Jie's second son, eleven-year-old Xu Kun, ran over with a transcription, a guy like Jia Baoyu, who surrounded Zhang's side and shouted praise.

"Nicely written." Zhang's tilted his head and glanced at Qian Yuan, "The poems of Hetan Gong were all crowned in Songjiang Mansion back then, and Zhancai came to take a look, this word is eye-catching?" ”

Xu Fan on the side couldn't help but sneer twice, he was Qian Yuan's classmate, so he naturally knew that this guy was a person who specialized in learning eight shares, and his poetry was barely qualified to write a test poem, that pen ...... In the words of the teacher back then, it was too neat and had no aura.

Qian Yuan was also quite speechless, they were all fellow villagers, how could the Zhang family not know that his family was forcibly separated and swept out, and how could the poems of his great-grandfather Qian Fu spread to his hands.

"It's well written, it's well written." After Qian Yuan said a few perfunctory words, he suddenly looked at the bottom of the paper with dull eyes, "Falling flowers are not ruthless things, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers." ”

"Cough, cough, cough, cough......" Qian Yuan coughed violently, and only after a while did he look at Xu Kun who was looking up with his head waiting for praise with a strange gaze.

"This is a poem you wrote?"

Xu Kun shook his head blankly, and looked back at his mother Zhang.

Zhang smiled and said: "This is written by Fan'er's sister, see the smile and laugh." ”

Qian Yuan walked out of the backyard in despair, his mind was the truest portrayal of his mood, he didn't dare to make any rash decisions, he needed to think carefully and carefully.

Behind the screen, Miss Xu Si blushed again, but this time it was not because of Qian Yuan, but because of shame, but she had a secret joy in her heart.

And her niece Xiao Qi beside her was expressionless, and she could only feel MMP in her heart.