After Qian Jin and his family left Shaozhou County, they went straight to Jiangxi. After a few more autumn rains, the family stopped and went, and finally arrived in Pyeongchang, the capital of Jiangxi Province, a month later.

There are many hilly lakes in Jiangxi, and there are many water systems, among which the lake is the most in Qinghu, so Jiangxi gets its name. According to Qian Jin's elder brother in the "Da Chen Mixed One Map", Jiangxi is rich in production. Needless to say, rice, cotton and linen, the most noteworthy is the ceramics produced in Jiangxi, the ceramics made of thin walls, many colors. Many of the ceramics smuggled to Nanyang in Guanhai City are produced in Jiangxi.

When Qian entered his previous life, he often stayed up late and worked overtime, and rarely went out to travel. The scenery along the way is beautiful, he devotes himself to nature, breathes the air that has never been polluted, and everywhere he looks is green, and he is in a good mood.

After the carriage entered Pingchang Mansion, Lao Qian personally drove to a house in the north of the city. The courtyard wall is muddy, and a wooden plaque is hung above the stone door wall, on which the word 'Wenfu' is written, and below the wooden plaque is the main entrance opening. Looking at the layout of the door, it is really relatively simple, and there is no feeling of a high-gate compound.

Old Qian stepped forward and knocked lightly.

After a few breaths, the wooden door creaked open, and an old servant stepped out of the room.

"Uncle Wu, we're back." Old Qian walked up to him and smiled at the old servant.

This old servant's surname is Wu, Lao Qian has seen it when he came to Jiangxi last time, the Wen brothers and sisters have called him Uncle Wu since he was a child, and he has been taking care of Wen Tianzheng in Kyoto all these years. After the "Eighteen Bachelors Case", thanks to his careful care, Wen Tianzheng was able to save his life.

Uncle Wu's eyes were not very good, and he hesitated for a while before realizing that it was his uncle standing at the door. When he saw Wen standing next to Lao Qian, his slightly rickety body trembled with excitement, and he couldn't cry anymore: "Sixteen years...... Miss, you're finally back. ”

Wen has regarded Uncle Wu as a family member since he was a child, and he was scolded by Uncle Wu when he was naughty. I haven't seen him for more than ten years, and Wen's eyes are also red. She stepped forward to hold Uncle Wu's arm and said softly, "Uncle Wu, you have worked hard all these years. ”

Perhaps thinking that today's reunion day should not cry, Wu Bo wiped his eyes with his sleeve, and then smiled: "The old man has been talking every day for the past few days, saying that you should also be there on the day...... I said that the magpie was so happy this morning, and it should have been here. ”

Wen called a pair of children to Uncle Wu and said, "This is Uncle Wu that my mother told you about since I was a child, don't hurry up and salute." ”

Qian Jin led Bao'er to bow down to Uncle Wu, and everyone called "Grandpa Wu" sweetly, and Uncle Wu helped them up, and said again and again: "It's time to break the old slave...... Hurry up, please. ”

After unloading the luggage and settling the carriage fare with the groom, Wu Bo led the family into the house.

The whole house is divided into two entrances. The first thing that catches your eye is an inner lawn, where many green bamboos are planted, and there is a huge old locust tree. Passing through the stone slab road in the ping, go up the second step and then go straight to the middle hall, only to see a pair of middle hall hanging in the middle, and the middle hall is written above the three big characters of "Cui Zhu Zhai". The atrium is flanked by a row of mud-walled tile houses.

At this time, Wen Xun was sitting on a wooden chair in the middle hall wearing linen and filial piety, holding a book in his hand to read, and the whole person looked slightly clearer than the last time in Guanhai City. Seeing the arrival of Lao Qian and his wife, Wen Xun was overjoyed, he casually put the book on the table and greeted him, saying, "Old Qian...... Xiu'er ...... You're finally here. ”

Lao Qian clenched his fists and said, "Uncle Lao remembers." It rained a few times on the road, and it was delayed for a few days. ”

"Brother...... What about the father? "Wen hasn't seen his father for more than ten years, and he can't wait at the moment.

"My father got up early and was busy early in the morning. Come with me. Wen Xun said that, and led the family to the back hall.

Qian Jin paid attention to the surrounding pattern as he walked.

The entire back hall is full of civil structure houses. In the middle is a shrine with the ancestral tablets of the Wen family. On both sides are the main rooms, which look like four or five rooms. The floor is all made of compacted dirt, and there is some green moss growing in the corners. It looks like the architectural style is a bit like the courtyard houses in the north.

After passing through several corridors, the group came to a miscellaneous house in the backyard, and the sound of a machine was heard inside. Wen Xun motioned for his father to be inside.

Wen raised his hand to push the door in, but just reached the edge of the door and retracted his hand. She straightened her clothes slightly, pushed the door slightly, and looked into the room as she looked inside.

"Daddy......" Wen exclaimed softly, but tears had already welled up in his eyes, and his footsteps had already rushed towards the old man he hadn't met for more than ten years.

Wen Xun motioned for Lao Qian and the others to wait in the front hall with him, so that his sister could talk to his father. The group returned to the front hall to rest, while Wu Bo led the old money to move the luggage and other things to the residence.

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Half an hour later, Wen walked out of the back hall with an old man on crutches but in good spirits. Uncle Wu had already moved a soft stool and set it up in the middle of the front hall to help the old man sit down.

Qian Jin took a closer look, the old man was very thin, his back was slightly hunched, his beard was already white, although his face was still ruddy, but the whole person looked a little old, only a pair of eyes were shining like cold stars. When he saw his empty right leg trousers, Qian Jin's heart tightened inexplicably.

seemed to feel that Qian Jin was looking at himself, and the old man's gaze was ushered in, and Qian Jin actually felt like a thorn in his back, so he hurriedly avoided it. The old man smiled kindly and said to Qian Jin, "This is my good grandson, right?" ”

Qian Jin solemnly knelt down and kowtowed, and said respectfully: "Qian Jin pays a visit to my grandfather." ”

Wen Tianzheng beckoned to Qian Jin and motioned for him to approach. Qian Jin hurriedly got up and walked up to him, the old man stared at Qian Jin carefully for a while, and after a while, he said with satisfaction: "Well, it is worthy of our old Wen family's species." Especially these two one-word eyebrows, they are tough enough. Then he asked, "Have you read the copy for you?" Any thoughts? ”

Last time Lao Qian returned to his hometown from Jiangxi, Wen Tianzheng asked Lao Qian to bring two calligraphy books to Qian Jin, one for "Cold Food Post" and one for "Self-description Post", Qian Jin would copy it if he had nothing to do on weekdays. These two calligraphy books are famous posters, and the poems in them have been sung for thousands of years, and the calligraphy is also a must.

Seeing his grandfather ask, Qian Jin replied: "Grandpa, I often watch it." Cold food is a festival, I want to eat cold food, and my grandfather wants me not to have fine clothes and food in the future; Self-description is self-order, and my grandfather wants me to reflect on myself often in the future. ”

Wen Tianzheng nodded with satisfaction after hearing this, and said with a smile: "It seems that you, the fourth in this department, are not in vain." There's one more thing you didn't expect, though. ”

"Ask my grandfather to teach me."

The calligraphy in these two calligraphy books is extremely mysterious, all-encompassing, and can be used as a metaphor for the prosperity of the world. When the world enters the WTO, the organs are exhausted, either for fame or profit, but you don't know that the truth is actually in front of you for a long time. Although the food satisfies the appetite, it is easy to promote greed; As an official, I don't know how to introspect, when I look back on the past, the original passionate self is long gone, and I can only sigh at the moon. ”

Qian Jin couldn't help but ponder when he heard these words.

These principles are easy to say, but difficult to do. Since Qian Jin entered the house, he found that his grandfather lived a very frugal life, and there were no valuable objects in the house. As the former imperial history of the capital, his protégés are all over the Chen country, if he wants wealth, others don't rush to send it to the door?

As for appetite, Qian Jin doesn't think so. People live for a lifetime, eating, drinking, sleeping, and eating comes first. It's just that he never pays attention to pomp, and he can also eat a piece of tofu very fragrantly.

Thinking of this, Qian Jin bowed down and said, "Grandpa, Jin'er has been taught." ”

Next to him, Wen Xun was worried that his father would sit for too long, so he persuaded: "Father, my sister's family has also been on the road for a month, so it's better to let them settle down first." ”

Wen Tianzheng nodded, and asked Uncle Wu to help him get up and go into the room to rest.

After his grandfather entered the house, Qian Jin quietly asked his uncle and grandfather what was going on with his legs.

After hearing this, Wen Xun sighed: "When your grandfather was sent to prison, his calf ulcerated due to torture, and he was not treated in prison. Your grandfather knocked the festering part alive with a torture instrument......"

Qian Jin's back tingled when he heard this. Not to mention how much pain you have to endure to knock out a lower leg, ordinary people are probably frightened when they look at the appearance of flesh and blood. What kind of obsession supported his grandfather's thin body and allowed him to complete that self-help under the condition of lack of medical treatment.

Who said that literati have no arrogant bones, in ancient times, there was a beautiful bearded public relations feather scraping bones to cure poison, and now there is a Tianzheng public edict to break his leg to save himself.