Li Guanghang's heart was a little cold, but this did not affect his irresistibility to bourgeois hedonism.

The exquisite workmanship of the Ming straight jacket, the fragrant Suzhou embroidered sachet, the exquisite jade jade waist, and the simple but dignified black soap boots.

With a fairly delicate face, Li Guanghang's current appearance has become a rich second generation after finishing the book, no, a rich third generation.

If you want to say that it is different from the playboy brother who is 300 miles away from the flower bridge on the bank of the Qinhuai River, it can only be a handful of embroidered folding fans and a delicate maid who is beautiful and delicious.

Li Guanghang looked at the heavy rain outside the door, and breathed a long sigh of relief, as if his soul had also been washed pure by the rain.

A drop of rain, along the crack in the open window, entered the house, jumped on the bridge of Li Guanghang's nose, and a trace of coldness made Li Guanghang a little stunned again. Seeing that the little maid who had been notified of the meal hurriedly walked towards the room where Li Guanghang was, he realized that the time was deep.

The little guy walked to the door, and caught a glimpse of Li Guanghang standing behind the window, clamping the bamboo and wooden umbrella in his hand, and clasping his fists in salute.

"The eldest young master, the old lady has set up a meal on the covered bridge in the west of the courtyard, please go over."

"Well, I'll go over by myself in a moment."

The little guy made another move, holding a bamboo umbrella, and left in a hurry.

Li Guanghang smoothed out the somewhat wrinkled clothes with his hands, rubbed his still bruised cheeks, and took out an oil-paper umbrella from the hanger.

Choose bamboo

Sharpen the umbrella bone

Upper umbrella surface

Painted flowers

Oiled

The elegant and natural beauty of the traditional oil-paper umbrella has always been the convenience and low price of the industrialized production of the West, but it is beyond the reach of lifeless industrial products.

Looking at the exquisitely made oil-paper umbrella in his hand, Li Guanghang remembered a passage in the textbook:

"There are five characters in the word 'umbrella', which symbolizes many children and grandchildren, and the umbrella surface is opened to form a circle, which means to bless the newlyweds with a happy and complete life. At the age of 16, a man's parents will give him an oil-paper umbrella in the hope of supporting the door. ”

This umbrella was not given by the pair of temperamental, but by the old lady of the Li family who had always hoped that Li Guanghang could truly be Li Jining, and the family business and Ning family's courtyard.

Most of the old lady's expectations are pinned on this umbrella.

Li Guanghang gently turned the handle of the umbrella.

Click~

Hearing the sound of mortise and tenon opening and closing from the umbrella pole, Li Guanghang pumped hard, and a cold-light straight-edged Suzhou steel knife slid out of it.

"Longquan Su Xing"

On the back of the clay-covered and calcined knife, four characters are engraved.

Li Guanghang looked at this straight-edged sword forged by a famous master and sighed with some emotion.

Capitalism of all evils.

Thinking of a real Longquan sword in later generations, it will cost hundreds of thousands of yuan to say the least, and he is now holding one in his hand, which is really a rich family who does not know the blood and sweat of working people.

Li Guanghang swung hard, and the blade carried the strong wind and slashed towards the sandalwood hanger.

The thick rosewood side panels can't stop the Su Xingbao knife that sharpens iron like mud.

Kala

The hanger cracked at the sound.

Li Guanghang looked at the intact blade in his hand and nodded with some relief.

The strength of a scholar, coupled with a famous knife, can cut half an inch thick rosewood effortlessly, which shows the sharpness of this knife.

Li Guanghang put the knife away again, opened the thick umbrella cover with his hand, pushed open the door, and set off towards the covered bridge.

The architectural wisdom of the ancestors is beyond the reach of modern people, and the courtyard of the Li family's six entrances here, each of which shows the superb skills of the architect.

The Li family's compound was originally a boxy courtyard, but in the northwest corner, there was a lack of a boxy building.

The small piece is a lake, and the covered bridge is built on top of the lake.

It's not so much a lake as a pool dug by itself, and the water is level. Add some lotus leaves and lotus flowers, and the artificial bridge corridor will become a lake scene.

The servants in a hurry, holding plates and plates, walked on the covered bridge on both sides of the lake, in the center of the covered bridge, in a wind and rain pavilion, Li Ling and Cao Jie, as well as the old lady of the Li family, were waiting on the pavilion early.

Li Guanghang was a little ashamed when he saw that he had come a little late, and refused the servant's request to help him carry the umbrella, walked straight to the pavilion, put the umbrella on the edge of the pavilion, and apologized to the three people who had been waiting for a long time.

Looking at his grandson, his son apologized to himself, and the old lady of the Li family and Li Ling nodded with some relief.

But Cao Jie on the side looked a little embarrassed, for a frog at the bottom of the well who didn't even know that there was rain outside the well, he suddenly met the greetings of the creatures outside the well, and it was natural that he was at a loss.

Cao Jie thought to himself, he didn't return the gift, people apologized, and he didn't reply, which seemed a little respectful and inferior, after all, he was just a messenger who delivered letters for the official's family.

Cao Jie couldn't help but scratch his nose with his hand.

This series of actions was seen by the old lady of the Li family, and the smile on her face became even stronger.

"Come, sit down with grandpa."

What surprised Li Guanghang was that the position that the old lady was referring to was actually next to Li Ling and the old lady.

Ancient China is known as the "country of etiquette", stressing etiquette, following etiquette, worshipping etiquette, respecting etiquette, and observing etiquette, which is a tradition of Chinese for thousands of years. The core of etiquette is the social code of human behavior, which is the social code of conduct, moral scale and various etiquette that the Chinese people have become accustomed to and customized.

If Li Guanghang is allowed to sit there, then it means that Li Guanghang's position is higher than Li Ling. Li Guanghang didn't understand the old lady's intentions, if he sat by himself, he might become a human handle, and he would attack himself for not knowing the etiquette.

For the sake of safety, Li Guanghang chose to resign.

"The grandson doesn't dare, for fear that the grandson of others will not know how to be respected." Li Guanghang once again bowed his hand.

The old lady didn't force it, stroked her white beard, and nodded.

Li Guanghang then walked straight to Cao Jie's side and sat down.

A maid, holding an incense burner, walked respectfully to the table with her head bowed and placed the incense burner upwind of the table.

The maid suddenly raised her head, saw Li Guanghang, blushed suddenly, and the handle of the spoon in her hand that was ready to fill the incense burner touched the wall of the stove slightly, making a dinging sound.

"Apricot Rain?" Li Guanghang recognized it at once.

Mao Xingyu's face was swollen and red, thinking of what she had just done, she really regretted not being at the beginning, and her eyes that wanted to cry without tears looked fascinating.

"The maidservant is leaving."

Hurry away.

Li Guanghang looked at the petite back and was stunned.

The old lady on the side looked at Li Guanghang and the maid who was far away, and her originally bright and kind smile suddenly became gloomy, and she frowned.

Li Ling on the side didn't know anything, because his attention was all on the dishes brought by the servants.

The fragrant meal is under the porcelain basin, waiting for the meal to begin.