Chapter 162: Quiet Early Autumn

Xinglong Buzhuang has sprung up and taken strong roots in Jinling. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info This kind of cloth price really made the Xue family cloth store usher in a cold winter in advance.

The warm autumn sun sprinkled on the large locust trees in the manor, plating the green and dense leaves with a layer of brilliant gold. A few swings pressed on the branches of the trees have become a paradise for Yinglian, Ping'er and Shunyo. A group of bear children watched with their eyes open, waiting for their turn.

Every day, hundreds of pieces of cloth are still transported from the manor to Jinling City.

Lin Lan lay on the bamboo chair and gave the swing to the group of bear children, Ping'er came over with fresh fruits and put them on the small wooden table on the side, "Young master, fresh persimmons, taste them." ā€

"Ping'er, do you have any letter in Yangzhou?"

"The old man brought a message that everything is fine at home."

Lin Lan nodded, looked at the white clouds in the sky, slowly closed his eyes, and said, "Tian'er is so good." ā€

Ping'er peeled the skin of the persimmon, which was as thin as a cicada's wings, and handed it to Lin Lan, "Young master, eat persimmons." ā€

Bang! There was a loud roar, so frightened that Lin Lan almost pinched the persimmon in his hand.

"It's done! I'm a good girl, and finally got it for Lao Tzu! ā€

Yun Xiaofan's small secret room was another burst of chickens and dogs. Lin Lan got up, took a bite of the persimmon, ate it as she walked, and said, "What's coming?" ā€

Yun Xiaofan held more than a dozen long-pole guns in front of Lin Lan and said, "It was made according to your design ideas, young master." This long-pole gun, although not as convenient as your wheel gun, but the bullet range and power are much more powerful than that wheel gun, compared to those firearms or something, I don't know how much more powerful! ā€

Lin Lan quietly picked up a gun, except for the chamber and barrel are cast in fine iron, the rest of the places are fixed with solid wood, such a rifle not only solves the heaviness of the previous firearms, but also can improve the accuracy and accuracy by a big grade, naturally it is much better than backward firearms like firearms.

"What about accuracy? Have you tested it? ā€

"It's all calibrated, the accuracy is the most reliable within fifty steps, and there is a slight deviation within a hundred steps, but it can barely be dealt with."

Lin Lan pushed the bullet into the chamber of the gun, pulled the bolt, and aimed at the crockpot in the distance.

"Let's let's go, let's let go. The young master is going to set off firecrackers! ā€

A group of bear children covered their ears and ducked.

Bang!

The trigger was pulled, and the recoil made Lin Lan's shoulder hurt. The crockpot forty or fifty paces away was instantly shot through a hole, gurgling with water.

Lin Lan handed the gun to Yun Xiaofan and said, "Yes, Zhuangzi will find a few reliable and clever guards and ask them to shoot, in case there is any banditry, it will be easy to deal with it." "The reason why such a manor that is not in the city is cheap is also because there are too many bandits, and if you don't live in the city, it is difficult to guarantee safety, unless the strength is so strong that even the bandits dare not touch you.

Fu Xiaodao was squatting under the tree eating sugarcane, and when he saw Lin Lan coming over, he said, "This is the thing that killed Lao Han that night?" ā€

Lin Lan smiled and said, "Yes, what? Do you, a martial arts master, also want to have one? ā€

Fu Xiaodao shook his head and said, "I still believe in the knife in my hand." ā€

"Hehe, you'll see later how stupid it is to use a knife......"

Before Lin Lan finished speaking, the cold handle of the knife was already attached to his neck.

"Damn it! Don't move the knife at every turn! ā€

Fu Xiaodao put away the knife and said very seriously: "At least I can cut your neck before you take out the gun." ā€

"It doesn't count! You're a sneak attack! Lin Lan felt that she really couldn't get too close to Fu Xiaodao, and if she was wiped like this one day, she would have nowhere to cry.

"What are you looking at?" Lin Lan saw Yinglian sitting on a wooden chair, so she looked over with a smile.

"Engong ......," Yinglian hid the book behind her back and said a little hesitantly.

Lin Lan smiled: "It's okay, just say what you need." Just make it your home. Since Zhen Shiyin entrusted this little girl to himself, of course he has to take care of it dutifully.

Life on the estate is very harmonious and warm. Although the tenants had to weave, there was nothing to say about the wages and food, which made the tenants feel very happy.

"It's a collection of poems I took from the study a few days ago, if Engong wants to use it, Yinglian will return it."

Lin Lan sat on a wooden chair on the side and asked, "Want to learn poetry?" ā€

Yinglian nodded and said, "I heard Sister Ping'er say that Engong is the poet of Su and Yang, can you give Yinglian one or two?" ā€

"What's so hard about it, it's worth learning? It's just a combination of starting and turning, in which the transfer is two pairs, flat to sound, virtual to real, real to virtual, if there is a strange sentence, even the flat and the real are not right. Lin Lan laughed. These words are naturally Daiyu's original words, and since Yinglian asked, there is nothing wrong with him saying it.

Yinglian nodded and said: "It's strange that Yinglian secretly watched one or two songs, and there were some of the right ones and some of them were wrong, and I heard that 'one, three, five, two, four, six are clear'." Looking at the poems of the ancients, there are also those that are smooth, and there are also mistakes in 246, so I wonder every day. Now listening to Engongyi, it turns out that these style rules are the last thing, as long as the words and sentences are novel. ā€

"Think about it. Poetry is about talent, if there are any wonderful sentences, you can also come and talk to me about one or two. Seeing that Xiao Nizi has interest and motivation, Lin Lan does not discourage her enthusiasm, it is always good for people to be motivated and interested.

Everyone in the village has their own goals.

The guards will also help in the workshop when they have nothing to do. The tenants have been completely transformed into workers, and although they are busy, as long as they have money to earn and eat, it is already their greatest happiness. Yun Xiaofan also found his hobby and made the new gadgets that Lin Lan gave him prosperous.

Of course, a group of bear children and children Wang Shunyu were "conquering the city" in Zhuangzi all day long, and Lin Lan also turned a blind eye and didn't see it, after all, they were all children, and it was normal to have a little skin.

In the quiet early autumn, Lin Lan paced around the Zhuangzi, which was not a small one, and it would be a good choice if he was allowed to stay in the Zhuangzi like this for the rest of his life.

The leaves have not fallen, the sky has not cooled, and the early autumn sun is a little warm.

"Young master, young master!"

Lin Lan looked back at Yun Xiaofan, who was jumping around, and asked, "What's the matter?" ā€

"Young master, I suddenly came up with a brilliant idea."

"Say."

Yun Xiaofan's eyebrows fluttered and said: "Look, this is clairvoyance, if I tie him to this rifle, won't I be able to see far and shoot accurately?" ā€

"Xiao Fan, ......"

"Huh?"

"It's good to have ideas, but this time you're thinking too simply. Don't talk about such stupid things in the future, try it yourself, and show it off after you try it and it works. ā€

The telescope is used as a scope, this is a broken idea, who is fooling?