In ancient times, the system of strict separation of the fang market was implemented, one was for the purpose of defense, and the other was the need for market management, but with the increase of population and the expansion of the demand for commodity exchange, the closed market system of time-limited trading could not adapt to the development of the city, and it had been abandoned in the Middle and Tang Dynasty.

Even now, in some markets like Chang'an and Luoyang, there is also a phenomenon of day and night noise, and the lights are endless, maybe Yangzhou City also has it, but no one told him, Han Rui secretly doubted, and did not ask again, and walked to the end of the bluestone street in a moment, in front of the square gate, there were indeed soldiers guarding.

It can be seen that Qian Xu is also quite famous in the community, and before he got closer, several military servants greeted him with smiling faces, bowed slightly, and asked routinely: "Qian Lang led the crowd to travel, what is the matter?" ”

"Send my nephew home." Qian Xu replied, waving his hand for the slave to put down the gift box and carry the burden, and let the soldiers inspect it.

After looking at it casually, he didn't move much to rummage, so the military service let the way go, walked the Fangmen, and walked along the neatly built streets for a while, Han Rui understood why the waterways in Yangzhou City were criss-crossed.

The winding alley paved with bluestone slabs, next to a simple and exquisite stone bridge, is the house with the white wall of Wuwa, which is full of déjà vu in the simplicity, and below it is the vertical and horizontal crossing, clear and narrow water lane, reflecting the crooked bridge on the street, the bluestone path, the simple and elegant house, and there are three or two fishermen in clothes in the distance swinging the boat, constituting a delicate and elegant, full of charm of the Jiangnan ink painting.

The snow-white walls, the jet-black boats, and the turquoise river, these pictures were only seen in movies and TV series before, but now they are in it, and the taste is difficult to describe, anyway, Han Rui thinks that if it is raining lightly in the sky at this time, and then he meets a beautiful woman holding an oil-paper umbrella and being gentle and sad like a lilac, then it will be even more perfect.

"Boatman!"

The call of the slave interrupted Han Rui's imagination, but he saw the twists and turns of the water alley, several Wupeng boats rocked from far and near, the oars broke the reflection in the water, stirring the river, and the turquoise river water dispersed layer by layer, and gradually closed back, forming wisps and continuous waves.

There are too many gifts, the two small boats are filled to the ground, plus the accompanying slaves, it is enough to take care of the five boats, these trivial matters do not need Han Rui's heart, Han Hui will naturally arrange it properly, and he did not imagine that he was reluctant to give up when he parted, Qian Xu was very simple, and said a few words, to come and go often, and waved goodbye on the shore.

"The guests sat down." The boatman reminded him that the wooden boat slowly moved forward with the sound of babbling.

Han Rui stood at the bow of the boat, saying goodbye to Qian Xu for a long time, his body swayed casually with the boat, in the breeze and the ripples of the boat, along the clear river, slowly swaying, shaking pieces of sparkling shadows.

The boat gradually moved away, and Qian Xu's figure became blurred, so Han Ruicai lowered his arms and quietly watched the reflection of the buildings, willows, and stone bridges in the water, leisurely admiring the scenes of authentic bridges, flowing water, and people.

In the water lane, the boat speed is slightly slower, it seems to be sliding leisurely, on the bluestone embankment, the fine willow swings lightly, the wind blows on the face, cool and gentle, a few weeping willows, with the wind between the clear water surface, the willow branches are curling, the water waves are soft, and the sparse branches are covered with smoke-like spring green.

Gradually, the boat bent forward along the zigzag waterway, Qian Xu's figure disappeared in front of him, Han Rui walked back into the cabin, and Han Hui was still sorting out the messy gift box.

Putting the silk embroidery on it to make room for Han Rui to sit cross-legged, Han Hui said with a wry smile: "As Lang Jun said, every time I do this, I don't dare to visit the Qian family next time." ”

"After Aya (father) is gone." Han Rui sighed and said: "Don't mention the uncles and brothers in the clan, for so many years, only Uncle Qian has ...... as always. ”

"Yes." Han Hui's eyes were confused, as if he was thinking: "I still remember Jiulang's benevolence and kindness, I'm afraid he is the only one." ”

"Not really." Han Rui smiled and said, "Uncle Hao is still missing someone. ”

"Who?" Han Hui was puzzled.

"Of course it's Uncle Hao himself." Han Rui said softly: "In the past few years, the Han family can be said to have internal and external troubles, and it is all supported by Uncle Hao, which is really hard. ”

Slightly stunned, Han Hui's heart was touched, slowly, smiled, smiled brightly, and was in a very comfortable mood, reaching out on Han Rui's shoulder, as if he could feel a strong and immature aura in his slender body.

"Lang Jun, you have changed." Han Hui sighed.

"People are like flowing water, they always have to change and flow." Han Rui tilted his head to look at the sparkling water, and said calmly: "Change is life, and if you don't change, you die." ”

"Good." Han Hui agreed very much, and suddenly fell silent, his eyes were not focused, and he should have recalled the past again.

Han Rui did not disturb, quietly enjoying the scenery of the water lane, rows of houses built by the water, gray tile and white walls, neat and simple houses, novel and unique stone bridges, narrow and narrow, simple and deep, bluestone paved streets and alleys, and the small river that winds back, with soft rippling clear waves, reflecting the pink walls and tiles on the bank, and the shade of green trees......

It is said that Jiangnan is good, it is a paradise on earth, and it is true, Han Rui sighed with emotion, no wonder Yang Guang, Emperor Yang of Sui, will leave me dreaming of Jiangdu, and the conquest of Liao is also an accidental verse, even if the dynasty is dumped, he will also build a new palace in Yangzhou, of course, it may be that he would rather be drunk and dream of death, than face the cruel facts.

"Qian Xu, originally a child of the Yuhang clan." Inexplicably, Han Hui spoke, and his voice was a little faint: "Back then, Du Fuwei and Fu Gongqi occupied Yuhang, and the Qian family was unwilling to be attached, but the result can be imagined, Qian Xu was lucky, and he escaped with his family, and when he came to Yangzhou, he was already penniless, and he had no relatives to take refuge into, so he couldn't survive." ”

"It's Jiulang's kindness, take them back to the manor, stay until the son is too peaceful, and take out the family to save money for him to make a living, but Qian Xu is also quite talented, with the connections left by the family, he just opened up the situation in Yangzhou, although it is not as strong as the Qian family's previous momentum, but it is also a Yangzhou Dajia and the like, and most importantly, he is also a benevolent person, he once wanted to give most of the family business to the Han family, of course, Jiulang refused."

"What is on the side of Ping's mouth is definitely not a scene, if Lang Jun has something difficult to ask him for help, even if he exhausts his family wealth, he will not hesitate at all." Han Hui's eyes regained some brilliance: "However, I still hope that Lang Jun can uphold Jiulang's admonition, if he can support himself, he still doesn't ask for help." ”

"That's nature." Han Hui said seriously.

In the end, he is old, he always likes to think back to the past, Lang Jun knows it himself, don't promote ...... indiscriminately. Smiling with relief, Han Hui said, his face suddenly changed.

"Fifteen Lang ......."

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