"The desolate White Horse City is in the flute, and I dream of counting six bridges in the West Lake. Who will see the best country? The sound of the waves angrily broke the tide of Zhejiang. ”

Although there are many differences between the West Lake and other seasons in autumn, there is one thing in common, that is, they are all beautiful.

The poem was written by a man in his thirties, who looked very good in spirit, despite his short dress, and was flanked by a bookkeeper and a long-term attendant.

"Shopkeeper, this poem is well written, what a 'who can see the country?' The sound of the waves angrily broke the tide of Zhejiang'ah! After listening to the poem chanted by the middle-aged man, the bookkeeper on the side high-fived and praised.

"Brother Taichong, I didn't write this poem, I can't write such a wonderful sentence. Brother Taichong, we have seen the West Lake today, and we will go back to Nanjing tomorrow, and we have gained a lot from this research. The southern provinces have not been destroyed by the war, and the government has implemented new policies for several years, but there are still many problems, and we will have to work hard to solve them when we go back. ”

It was Luo Jian who spoke, and after leaving Qingxi Town, the group went directly to the former Luwang Grange.

At the beginning, the government took back more than 100,000 acres of land from King Lu and distributed it to the landless peasants, but the way it was adopted was the contract system of Luo Jian's era, and the first phase of the contract was signed for 30 years, and the 30 years allowed these farmers to regard these lands as their own, which greatly stimulated the farmers' enthusiasm for growing grain, coupled with the trial of chemical fertilizers in these areas, which made the farmers on these lands become the first to solve the problem of food and clothing.

The good situation seen from Luwang Grange made Luo Jian temporarily forget the many problems that existed in front of him, and Shi Kefa had already sent a telegram to Hangzhou, saying that there was something important for Luo Jian to rush back to Nanjing as soon as possible. The telegram didn't say anything important. Luo Jian estimated that it would not be particularly important. Luo Jian, who had never been to West Lake in two time and space, decided to take a day to visit West Lake no matter what.

Although the West Lake in October is not full of people, but there are still a lot of tourists, today's weather is a good day for talented and beautiful people to travel in autumn, so most of the tourists are those who wear long shirts and hold a folding fan in their hands, and the others are some of the ladies with the maid and the maid.

Hangzhou is the closest big city to Nanjing, and various customs are also the most affected by Nanjing. Let's take hair, for example. Although the Nanjing government did not issue any "hair shaving orders" like the Manchu court, most of the big men in Nanjing had their hair cut short.

Everyone has been arguing about this matter for a long time in the newspapers, and the conservatives must have moved out of the old adage such as "the body is skinned, the parents who receive it, dare not destroy it, and the beginning of filial piety" to talk about things, and the reformists from the perspective of convenience and hygiene. After arguing for a long time, no one could get the upper hand, but there were more and more people cutting short hair in Nanjing. Of course, the soldiers started with short haircuts, and later most of the factory workers also cut their hair short.

Now everyone in Nanjing City sees people still wearing long shirts with their hair in a bun. Regardless of age, everyone will definitely point to and say "old master". The old master mentioned here does not mean respect, it basically means that these people are stubborn and old-fashioned.

It's just that the scholars have short hair and then wear long shirts, but it is a bit nondescript, Luo Jian and Huang Zongxi saw most of the readers in the West Lake today are wearing long shirts, but many of them have short hair, which looks quite weird.

Luo Jian and Huang Zongxi chatted while walking, and after a while, they stumbled to the Su Causeway, which had not yet entered late autumn, and the weeping willows on the Su Causeway were still green, and the verdant eyes made people feel quiet from the bottom of their hearts.

"It rains and clears in Phoenix Mountain, the water and wind are clear, and the sunset is bright. A hibiscus, blooming over Shang Yingying. Where to fly the double egrets, if you want to, Mu Huanting. Suddenly, I heard that the river was making a mourning kite, bitter and affectionate, who to send! The smoke gathers and the clouds are harvested, and it is Xiangling according to the contract. If you want to wait for the end of the song to ask for it, no one will be seen, and the peaks will be green. ”

Several scholars in long robes gathered under a willow tree, and one of them chanted poetry aloud.

"Brother Taichong, this is Su Dongpo's sentence, right? Mr. Dongpo served as the prefect of Hangzhou, and although his political achievements were average, he left such a beautiful view for the West Lake, which can be regarded as a benefit to the people of Hangzhou. Luo Jian said to Huang Zongxi with a smile.

"The shopkeeper is doing them a blessing, right? What good is it for the people? Huang Zongxi pointed to the scholar in front of him and said with a smile.

"Hehe, Mr. Taichong, isn't the beautiful scenery of West Lake a resource, everyone comes here to play, it plays a great role in the economic development of Hangzhou, and you will be able to see it in a few years." Luo Jian said that it must be difficult for Huang Zongxi to understand the role of tourism in the economy.

Seeing that Huang Zongxi was in thought, Luo Jian knew that he couldn't understand it for a while, so he changed the topic with a smile, "Although Mr. Dongpo is a poet, and his poems also have the sentence 'Ten years of life and death', but his 'Spring Niang for White Horse' is really a bit angry!" ”

Luo Jian's "Chunniang for a white horse" here refers to Su Shi's friend who came to see him, fell in love with his concubine Chunniang, and wanted to exchange the white horse for her, Su Shi actually agreed, Chunniang had a strong temperament, but she resolutely refused to obey, and died on the tree.

"This gentleman is invited, Mr. Dongpo attaches great importance to friendship, and it is a beautiful talk for Shilin to give a beautiful gift, how can it make people angry?"

Before Huang Zongxi could speak, a scholar next to him came over with a folding fan and said to Luo Jian.

"Beautiful talk? If it's a gift of beloved objects, it's not a bad thing, but have you ever thought about it, Chun Niang is a living person, she is not an object! Hearing the scholar say this, Luo Jian was a little angry.

"What is the difference between a handmaiden and a plaything? This gentleman is too cheesy, isn't he? The scholar shook his head and said.

Luo Jian shook his head, not wanting to argue with him anymore, and was about to walk away, when a burst of exclamations suddenly came from the front, "Someone jumped into the lake!" ”

When Luo Jian heard this, he hurriedly ran to the front, and saw a woman on the lake still struggling, and she was about to sink into the water.

"Lock the pillar, save people!" Luo Jian shouted at the lock post that followed.

Luo Jian himself is a person who doesn't know how to swim, Luo Jian's previous army was in Tibet, where there was no way to learn to swim, and after ten years, the things learned in a few swimming lessons in the military academy have long been forgotten.

The lock pillar ran forward in a few steps. While running, he handed over the burden on his back to Huang Zongxi. He took out a revolver from his arms and handed it to Luo Jian. Then he jumped into the lake.

Luo Jian looked at the lake nervously, the woman who jumped into the water had sunk into the water, fortunately, the water of the West Lake was clear enough, the woman's red clothes were still eye-catching in the water, and the lock pillar was swimming there.

The wateriness of the lock post is really good, and after a while, he swam towards the shore with the woman, and Zhang Long has already taken two guards to meet on the shore and lift the woman up from the water. The lock pillar climbed ashore as well.

Luo Jian stepped forward to take a look, the woman who dived looked like a girl, and her age was sixteen or seventeen years old. Luo Jian stretched out his hand to probe in front of the girl's nose, the girl was no longer breathing, and when she opened the girl's eyes again, her pupils did not spread.

"It's a pity to be such a beautiful woman!" The scholar who was arguing with Luo Jian just now squeezed to the front to take a look, shook his head and said. Many people next to him chimed in.

"Zhang Long, save people!" Luo Jian ignored the surrounding voices. shouted to Zhang Long.

"Shopkeeper, this..."Zhang Long rubbed his hands and said in embarrassment.

"What's wrong? Haven't you learned first aid for drowning? Luo Jian asked with a glare.

"Yes, she has learned, but she is a woman." Zhang Long said.

"Where is all this nonsense, save people, come and hold her to my lap." When Luo Jian heard that Zhang Long was actually for this, he said a little angrily.

Zhang Long picked up the girl and put her on Luo Jian's lap, which is called pouring water. The girl poured a lot of water out of her mouth, but she still didn't breathe at all.

"Zhang Long, take off your clothes." Luo Jian laid the girl flat on the grass and yelled at Zhang Long anxiously.

"Shopkeeper, this..."Zhang Long looked around in embarrassment.

"Take your coat off." Luo Jian saw Zhang Long's dilemma, and roared angrily.

"Oh, oh, shopkeeper, I heard you." Zhang Long thought he was going to take off the girl's clothes just now, but when he heard Luo Jian's roar, he quickly took off his coat.

Luo Jian folded Zhang Long's coat a few times, pressed it on the girl's heart, and then began to press for cardiac resuscitation.

"Men and women don't kiss, this... What is this system? The scholar who spoke just now pointed at Luo Jian with the folding fan in his hand and said.

"Alas, this brother, everyone is already dead, why bother?" A middle-aged man next to him also sighed and said.

Luo Jian didn't care what people said, and only did a heart-to-chest heart massage wholeheartedly, when suddenly there was a sound in the girl's throat, Luo Jian was overjoyed, and his fist smashed the girl's heart. The girl coughed violently and spit out some water, and Luo Jian knew that the girl had been saved.

"Lived, lived! It's really lifesaving! The person next to him let out a burst of exclamation.

Luo Jian knew that the girl had not been in the water for a long time, otherwise I was afraid that she would have to do artificial respiration, and if she really had to do artificial respiration, she didn't know what these people were talking about.

"Isn't this the Yahuan Chunxiang of the Qian Ju family? It was fine two days ago, why did you throw it into the water today? "Someone next to me had already recognized the girl.

"Hurry up and inform her family." Luo Jian said to the crowd of onlookers, someone ran out quickly, probably to call someone, and two girls who looked like girls came over next to them and helped the girl lying on the ground to sit on the grass.

"Where am I? Why save me, let me die? The girl opened her eyes and looked around, knowing that she was not dead, and said with a sad face.

"This girl, if there is anything you can't think of, you have to die, if you have any grievances, our shopkeeper will call the shots for you." The lock post, who had already changed his clothes, heard the girl say this, and leaned in to persuade him.

"You just brag, you don't know who Qian Juren is, right? Can you be the master of the shopkeeper? The taxi with the folding fan said next to him.

When the onlookers heard the scholar say this, they began to talk about it.

"I heard that Qian Juren wants to take this girl into the room, I'm afraid that this girl is unwilling, so I can't think of throwing water, right?"

"This money is more than fifty years, why is it still so romantic?"

"Get out of the way, get out of the way." Just when everyone was talking, four or five people came from outside the crowd, the first one was in his fifties, with a four-cornered scarf on his head, wearing a blue gown, not tall, and he didn't look like he had a few taels of flesh all over his body, and he walked staggeringly.

"It's Qian Juren." Someone in the crowd of onlookers said.

"You don't know how to lift a, if you want to die, it's better to die, it's a big deal, master, I spent hundreds of dollars, and now if you don't die, let me have to put a lot of thought into it." Qian Juren stepped forward to look at Chunxiang who was sitting on the ground, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he pointed at Chunxiang and said. (To be continued.) )