Zhang Yunhua seemed a little surprised when he heard Zhao Qingzhou's question, and asked rhetorically: "Qingzhou, do you know how the Yue Lake of this West Lake got its name?" Zhao Qingzhou blinked his eyes, as if he wanted to find the answer from the depths of his mind: "I haven't returned to Lin'an for a long time, and I can't remember it for a while." Su Mengtang saw Zhao Qingzhou's meditative appearance, and reminded him on the side: "Brother Qingzhou, I only say four words, you will definitely be able to remember." ”

"Oh? I would like to hear about it. Zhao Qingzhou looked at Su Mengtang when he heard this, waiting for her to say four words. Su Mengtang and Zhang Yunhua glanced at each other, and said in unison: "The sun is clear." These four words were written by Yue Fei, a famous anti-gold general in the Southern Song Dynasty, Zhao Qingzhou suddenly tilted his head back like a big realization, looked at him and said in amazement:

"It turned out that it was named after the king of E, and I only thought it was named after some nearby mountains and rivers, and I only thought about it. By the way, I remember that there is a Yue Wang Temple by the West Lake, which must also be near Yue Lake? ”

Zhang Yunhua nodded: "Exactly, there is one more thing, you may not be able to think of it." Lao Fan's home is next to the Yuehu wharf, in Yuewang Village, under the Qixia Ridge, he told us last night that several acres of thin fields in the mountains of his home were washed away by the rain, and he is talking about the Qixia Ridge adjacent to the lake, and under the Qixia Ridge, is the place where General Yue is buried. ”

Zhao Qingzhou stroked his palms and sighed: "I see, like this, with General Yue's loyal soul as a companion day and night, no wonder Lao Fan has such a liver and gallbladder, this matter is really beyond my expectations, it makes people feel happy." Zhang Yunhua picked up the water in the bowl, touched Zhao Qingzhou's bowl slightly, and said, "When I heard about this matter, I had the same reaction as you. ”

Zhao Qingzhou also picked up the water bowl, and lightly touched the bowl in Su Mengtang's hand and said: "Let's be on this boat, replace wine with water, and pay tribute to this famous anti-gold general who has left a name in history." With that, all three men lifted up the water from their bowls and drank it all. Zhang Yunhua got up again and took the kettle on the stove, and continued while refilling the water for everyone:

"I heard Lao Fan say that there are coachmen in the village who specialize in pulling people to swim in the lake and pay homage to Yuewang Temple, and the masters who drive the car are all fellow villagers of Lao Fan, who can send us to Lin'an. Zhuo Ran and they are estimated to have arrived, and they must have been arranged and on the way. Zhao Qingzhou nodded, he suddenly looked back, and asked Lao Fan in a loud voice: "Master Fan, how far is it from Yuehu Wharf?" ”

Lao Fan heard Zhao Qingzhou's question, and hurriedly replied: "A few people look ahead, the hill raised in front of you is Qixialing, and you will be there a few miles away." The three of them looked together at the outline of a blue mountain in front of them, several small peaks of Qixia Mountain were looming between the clouds and mist, the sand in front of the mountain was as flat as snow, and where it met the water, there seemed to be many small boats parked.

Perhaps because of late autumn, the water of West Lake is extremely clear, with gray aquatic plants in the water, and the fish accompanying the cruise ship are clearly visible. Looking around, the trees on the east side of the West Lake are dyed with a layer of red and yellow autumn, and the reflection of camphor and cinnamon in the water seems to connect the two fairyland together; In the west near the water, a circle of reeds and grasses grew along the sandbank, blooming thick reed flowers, blowing with the wind, thick white flocculents surging like a wave.

The endless remnants of lotus in the lake, only the dry branches and veins remain, each lotus leaf, when it first came out of the water, pointed straight and straight to ask the cangming, but it was cut by the autumn wind day after day, and then it was broken in the air and bent down. Baili West Lake, bleak with rich autumn colors, seeing such a scene, Zhao Qingzhou couldn't help but be happy. He stepped out of the cabin and stood in the wind, staring ahead.

Lao Fan saw him looking towards the Yuehu Wharf, so he said to him a little homely: "The wharf in front is the Yuehu Wharf, which can be regarded as the Yuehu Fishing Gang. Hearing this, Zhao Qingzhou walked to Lao Fan's side, sat down on the side of the boat, and asked him:

"Old man, I remember you said yesterday that this boat is rented on the dock, and since you have a fishing gang, why don't you have your own boat?" Old Fan laughed and said: "Why don't you have a boat, it's just that our boat has been used for fishing for generations, which is different from this pong boat that carries passengers." My family's boat, driven by my youngest son, goes out of the harbor every day for fishing. ”

Zhao Qingzhou nodded, only feeling that today's old Fan was very different from yesterday's old Fan who was worried about his family's livelihood. Today's Lao Fan, because he helped his benefactor solve problems, seems to be infused with a heroic spirit from head to toe, and a frank and simple charm. Thinking of this, Zhao Qingzhou inquired about the approximate location of Yuewang Temple and Lao Fan's house, and planned to visit here again in the future.

As he spoke, the boat was about to sail to the Yuehu Wharf, Zhao Qingzhou looked at it and found that there were more fishing boats crowded in front of the landing stone, and a few Qingpeng boats were crowded among the fishing boats, which looked very delicate and clean. Presumably, there must be two ships here, which were taken by Li Zhuoran and Xiang Kang just now.

Seeing that the ship was about to arrive at the shore, Zhang Yunhua and Su Mengtang also walked out of the cabin, Zhao Qingzhou had just stood up from the side of the ship, and suddenly heard Lao Fan say in his ear: "Beware, the ship is about to dock." He feared that the bow of the ship would make it unsteady to stand when it touched the rocks, so he sat back down, intending to get up when the boat was stable. Su Mengtang hurriedly smiled and comforted him: "It's okay, Brother Qingzhou, there are us." ”

Lao Fan heard Zhao Qingzhou's worries, so he stopped the oars, pulled out the penny from under his feet, went up a few times in his hand, held the upper end of the penny, and only put the bottom of the penny on the shore stone first, slowing down the speed of the boat slowly and slowly, and then stopped peacefully, and no one felt the slightest bump.

Zhao Qingzhou hurriedly got up and thanked him, and Lao Fan waved his hand and said, "It's a trivial matter." After that, he jumped onto the shore with an arrow step, tied the boat to a ship pile, Zhao Qingzhou also walked off the boat, he turned around and waited for the two people behind him, only to see Zhang Yunhua only raised his foot and lightly clicked, and jumped onto the shore. Good kung fu. Zhao Qingzhou secretly admired, but saw Zhang Yunhua stretch out a hand to Su Mengtang, who was still on the board, and wanted to pull her down.

Seeing that Su Mengtang seemed to hesitate for a moment, Zhao Qingzhou was afraid that he would disturb something because of his existence, so he hurriedly turned around and quickly chased after Lao Fan, who had already walked forward, and asked Lao Fan to guide him. Lao Fan pointed to the route, and subconsciously turned back several times, wanting to see if Zhang Yunhua and they had followed, but they were all blocked tightly by Zhao Qingzhou's shoulders, so he understood the reason and laughed, causing Zhao Qingzhou to laugh too.

So Zhao Qingzhou helped Lao Fan, Zhang Yunhua led Su Mengtang, and the four of them walked towards Lao Fan's home together.