After lunch, Luo Fengtang helped Uncle Geng sweep the yard in the yard and chop wood.

chatted with the old Uncle Geng.

Yang Ruoqing locked herself in the house.

Take out the pen and paper that you have with you, and lie down there to write and draw.

From time to time, the scalp squeaks.

From time to time, he bit the tip of the pen and made a contemplative gesture.

Luo Fengtang finished chopping firewood, and when he entered the house, he saw her holding her cheeks, frowning.

It's like I'm racking my brain to think about something.

"Qing'er, what are you drawing?"

He asked, and walked over to this side.

"Don't look at it!"

She came back to her senses and quickly stretched out her hands to block the paper.

At a glance, Luo Fengtang only saw a long strip of paper drawn on the paper, similar to a 'dragon bone'.

"Okay, okay, I just don't look at it."

He smiled helplessly and handed over the tea bowl in his hand.

"You've been drawing for so long, aren't you? Take a sip of tea and take a break. He said.

She grinned and took another piece of paper covered with the drawing, before getting up to take his tea and take a few sips.

"Qing'er, do we really want to go to the owner's house for dinner at night?"

Luo Fengtang asked.

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "People are really invited, we definitely want to go, not to mention, we came here this time to answer him."

”

Luo Fengtang said: "Hmm." ”

"Then what gifts should we bring with us? Is it the one you brought from the carriage? He asked again.

Before coming over, the two of them deliberately purchased some gifts that could be put on the table in the county.

At this moment, Yang Ruoqing groaned for a while, but shook her head.

"Today, I saw the owner of Zuo Zhuang, and the gifts we brought here are out of place." She said.

"Huh?"

Luo Fengtang was surprised.

The gifts that have been purchased for so much money are not timely, is it difficult to visit empty-handed?

That's not polite!

At the moment when he was puzzled, Yang Ruoqing spoke again.

"Of course I won't go empty-handed," she said.

"Gifts, I'm ready."

"Where?" He asked.

She turned to the side and glanced at the paper on the table.

"What? It? He was amazed.

Yang Ruoqing hooked her lips and smiled.

"When giving gifts, you don't care about the weight of the gift, the key is to do what you like."

She explained.

She has confidence.

The things on the paper she painted, in the eyes of other landlords and old wealth, were just a piece of waste paper that was too rough to wipe her buttocks.

But the owner of the left village, definitely like it!

Everything, wait and see.

It's finally nighttime.

The owner of Zuo Zhuang sent a long-term worker in the family to invite Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang over.

Old Geng Bo was also invited.

A few people went to the house of the owner of the left village together.

The house of the owner of the left village is a two-entry courtyard.

The white walls and green tiles, and the high horse-head wall, follow the typical Hui architectural style in this area of Wanghai County.

Several people went into the courtyard.

The yard is simple and rustic, typical of a farmhouse compound.

It's just a lot more spacious than other people's homes.

In the yard, camphor trees are planted to prevent insects and moisture.

In the night breeze of late spring, the fragrance of the camphor tree is refreshing and makes people feel intoxicated.

The front hall was lit up, and the owner of the left village was standing at the door of the hall.

Seeing the old Geng Bo and a few people coming, the owner of Zuo Zhuang greeted him with a smile.

"Brother Luo, Miss Yang, please come to the house."

With the lights in the house, Yang Ruoqing saw that the owner of the left village had changed his clothes.

The light blue robe outlines his tall figure.

The black hair was pulled up, revealing a full heavenly court.

Sword eyebrows and starry eyes, the bridge of the nose is straight and high, and the eyes are blazing.

Xu had just bathed, and the smell of earth on his body washed away, and a fresh feeling emanated from all over his body.

retracted his gaze and followed Luo Fengtang and Old Geng Bo into the hall.

The hall in front of you is spacious and bright.

When you enter the door, you will see a portrait hanging in the middle of the hall.

It's not an old birthday star, nor is it an auspicious landscape painting.

It is a portrait of an old man with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and his eyebrows fall to the ground.

On both sides of the portrait, couplets are inscribed.

'The rules endure forever as the ancestors of craftsmen,

KitKat but by the artist. ’

Horizontal batch: square and straight.

Underneath the portrait is a long table with offerings and incense burning.

Yang Ruoqing pondered the meaning of this couplet, and guessed that this portrait should be enshrined by the ancestor of carpentry in this era, right?

Luban?

I don't know.

This world is somewhat similar to ancient China, but there are some differences.

On the side of the long table is a table of eight immortals, and a carved chair with a back around the table of eight immortals.

It doesn't matter if it's the polishing of the corners of the table or the intricate carvings of flowers, birds, insects and fish on the back of the chair.

Even a wooden stand for candles on the table......

All of them made her experience the charm of woodworking carving.

The owner of the left village beckoned everyone to take a seat, and the long-term worker of the family made tea.

Then he drank tea with Luo Fengtang and Uncle Geng there.

Yang Ruoqing turned her head, and her novel gaze couldn't help but sweep over the furniture.

It wasn't until Luo Fengtang lightly touched her elbow that she came back to her senses.

Only then did she find that everyone's eyes fell on her.

"Qing'er, the owner of the left village is asking you." Luo Fengtang reminded softly.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned, looked at the owner of the left village, and smiled.

"I'm sorry, I was busy admiring the home furnishings of the owner's house, and I didn't hear the owner's words clearly, could you please repeat it?"

She said truthfully.

The owner of the left village was slightly stunned.

Obviously, it was a bit of a surprise for her generous reaction.

The owner of Zuo Zhuang immediately smiled, and then said from the previous words: "The two of you have come all the way this time, there must be something to discuss. ”

"My Zuo Junmo is a straightforward character, what's the matter with the two of you, but it doesn't hurt to say it."

"But as long as I can, I will not refuse." He said.

Luo Fengtang habitually gave up the right to speak to Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled, and said to Zuo Junmo: "Master Zuo Zhuang is a refreshing person, we admire!" ”

"Don't hide it from the owner of the Zuo Village, we have come all the way here, and we do have something to ask for."

"The owner of the left village is refreshing, and we are not people who don't know etiquette."

"This is our gift to the owner of the left village, please take a look at the owner of the left village first."

"The owner of the left village is satisfied, let's move on. How is it? Yang Ruoqing asked.

Zuo Junmo was stunned again.

He always thought that this little girl with clear eyebrows was a little follower brought over by Brother Luo.

Only then did I understand that it turned out that it was this little girl who was talking about things!

Zuo Junmo's eyes narrowed slightly.

This little girl is down-to-earth and generous, not timid at all.

Speak clearly, with retreats and advances. It seems that it is a little different from those little girls of the same age in the village.

At the moment when Zuo Junmo was stunned, Yang Ruoqing had already gotten up.

Both hands brought a thin piece of paper to him.

Zuo Junmo suppressed the speculation in his heart, glanced at Yang Ruoqing again, and then reached out to take the paper.

With the light on the side, he took it apart, and his eyes fell on the paper......