"Oh? Soil master, tell me what the cross grass pavilion is. What does it have to do with Ruyang? When Lord Wei saw Xin'er or knew the emperor's deep meaning, he was secretly happy in his heart, but his face was as usual.

Wu Mingzhe and Mu Hanqing also didn't know what Xin'er meant, and they were waiting to hear her explain.

Xin'er paused for a moment, thought of the wording, and then spoke: "Before my father died, I heard his old man mention a kind of grass pavilion, the top of which is cross-shaped, and the locals in Ruyang call it 'cross grass pavilion'. In his early years, my father went to Ruyang to travel for more than a month, and when he saw the grass pavilion, he couldn't forget it. It's just that the top of this pavilion is made of grass, and Yunning City has always been rich, and no such pavilion can be seen. ”

Hearing Xin'er's explanation, Master Wei touched his big mole and said with a smile: "That's it." After listening to the explanation of the landlord, the old man understood the emperor's holy will. The emperor once went to Ruyang with the first emperor, and he must still remember the local 'cross pavilion', so I asked me to refer to the style of the cross pavilion when I rebuilt this Fucui Pavilion. What the landlord said is very true. ”

Xin'er listened to the praise, but she was not pleased, but her thick eyebrows furrowed and she stopped speaking. She circled around the stone platform where the pavilion had not been burned.

Although Mu Hanqing had never seen the Cross Pavilion in person, after listening to Xin'er's speech, he could also come up with the style of the top of the pavilion. In this compartment, he also made a mistake, and went around in the opposite direction with Xin'er. The eyes of the two were all fixed on the stone platform, and they didn't care about anything else, and before Lord Wei could dissuade them, the two bumped into one place.

"Oops!" Xin'er rubbed her red forehead and stopped. Mu Hanqing's shoulder was also hit and hurt, but he had to hold it and didn't dare to make a sound.

Wu Mingzhe didn't understand what the two meant, so he stood on the spot and stomped his feet: "You two stop quickly!" Speaking of the pavilion, what are you two doing with the stone platform? Hurry back to Lord Wei. ”

Xin'er walked up to Lord Wei with her head half-tilted, and before Lord Wei could speak, she said, "Lord Wei, I'm afraid it's not appropriate to build a cross grass pavilion here." ”

"Since we know the emperor's deep meaning, what's wrong?"

In order to solve Lord Wei's doubts, Mu Hanqing folded a wicker stick, squatted on the soil and played a painting for Lord Wei: "Lord Wei, although the villain has never seen the Cross Grass Pavilion, he has heard what the soil owner said, and he feels that the top of this pavilion should be like this. Mu Hanqing drew a double-way cross shape on the ground with a few strokes.

"Master of the soil, I don't know if I'm right?" Mu Hanqing raised his face and asked. He knows very well the importance of construction, no matter how much he wants to alienate Xin'er, he can't implement it at this moment, he must work with Xin'er to push it. Renovation of Fucui Pavilion.

"That's exactly what it looks like."

After Xin'er finished answering, Lord Wei knew what the two of them were worried about: "The old man understands that the Fucui Pavilion was originally a square stone platform, and it was time-consuming and laborious to dismantle and re-erect. But this stone platform is a little smaller, if it is built in this shape, I am afraid that there will be no people sitting in the pavilion. ”

Xin'er and Mu Hanqing said in unison: "That's right! ”

"In this case, you wait until today to go back first, and at the end of tomorrow, the old man will come to this pavilion to see if you can have a workaround."

After Lord Wei said that, Mu Hanqing and Xin'er would understand, and they each said goodbye and went home to study. Only Ya Mingzhe has not yet understood. After the three of them dispersed, Wu Mingzhe also circled twice, but only found that a dragon cypress next to him was broken from the bottom by lightning, and the other doorways still didn't see a bit.

When she returned to Tu's house, Xiangxiu had already set up the dishes and chopsticks, and Mrs. Tu and Tu Xingmao were waiting for Xin'er to eat. Xin'er thought about the cross pavilion, and she didn't want to eat anything, but she was afraid that Mrs. Tu would worry, so she sat down with a smile, and barely ate two bites of raw bamboo shoots, and didn't even eat a few bites of her favorite sauce beef, but just silently accompanied the Tujia mother and son, and took two mouthfuls of rice.

In these days at Tujia's house, no matter how tired Hong Xin'er is, she has to talk to Mrs. Tu after dinner, and by the way, she helps Mrs. Tu press her head to relieve her headache. After dinner that day, Hong Xin'er looked thoughtful and went directly to her room.

Seeing that Xin'er was abnormal, Mrs. Tu arranged for her youngest son Wen Shu, so she took a plate of refreshments and went into Xin'er's house.

Xin'er was looking through a thin book in the boudoir, and there were still four or five open books scattered on the table, and she didn't know what she was looking at. Hearing someone coming in, Xin'er put down the book and got up to help Mrs. Tu to the couch.

"Xin'er, you don't have much for dinner, I got you some snacks, eat a little bit. It's tiring to work in the Ministry of Industry, but you have to be careful about yourself. But what's going on? ”

Hong Xin'er dragged a piece of tea and took a bite: "Master, thank you." I didn't want to worry you, but I didn't escape your eyes. There is one thing, Xin'er wants to ask the teacher's mother. ”

"But it doesn't hurt to say it."

Xin'er didn't eat anything for dinner, and she was busy for a long time at this time, and she was really hungry, so she chewed the cake twice and swallowed it, and then took a sip of tea, which was slightly better.

"Master, do you know where the notes of Master's trip to Ruyang are placed? I don't know a thing, and I want to see a thing or two. ”

When Mrs. Tu heard her, she stood up: "Your master's notebooks are all kept in my room, don't worry, I'll take them for you." ”

Before Xin'er thanked her, Mrs. Tu walked out quickly. After a while, Xiangxiu came to Xin'er with a crab shell blue cloth bag in her hand: "Xin'er, this is what Mrs. asked me to give you." You take care of yourself, don't look too late, you have to run an errand tomorrow. ”

"Don't worry, Sister Xiangxiu, I have my own plans." Xin'er sent Xiangxiu away with a smile, sat down at the table alone, and opened the cloth bag. All five notebooks were contained in the cloth bag. She flipped through it, and the third volume remembered the scenery of Ruyang.

Speaking of which, Tuhong is unruly on weekdays, and outsiders say that he is unruly and rough. But when it comes to gardening, Tuhong has never relaxed. Whenever he travels to other places, Tuhong must record the local scenery, folk gardens, and all kinds of flowers and plants. The matter of Tu Hongji's handwritten notes is known only to Mrs. Tu and her own children. Xin'er is also half a daughter, so she naturally knows it.

Xin'er quickly turned a few pages, and sure enough, she saw the Ruyang Cross Pavilion painted by Tuhong. But this pavilion is just like what Tuhong and Xin'er said, and the roof of the pavilion is made of grass. Tuhong also noted the reason why the roof of this type of pavilion was made of grass, but because the bends were not eased, and the glazed tiles could not transition at the bends.

It's hard for Xin'er. Even if the emperor wants a cross grass pavilion, this pavilion is in the imperial garden, and it is not really good to build it with grass, and it must be replaced with glazed tiles. The stone platform is so narrow, how to arrange the pillar points, and make the pavilion usable, is also a problem.

Thinking about it, Xin'er's fatigue prevailed, and she fell asleep on the table. When she woke up again, Xiangxiu had already come to urge her to have breakfast, Xin'er was about to stand up, and a heavy fur cloak slipped to the ground: "Sister Xiangxiu..."

Xin'er thought back to last night, but didn't remember that she also approved the cloak, looking at that style, thinking that it was only Mrs. Tu, she folded the cloak and handed it to Xiangxiu: "Sister Xiangxiu, Mrs. She..."

Xiangxiu took the cloak and smiled: "Madame saw that you were tired, and she was afraid that you would catch a cold while reading, so she placed the little master last night and came to your room again." She took me to do it. Xiangxiu pointed to the brazier again.

After listening to Xin'er, her heart was warmer than her body. But thinking that the matter of the Cross Pavilion had not yet been resolved, she hurriedly had breakfast, and went to the stone platform of the Fucui Pavilion early to find a way.

No, when Xin'er arrived, Mu Hanqing had already checked there. In the past two days, the spring cold has been very tight, Mu Hanqing retracted his hand into the sleeve of his jacket, trembling and swishing around the stone platform, from time to time he breathed a sigh and stomped his feet twice, it seemed that he had been here for a long time.

Xin'er glanced at it, the craftsmen had not yet reached the time to go to work, and there was no one around at the moment, and it was a good time for her to stretch her black feet behind her back. She moved her steps cautiously, without making a sound, and quietly approached Mu Hanqing. Just as Xin'er raised her feet and was about to kick Mu Hanqing's back, Mu Hanqing suddenly turned around and said: "Master Tu, what's wrong with you..." Mu Hanqing tilted her head to see that Hong Xin'er was dangling with one foot in the air and standing on the ground with one foot, not knowing what she was going to do.

Xin'er couldn't kick people, and was scared by Mu Hanqing again, almost tearing off the hakama vigorously. The frozen foot was a little high, she hadn't climbed the tree for many days, and her muscles and bones were a little weak, she only felt a pain and numbness coming up, but she still had to hold back her foot: "Master Mu is fine, I..." Xin'er really didn't know how to make it up, and suddenly remembered the rhetoric of the Tuhong Club martial arts choreographed before, and pretended to push down his hand left and right: "I'm practicing boxing, I just practiced to the white crane's wings, I didn't get the essentials, my legs were raised higher, abrupt, and I laughed and laughed." I also ask the wood master not to spread what he saw today. ”

Mu Hanqing arched his hand: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, the soil owner is good for the body, and it is also the luck of my Ministry of Industry, no wonder you and I and other men can work together." The family is deeply educated. It was about Mu Hanqing who wanted to show that he would not talk nonsense, and he also bent down to pick up a dry branch, and folded it away from the middle with both hands: "If I say it, it will be like this, and the owner of the soil can be relieved." ”

Hong Xin'er didn't know whether to say that he was a gentleman and difficult to chase, or that he was making a big fuss. In one sentence, don't you need to swear by such a curse? Even if he is like this, Hong Xin'er will not give up the bottom of the Chamu family, why bother?

Xin'er's eyes fell to the ground along with the two branches, "The soil master, the soil master, are you talking?" Do you not believe me if I swear by such a curse? ”

Xin'er didn't listen to Mu Hanqing's words, she stared at the crack in the branch, and something flashed in her mind. Before he could answer to Mu Hanqing, he ran to the back hall. Mu Hanqing shook his head and sighed, it was not easy to chase anymore, and he circled around the stone platform a few times.

Before the end, Xin'er took a boundary painting and came to the stone platform again. Master Wei was already waiting for her with Mu and Wu.

"Lord Wei, this cross pavilion, can I wait for it to be rebuilt like this?" Xin'er handed over the boundary painting whose ink had not yet dried.

The three of them looked intently at the boundary painting, the cross shape on the paper was cut off by the waist, and the system of three separate rooms was adopted, and the middle room was deliberately enlarged by Xin'er, and the matching rooms on both sides were only allowed to pass through.

"This..."Lord Wei pointed to the top of the pavilion: "I know that you cut half of it in order to expand the available land, this thing is feasible, and when you look at it from the front, it is no different from the cross pavilion you are talking about, but why do you want to stand in separate rooms?" ”

"Yes, yes, can't you even be in one place?" Ya Mingzhe also added.

Mu Hanqing didn't make a sound, and after a long time, he held back a sentence: "Never!" ”