The silver was available, and the construction of the 100 acres of thin fields in the south of Luoyang City also started. Wine shops, tea houses, casinos, green houses, hunting grounds, and shopping centers have been established one by one, and there are both high-end clubs and civilian consumption and entertainment. For a time, the commoners and wealthy people in Luoyang City flocked to Luoyang, and people in the prefectures, counties and counties outside Luoyang City also heard the news. Jia Yifan is lazy to manage, everything is taken care of by Cong and Wang Yan, and he is also idle.

In contrast, the clubhouse in Luoyang City is cold, and everything is scarce and expensive, especially not enough. Jiang Yongshan and Jia Shang were not depressed.

Although Yu Cong's personality is ever-changing, he is also a loyal person, Jia Yifan is naturally relieved, although Yu Cong regards money as dung, but Jia Yifan still gave Yu Cong 30% of the shares, Wang Yan got 30%, he left 30%, and the last 10% was given to Xue Bai.

Cui's wanted to squeeze out the second room, but he didn't expect to fulfill Jia Yifan, although Cui's was depressed, he was helpless.

Jia Yifan chose a secluded place and built a farmhouse, the stream in front of the farmhouse is clear, the wind blows the bamboo forest behind the farmhouse, the mountains are full of flowers, the houses in the farmhouse are in order, the vegetable furrows are green, the fruit trees are shady, and the chickens and dogs are barking. It's quiet and peaceful, secluded and like a paradise. Jia Yifan likes to sit in the small courtyard surrounded by a fence in the evening, watching the smoke curling and watching the afterglow of the sunset sprinkle on the dining table in the small courtyard.

Wang Tianhan and his wife, Yu Cong's parents, wife and children also moved to live in the small courtyard, away from the hustle and bustle of Luoyang City, the small courtyard seemed leisurely and quiet, but the Wang family was reluctant to move out, always felt that it was out of the ordinary, Yun Qi had no choice but to accompany her mother in Jiangluo Xuan. But with Wang Tianhan and others in the small courtyard, they don't feel lonely.

"The birthday of a hundred flowers is a good day, and it is not half of the spring of flowers; Thousands of purples and thousands of reds are draped in splendor, and Shang Lao is embellished with the god of flowers. "On the twelfth day of the second month of the lunar calendar, the Flower Dynasty Festival, the birthday of the Hundred Flowers.

In Luoyang, whether it is a dignitary or a common person, on the day of the Flower Dynasty Festival, they have to travel wild, pick themselves on wild vegetables, and taste the freshness.

Farmers are more to the sun of flowers, divination of the year's harvest, legend has it that the god of flowers is in charge of the spring planting and summer cultivation of plants, so farmers are more enshrined.

The Flower Dynasty Festival is the favorite of the young ladies, worshipping the god of flowers, appreciating the red fluttering butterflies, making flower cakes, and the Flower Dynasty Festival can be called the Daughter's Festival.

This year, the best place for the ladies of Jiafu to go to the Flower Dynasty Festival is naturally Jia Yifan's small courtyard, for this Flower Dynasty Festival, Jia Yifan specially built a flower temple not far from the small courtyard.

Jia Yifan made an appointment with Yun Qi, Yun Fei, Yun Duo, Tianyou, Tianci, Wang Yan to come, although Jia Taifu Ding was worried about it for more than a year, but the ancestor did not control it, Taifu Mansion has been doing too many bad things recently, and the ancestor also wants to relieve his inner worries.

Jia Yifan also went to the Luguo Mansion to invite Yunsheng, but was rejected by the people in the mansion, saying that his wife was unwell, and Jia Yifan was helpless.

The ancestor is coming, and the Wang family, the Cui family, the Sun family, and Ren Xiaohong naturally want to accompany him. The car that picked up the ladies of Jiafu lined up in a long line.

The statue of the god of flowers is enshrined in the temple of flowers, and offerings are set up in the temple to wish the gods a jubilee. Everyone sacrificed to the god of flowers, and the ancestor spoke: "You young people have different pleasures from us, and you don't need to accompany us to play your own games." Everyone was eager to do this, and they were overjoyed.

Clouds and clouds pick flowers and flutter butterflies, Yun Qi and Wang Yan cut paper tied to flower trees, Wang and Sun dig wild vegetables, Ren Xiaohong makes flower cakes, and Cui accompanies the ancestors to play.

For a while, the courtyard was not lively inside and outside.

Xiang Wan and a group of people gathered in the small courtyard, the ancestor was still unsatisfied, and proposed to carry out a flower order, although he could not drink alcohol during the Ding worry, he could drink tea.

Ren Xiaohong liked to be lively and hurriedly echoed: "The best!" Best. Then Ren Xiaohong talked about the rules of the Flying Flower Order.

"The old ancestor starts first." Sun handed the ancestor a cup of tea: "If you give orders to the ancestors, you will lose in the end." ”

"Spending near a high-rise building hurts the hearts of customers." The ancestor picked up a piece of flower cake: "My flower fell on the first word." ”

"The season of falling flowers is the king". Cui sat down at the head of the old ancestor and then gave the order.

"Spring River Flowers Towards the Autumn Moon Night" Wang looked at Sun after speaking, and said, "It's your turn." ”

"The peach blossoms on the human face are red", Sun smiled: "I still came up with this sentence for a long time." ”

"I don't have any pen and ink on my chest, so I'd better drink tea." Ren Xiaohong smiled shyly and took a sip of tea.

"Yunqi, you go on." The ancestor nodded.

Yun Qi thought for a moment and said, "I don't know if the water splashes first."

"When you go out, you are all looking at flowers," Yun Fei hurriedly said.

"Deep Alley Ming Dynasty Selling Apricot Blossoms" Yunduo is young, but he also reads poetry and books.

After the first round was completed, the ancestor said: "Bao'er, you start the next round." ”

Jia Yifan thought for a long time and held back a sentence: "Flowers move towards the moon and the night of spring." ”

"Brother Bao wants to marry a daughter-in-law, and he is not ashamed!" Yun Fei shaved his face with his hands and laughed at Jia Yifan.

The crowd burst into laughter.