On the third day of the third month of the lunar calendar, the Shangsi Festival.

In ancient times, there was "the second day of February, the dragon raised its head; On March 3, Xuanyuan was born".

At that time, he fled and scorched his glory.

Jinling County, Changzhou

Ten miles outside the city, there is a place, called: Qinchun Garden.

At the right time, 100,000 peach blossoms in the garden are in full bloom, and between heaven and earth, only a piece of pink can be seen, as if entering a world decorated with flowers, which is charming and intoxicating.

For several days in a row, there are many tourists, some bring their families to go out, there are literati and high-rollers who accompany each other to enjoy the scenery and compose poems, there are also children who join in the fun and play, and there are a dazzling array of street vendors who smell business opportunities......

However, somewhere in the depths of the peach forest, seven or eight men dressed as literati sat cross-legged on the ground, and a small stream beside them was gurgling, and a small porcelain bowl with blue lines on a white background was swaying with the swaying stream, waiting for the porcelain bowl to stay, and it landed right in front of a young man in blue.

The man in blue stretched out his hand to retrieve the wine glass, raised his head boldly and drank all the wine in the glass, hesitated for two breaths, slapped his thigh, and said happily: "There is!" Listen—

Quxi goes straight up the mountain and heavy stream,

Peach blossoms reflect the wind and leaves.

The altar is several feet into the sun,

The aroma of wine hides the fragrance of flowers. ”

"Good poems, good poems, Brother Wen has written chapters, raised his hand to compose poems, and is not one of the four shows in Changzhou."

"This wind is used well, and it is used wonderfully." The white-faced scholar on the opposite side gave a thumbs up.

"Wonderful, wonderful, there are flowers, mountains and wine, hahaha, it is in line with our poetic mood today!"

……

Everyone generally complimented each other, Wen Qingyi, who was called Brother Wen, politely hugged his fists, he was already quite handsome, at this moment his fair face was a lump of burgundy because of the wine, his black eyes were clear and translucent, and his eyebrows were more free and uninhibited.

In the end, the middle-aged man in the first dark clothes touched his chin and short beard, his burning eyes were half-narrowed, and he recited the poem just now in his mouth as if it was an aftertaste, and patted slowly on his knee with one hand, for a long time, with a slight hesitation in his face, and said loudly: "Yes, neat, the meaning is in place, but there is a little ...... missing."

"Missing?" Wen Qingyi's face was pale, but he was not unhappy, but humbly asked for advice.

Several people come from a folk poetry society, because of interest and friendship, the man in Xuanyi is the oldest of the people, and he is more authoritative among everyone on weekdays, and today's Peach Blossom Creek is led by him.

The man in Xuanyi twisted his beard with one hand, raised his head and glanced around, his confused expression suddenly cleared, and his eyes lit up: "People! There are flowers and wine and more scenery, how can there be less human flavor! ”

"Yes, yes, Brother Jing's words made us pause."

"I don't know if Brother Jing is good, right?"

"According to Xiaosheng, such a place far away from the hustle and bustle is originally elegant and detached from the world, if you add human flavor, you will live up to this scene and this thing."

"If you do what you say, don't we deserve this beautiful scenery?"

……

Seeing that several people almost quarreled because of their different opinions, Jingtai raised his hand and hemmed his clothes: "Hey, everyone, everyone, I only express some personal humble opinions below, it is really not worth a few disputes, Brother Wen, the foolish brother didn't deliberately pick a bone in the egg, I hope you don't mind." ”

Wen Qingyi hugged his fists at Jingtai, his eyes could see the respect for him, and he smiled heartily: "It's okay, it's just a matter of meeting friends with Wen, and disagreeing is a common thing, if you really can't listen to the good words of others, it's better to do it behind closed doors, and I believe that Brother Jing is a person." ”

Everyone else nodded, and their faces flashed with trust and reverence for Jingtai, which showed that Jingtai's status in the eyes of everyone was not low.

"Haha, Brother Wen is quick to talk, it's rare to have this kind of heart, I salute you." After that, Jingtai picked up a wine jug next to him and poured himself a whole glass of wine, without saying a word, he drank it all in one heart.

A group of men, although often because of some differences of opinion, a little dispute, but are all about the length of the article, do not add personal feelings, the literati between the exchange is in the fate, can often get together, cook wine and chant poems against each other, naturally have long understood each other, so a few glasses of wine in the stomach, just now seemed to ignite the spark instantly extinguished, still laughing and laughing, drinking and having fun.

Just as the atmosphere was reaching its climax, a voice came from behind everyone.

"Yu is late, how are you in a good mood?"

Hearing this rich and heroic voice, everyone stopped their movements and turned their heads to look, with different expressions, stunned, confused, joyful, and surprised......

Jingtai reacted the fastest, stood up from the spot with a flick of his robe, flicked the dust on his clothes, a big smile spread out at the corner of his mouth, and he arched his hand: "Brother Yu is really honored to come, it is an honor." ”

The person who came was swordsman, and a square face should have been serious, but at this time, there was a smile on his face, and there was a hint of a smile in his eyes, so the whole face softened a little, but no one could ignore the momentum between his actions and the incomparably fierce light in his black eyes.

Wen Qingyi moved a position to the side and gave up his seat to the person who came, but the person was not polite, threw down his sleeves and sat down, put his hands on his knees, glanced around, and said with a smile: "Everyone continue, I just respond to the scene." ”

"Brother Yu is late, do you have to drink three cups first?" Jingtai took a glass of wine and said with a smile.

"You have to have it." Others heckled.

was also hindered by Yu Yi's identity, so he got up and persuaded: "It's better to just have a drink." ”

Yu Yiqi waved his big hand: "Come, pour wine!" ”

"Hahaha, Brother Yu is still so happy, I will accompany you today without getting drunk or returning!"

……

The wine glass fell to the ground, the poem continued, Jingtai rested on his knee with one hand, leaned over slightly, approached Yu Yi, and lowered his voice: "Brother Yu came here today, really to participate in the wine order?" ”

"Why, you came to enjoy the flowers, and I was not allowed to come?" Yu Yikun laughed and teased.

Jingtai touched his nose: "Brother Yu, don't joke with me, no one knows that I am an idler, and Brother Yu, you, the richest man in Jinling County, Changzhou, are the first profitable cadre next to Master Murong, but you are really busy." ”

"You dare to call yourself an idler, I believe that half of the people in Changzhou are unwilling."

"Oh, and what about half of them?"

"Naturally, I want to throw rotten eggs at you."

"Hahaha~ I haven't seen you for a while, Brother Yu also likes to tell jokes."

The others heard Jingtai's laughter and wondered what the two of them were talking about, and inadvertently, they all turned their eyes.

Wen Qingyi remembered something, and suddenly said: "Hey, I heard that Master Murong is going to hold a charity sale in Changzhou in five days, I don't know if the housekeeper can do this?" ”

Yu Jiong Wei is the housekeeper of Murong Mansion, the richest man in Changzhou, of course, he is not an ordinary housekeeper, and the richest man in Changzhou is not an ordinary richest man.

Yu Yikun took a sip of the wine in the glass and raised his eyebrows: "You guys are very well-informed." ”

"Master Murong is really a good man, he donates tens of thousands of silver taels every year, and he can build a few temples."

"What is this, three years ago, when the Changzhou flood occurred, Master Murong saw that the displaced people were lost, and the victims had no food to eat, so he took out half of his family property to help the disaster, such a benevolent and righteous act is really admirable!"

When other people heard this, they were very concerned, even if they were rich, there were a few people in the world who could donate half of their family property without blinking their brows, Murong Zhao could, his action, everyone was shocked at that time, whether it was a homeless person or a rich squire, although Murong Zhao usually did good deeds day after day, but half of the family property!

However, it was precisely because of Murong Zhao's shocking action that other squires also joined in to help the Changzhou County Government resettle the displaced people and rebuild after the disaster.

The great love under the catastrophe has given the people of Changzhou one more faith in their hearts - Murong Zhao, he is a hero in the hearts of all Changzhou people, a saint, and a great benevolent person who children in the streets and alleys will recite.

"I also heard that a few years ago, a robber robbed Master Murong, and later the county government arrested the thief, and Master Murong actually pleaded with the thief, so the thief was exempted from the death penalty."

"I know this, and there is a follow-up, the thief is still dead, it seems that because he is grateful for the kindness of Master Murong, he found that he is really a pig and a dog, and he committed suicide with guilt and remorse, but he has a son, and that son also adheres to the vicious character of the thief, at that time, he didn't even think that he could go to Lord Murong to seek revenge, but he didn't expect to steal chickens and rice, and he was caught again."

"Tut, if you want me to say that Master Murong is still too kind, robbers and thieves are murderous bullies, so they shouldn't intercede with people like them."

"What do you know, Master Murong is broad-minded, like the stars of the sea."

"What about the son of the thief?"

"I don't know ......" The gossipy brother laughed dryly, made a gesture, and his tone was full of politeness: "Isn't Manager Yu here today, but I don't know if Manager Yu is willing to solve everyone's doubts." ”

Wen Qingyi touched his nose and slandered in his heart, I think you want to know, deliberately arousing the curiosity of others and dragging everyone into the water.

"Manager Yu, this is true, right?" There are really people who are too curious, and they don't know how to read words and looks, so they are stupid and speak directly.

Yu Yikun hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled lightly: "Well, it's true." ”

Seeing that Yu Wei's expression was calm, the question was even more emboldened, and continued: "That...... Is that kid also ......" The rest of the words were not finished, and everyone knew what he meant.

"The lord gave him some silver taels and let him go." Yu Yiqi put down the wine glass and looked at everyone, with an undulating tone, as if he was simply expounding on one thing, without his own subjective opinions at all, "It's just a poor man who avenges his father, and the master doesn't care." ”

"Alas, the great good man is really a great good man, but I don't know if it will leave a disaster for Master Murong."

Jingtai is also muttering in secret, not all good deeds can be accepted, let alone the revenge of killing his father, not everyone is reasonable.

Several people sighed for a while, and seeing that Yu Yiwei didn't want to talk more about this matter, one of them said: "I don't know if the charity sale after five days is the same as in previous years." ”