Chapter 164: Who Called Your Dad So Axe?
The new house was full of joy and joy, and the villagers of the confused village came to drink the wedding wine last night.
It's a person who is the same place as the new groom.
Shui Furong had breakfast, and when she sent Xiao Xuan away, she saw the appearance of the new house.
The new house is surrounded by green trees, adjacent to the bank of the creek, and Feng Manlou has already ordered someone to erect a stone bridge over the creek to facilitate everyone's passage.
Just by the side of the stream, there are large swaths of golden flowers, like golden stars lying between the green leaves, but there is no kind of star that can be so dazzling, brilliant, and so beprising that it seems to take away people's breath.
The gray tile white wall and the tall gatehouse of the Hui style architecture, the wall of the gatehouse has exquisite carvings, the carvings of the roof are more delicate and beautiful, and there is a set of water systems that run through the whole building, coupled with the green trees into the shade and the mountains echo, the quiet and distant feeling is fascinating.
There is also a thin half-man-high bamboo fence around the new house.
Many villagers came early in the morning to admire the magnificent building.
While Shui Furong sighed at the new house, she was also a little sad in her heart, remembering Xiao Xuan's long trip......
A few days later, a carriage brought up countless smoke and dust, and finally stopped by the water bridge in Shushan Town.
"Guest officer, Shushan Town has arrived." The coachman jumped out of the carriage and said to Xiao Xuan and Wang Fugui inside the curtain.
Xiao Xuan stretched out his hand to lift the blue cloth curtain and looked outside, "Finally arrived at Shushan." ”
As far as the eye can see, there is no busy scene of traffic and people coming and going on the street.
"Is this land of Shu Mountain so deserted?! I can't catch up with Longfeng Town a little bit. Wang Fuguier got out of the carriage and said disgustedly.
"Who told your dad to be like that? I don't want you to come to Shushan to study for a month. ”
Xiao Xuan fell out of the carriage carrying a rattan box, and stood at the head of the bridge with a sense of desolation and heroism of 'brother is at the end of the world'.
The folds on the coachman's swarthy face were immediately folded, and he said with a smile: "It's past noon at this time, and the two guest officers are still in the town, and they will go up the mountain after they are full of food and wine." ”
“…… You're talking about a good 'guest like a cloud' restaurant, right? ”
"Yes, guest officer."
Facing the unfamiliar and quiet rural streets, Xiao Xuan simply smiled as if spring flowers were blooming, "Thank you, uncle." "Take Wang Fugui, the little young master, and go to the wine store to fill his stomach.
Wang Fugui pouted in displeasure: "Didn't the man from your family say that he was going to send us?" It's not water for you yet! ”
"It's the eldest brother who said he didn't need to send us!" Xiao Xuan argued.
"So, how many of your brothers accepted that man with a foreign surname?"
"So what? It's your business! Xiao Xuan shook Wang Fugui's head lightly angrily, and he could still laugh at him as an adult.
Although there is a slight suspicion that the coachman is pulling business for the wine shop, but since he is here, why do you have to order the wine shop in Shushan in person?
Horizontally and vertically, they still have silver in their pockets.
"Young people have a bright future, and they will succeed in Shushan if they practice well."
The coachman shouted at the horses and went in the opposite direction.
After a few days of long travel, I finally came to Shushan.
Wang Fugui followed Xiao Xuan all the way into the 'Guest Like a Cloud' wine shop, ordered three or five dishes like a nouveau riche, drank a cup of wine and carried the box out of the wine shop.
At this moment, a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi, who was sitting in the corner of the wine shop, called the youngest daughter of the wine shop owner, a girl who was twelve or thirteen years old.