Zhang Siyun comforted her mother. Mrs. Zhang stopped crying, took the tea to moisten her lips, and said to her daughter: "Yun'er, although it is said that the way of economy is unbearable, where can the family not deal with money. An item is less than a penny, and the family has a large population and is consumed quickly, which is also very considerable. You married the eldest daughter-in-law of the Fang family, and you will also have to take care of the family in the future, and those piano, chess, calligraphy and paintings are not worth it. ”

This is the intimate words of the biological mother, her daughter is about to get married, and the days of staying by her side are decreasing day by day, and she can't help but feel sad when she talks about it. "The Fang family has a large population, Mrs. Tai is still there, and your serious mother-in-law is the third layer. Alas, my hard-working son, you are also worthy of this family of princes, it was your father who harmed you, you shouldn't have married the Lu family early in the morning, ruined your reputation, otherwise it would not be the turn of the Fang family. ”

Zhang Tongju has been in Songning Mansion for nine years, and his position has never moved, although the three mansions in the south of the Yangtze River are rare fat differences, but as the son of a university scholar, he still does not want to die with the position of six grades. The daughter of the six-rank general judge is matched with the son of the fourth-grade Shaoqing, and the family is considered to be high, but the Zhang family has been outside for many years and is very solid; The Fang family has many children, and the sisters and brothers on the famous brand alone have already reached their twenties.

Zhang Siyun comforted her mother for a long time, and called the maid to come in and redress her mother. These close servants are very interesting, and they have said some interesting things to ease the wife's thoughts. "Madam, the owner of the house on Silver Bottle Street seems to have returned, and there have been people in and out of the yard since yesterday to deliver things." Zhang: Everyone remembered one thing.

Sure enough, not only Mrs. Zhang, but even Zhang Siyun looked very interested. It's been a long time since everyone has been chewing on this topic.

Silver Bottle Street and Chuizhu Lane intersect from end to end, that house is actually part of the former residence of Xu Daxue in the original Chuizhu Lane, Xu Daxue is a native of Songning Mansion, the first assistant of the first emperor, and it is also a prosperous family; After the new emperor succeeded to the throne, Mr. Xu begged for bones and retired in this Chuizhu Lane. Xu Daxue is a brilliant person, but his children and grandchildren are not very competitive, and he began to sell houses after three generations.

A huge bachelor's mansion was sold in pieces, divided into several houses on the two streets of hanging beads and silver bottles, and hung with different surnames, and was also pointed out by the world to educate children and grandchildren to be angry.

And the house in Zhang's mouth is the place where Bachelor Xu cultivated in his later years, and he monopolized one of the best gardens of the year, called the Lingering Garden. The house with a unique scenery in the Lingering Garden is too exquisitely repaired, and if you live in a family layout, it is not square and spacious enough, which is most suitable for the old lady and old lady at home to recuperate or do a holiday villa.

This house has been intended to be sold for several years, and Mrs. Zhang Da has the intention to buy it for Zhang Siyun as private property, the price is really hot, just a few ancient trees and a piece of Taihu Lake stone called "Snow Lion" is worth 10,000 gold. In July, I saw a servant in and out of cleaning, and when I asked, it had been sold, and although no one came to live there, a nameplate of ebony wood was hung out half a month ago, and the words Liufu were simply engraved with silver.

Everyone sighed and speculated for a while, and Mrs. Zhang secretly sighed that there are so many rich people in the world, and her own lord is already quite oily and watery in this position as the general judge of Songning Mansion, and he has made a lot of private houses in the open and secret, but it seems to be nothing compared to the Liu family who bought the Lingering Garden. Thinking that her wish to buy a property for her daughter was disappointed, Mrs. Zhang was very depressed.

The Lingering Garden, commonly known as the Xujia Garden, is on the waterfront terrace, the big proprietor of Zhenbao Zhai, Pingjiu, is sighing at the moon, telling the entourage to think that his master wants to learn from those sour people to hold back a poem. Ping Jiu is a middle-aged thin man who is completely opposite to Feng Youcai, with a scorched triangular face, eight-character eyebrows, two mouse's whiskers, and a bitter and hateful fold, as if he is bored to live and wants to hang himself at any time.

probably knows that his image exudes negative energy, and Ping Jiuye easily does not show up, but he has been squatting in the original Xu Family Garden on Silver Bottle Street for several days. The wayward young master Li Chun ran back from Champa for more than two months, but he didn't even enter the harbor, and a gust of wind blew across the southeast coast, leaving the fleet behind and slowly leisurely. As a result, a ship was lost, and the cargo on board was half pearls and half ambergris and other spices.

"If you don't come back, you won't come back," Ping Jiu said. Xing was really sincerely moved by heaven and earth, and when he heard the movement, his entourage reported: "Ninth Master, Master Li is back." ”

Ping Jiu hurried to the door, with sincere enthusiasm to greet the God of Wealth. He recognized Li Chun at a glance under the illumination of the lantern, in fact, he had never seen Li Chun, but there were not many people with such short hair, and there were not many people with such ugly faces.

Ping Jiu didn't know what was wrong with this notoriously bad-tempered Li Xiaoye, so he had to say hello: "Xiao Ye Li, you're back, I'm Ping Jiu." ”

It was already late at night when Li Chun arrived, and he almost fell at the door, and he was angry: "Didn't you say that you want to buy a better house?" How gloomy, the ground is uneven, and everywhere is half-new and not old. ”

Ping Jiu was very conscious, and did not explain that the style of this house called the Lingering Garden was the elegance and simplicity of the literati. Li Chun complained all the way, saying that he should hang more lanterns and shine brightly everywhere, he looked at the dense shadows of the trees and exclaimed: "I just want persimmon trees, bayberry trees, and loquat trees, and I don't want to live in the forest." ”

Ping Jiu faintly had a bad premonition: "Master Li, there are no persimmon trees here, there are osmanthus, ginkgo, and magnolia-" "There are no persimmon trees?" You don't buy one either. Li Chun interrupted him, full of disdain.

And when Ping Jiu walked into the house with Li Chun, even though he had experienced it before, he couldn't help but cover his eyes with his sleeves so as not to be blinded. This row of tortuous and exquisite rooms was originally lived by Xu Daxue in his later years, and the terrazzo floor tiles are like gold and ink, smooth as a mirror; The Huanghuali furniture, which is all the same color and the trees in the garden, shows the subtle and elegant feelings of the people. but now with a rose gold brocade curtain; Carpeted with gorillas, two huge pastel enamel bottles stood in the corners, and in the middle of them were a one-man tall Western chiming bell, and the ebony shell was carved with two winged and bare-ass boys, inlaid with exquisite luodian.

Everything is gorgeous and spicy, and there are three large flashes of light that can be seen with the naked eye "a lot of money" floating in the air.

Every time Ping Jiu came, he had the illusion that he had entered his own warehouse, but he definitely didn't dare to find fault with the other party's aesthetics. Li Chun's expression really eased, he looked at everything in the house happily, and nodded with satisfaction: "The house is still well furnished, I will say that Zhang San'er is doing things well, and he has more vision than you." Look at the shabby house you picked, they all said that Lao Tzu has money now, don't save money, you just can't listen. ”

That Zhang San'er, a rough man, only shouted to paste a layer of gold leaf on the Huanghuali furniture, Ping Jiu stopped it, and now it seems that he did something wrong.

Ping Jiu only wondered why he used to think that Li Chun was an extraordinary person, he knew a fart, he was a rough person! I tried my best to buy the Lingering Garden for him, and it was really better to buy a house of a rich man with good rules, it was really a blind man.

Ping Jiu took a deep breath, and it was better to get down to business: "Master Li, Zhenbao Zhai is about to drive the guests crazy, so you can call the boat into the port." ”

Li Chun was inexplicable: "What ship?" ”

"Didn't you call the Fulong to hide?"

The two of them stared at each other, and Ping Jiu swallowed his saliva: "Aren't you going to look for it?" ”

"Let's float first, I'm not in the mood to worry about this." Li Chun has never sat on the Taishi chair, and he is not used to sitting around, "I'm busy, I want to buy a field, buy a shop, and where do I want to find a father." ”

"What are these words, where is Dad looking for it? And if you recognize people as a father for fame and fortune, you will eventually be ridiculed by others" Ping Jiu guessed that he must be a family affair that was not smooth, so he had to persuade "The hero Mo asked about his background, I believe that Miss Liu is not that kind of layman. ”