Since Huzhou and Changzhou belong to Jiangsu and Zhejiang, the distance is not too far, less than three days, the boat will go to the territory of Deqing County, which belongs to Huzhou.

Standing side by side with Zhu Changxun on the deck of the bow of the boat, waiting for the boat to arrive at Shaocun Temple Jiaolang, who was said to be not far away, Jiang Shu saw that the river in front of him was gradually narrowing, and many large and small rivers appeared, dense like weaving nets crisscrossing together, and said with some curiosity: "What kind of place is this?" How can there be such a tributary of the water pool? ”

"Shaocunyang, the traffic artery of the Suzhou-Hangzhou waterway," Zhu Changxun turned his head to look at her, raised his hand and pointed to a building on the west bank of the river that runs from northeast to southwest like a snake, "Further ahead is the Eight Sages Zen Temple, and in front of the Zen Temple is the wharf." ”

"Well," Jiang Shu nodded, looking ahead, only to see the reeds rippling in the water, the shadows of boats and sailboats, the smoke curling on the shore, and the green mulberry rice, like a splash of ink and watercolor, and a touch of fascination could not help but appear on his face, "The night scene here...... It must be beautiful. ”

Zhu Changxun followed her gaze and smiled faintly: "Tan Yingxiang's poem "Shaocun Night Park" describes the night scene here. ”

After a pause, he whispered: "'The reeds make the sound of autumn, and the light boat moored in the evening. The guest becomes a crane dream, and the people are like a wanderer. The smoke is dark across the cooking, and the fishing fire is bright in the barrier river. Leaning on the idle place, the moon is pressing'. ”

"Reeds, light boats, cooking smoke, fishing fires," Jiang Shu repeated these four images in a low voice, chuckling, "Although you can't see the fishing fire at this time, if it is changed to night, it will really suit the scene." He's having a lot of fun. ”

"Actually, there is a talented and good-looking concubine...... You can also have a little fun. Zhu Changxun's eyes moved slightly, and he suggested with a smile.

"Uh...... No, no, no," the poems that were chanted in the past were all copied from future generations, where did he really have any talent, Jiang Shu's heart tightened, and he quickly waved his hand, "How can I compare with Mr. Tan." That one...... I was about to go ashore, so I went inside and fetched some silver, so that I could go out into the streets. ”

After speaking, without waiting for him to say anything, he turned around and strode towards the cabin. There was a funny chuckle from behind him, but he didn't hear it.

By the time she deliberately came out of it, the boat had already docked, and Zhu Changxun was standing in place waiting for her.

Jiang Shu hurriedly walked over and made an apologetic look: "I've been waiting for a long time, I forgot where to put the money bag, and I searched for a long time to find it." ”

"It's okay, let's go." Zhu Changxun raised the corners of his lips without hesitation, and raised his hand to her.

"Okay." Jiang Shu nodded and smiled, put his hand into his palm, led by him, stepped on the pedal between the boat and the shore, and walked ashore.

After standing firm, I turned around, but unexpectedly saw that on the side of the wharf, there was also a half-person-high stone stele, which was the same deep chiseled and fine carving and red lacquer painting as the Zhangjiawan wharf, and there were four big characters on it - hundreds of boats competing for the stream.

Then, in the lower right corner, there are two columns of small characters - hundreds of boats compete for the current, thousands of sails are racing, and the waves are in the back bank in front.

Jiang Shu couldn't help but wonder when he saw it, there was a "thousand miles of boats" over there, and here it was replaced by "a hundred boats competing for the stream", this Grand Canal, there are really many boats.

"Aren't you going out into the streets? Shall we go to the town in the east, or to the county seat in the west? At this time, Zhu Changxun's soft and clear voice came from his side.

"Which side is closer?" Jiang Shu turned his head to look at him, "Also, what town does this Shao Village belong to?" ”

"New city, new town," Zhu Changxun thought for a while, "the two sides should be about far away." ”

"Newmarket?" Repeating the name in a low voice, Jiang Shu suddenly thought of something, raised his hand and grabbed his arm, "But the new city in the poem "Xu Gongdian in Suxin City" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty? ”