"How's it going? Is it straight? ”

"A little further to the left."

Fan Xinglai stood on the chair and tiptoed, balancing the scroll to the left.

Liang Qu took two steps back, stood on the threshold to observe the left and right spacing, and confirmed that the portrait was translated to the center.

"Stop!"

"Is it right?"

"Come on, come down."

Fan Xinglai breathed a sigh of relief, jumped off the chair, and wiped the shoe prints with his sleeve.

The picture of the mountain stream and waterfall is hung in the center of the main wall, and the waterfall in the painting is pouring like a note, which makes the empty hall a little more majestic!

Zhao Shanchang is worthy of being a master of calligraphy and painting, and the paintings and inscriptions are also felt by a layman who does not know how to appreciate Liangqu.

Unconsciously, I really look like a bit of a master.

Ordinary fishermen, how can they collect famous calligraphy and paintings?

"Master Liang! When we arrived, where would we put our things? ”

There was a shout at the door.

Liang Qu knew who it was: "Xinglai, you go and lead them into my bedroom, move out the big square couch inside, change the shelf bed in, and then let Aunt Li make a new bed for me." ”

Fan Xinglai probed his brain: "Shelf bed? Adult, you also bought a bed? ”

"Well, I bought some furniture, a shelf bed and five arhat beds, two bogu shelves, and two warped heads...... Anyway, there are a lot of things, it turns out that my square couch will be moved to your room in the future. ”

The Liang Mansion has three entrances, which is very big, and Oolong Sahuan has to stick out his tongue when he runs around.

At the beginning, the construction of the house relied on the work and efforts of the villagers, plus a few large households to raise money and materials.

But Liang Qu has a flat waist in his own pocket.

Afterwards, the house was completed, and the furniture purchased and used in it was just like that, compact and useful, and no one came anyway.

Many of the porcelain objects rewarded by the court of the Great Emperor did not even have a place to put them, and they are still lying in boxes and piled up in the east wing.

Since then, Liang Qu has gradually become rich, and he has also used it closely in cultivation.

On the way back, I consciously swelled my pockets and purchased a batch of new furniture, including but not limited to shelf beds, Luohan beds, bookcases, and tables......

How comfortable how to come.

Otherwise, this martial arts is not cultivated in vain, and this official is not promoted in vain?

First of all, the low square couch in the bedroom was replaced with a shelf bed for air gathering.

In the study, a few Luohan beds are placed in the middle hall to facilitate the arrival of guests.

Secondly, put on the Bogu shelf, put all the rewarded porcelain and things on the table, and use them.

"Okay!"

Fan Xinglai learned that he had a new bed to sleep in, so he rushed to open the door to lead the people, confirmed it, and brought people into the courtyard to place things.

In the courtyard, the men moved large furniture to and fro.

The shopkeeper first greeted Liang Qu, confirmed the location of the objects, turned his head and stood in the center of the courtyard, his eyes like a torch, lest some of his subordinates have unclean hands and feet and ruin the reputation of his shop.

Aunt Zhang looked lively and walked through the verandah: "Owner, do you want to kill chickens today?" ”

"Kill chickens, kill what chickens?"

The beam that commanded the hired workers to place the Luohan bed was puzzled.

"The owner forgot? Before you left home, you left a flying dragon, I have been raising it for you, every day we feed it a few leftovers, not to mention the slightest weight loss, a lot of fat! ”

Aunt Zhang took out a spotted pheasant from behind.

The pheasant's chest hair is all fluffy and exploded, and it is full of newly grown fluff for the winter.

The pheasant seemed to know that his limit was near, and he fluttered and struggled vigorously, but the roots of his wings were choked, and it was useless.

"Oh, I have an impression."

Liang Qu suddenly said that within a few days of his tenure, several of his subordinates came to give gifts.

Among them, Fan Zixuan was covered in mud and sent a flower-tailed hazelnut chicken in the rain, commonly known as a flying dragon.

coincided with the flood report of Huazhu County on the same day, and Liang Qu did not catch up with the food.

When I came back yesterday and learned that the old monk was leaving, I simply accompanied him to eat a fast meal in the evening, and let it live for one more day!

"Forget it at noon." Liang Qu looked at the sky, and it was time for lunch immediately, "I may not be able to catch up with lunch at the moment, let's eat tonight, stew a soup, and buy some dried mushrooms." ”

"Cheng, then I'll boil water and scald it in the afternoon!"

Aunt Zhang took the flying dragon back to the kitchen, found a string to tie the chicken's feet again, so that it would not fly around, and turned her head to add firewood to the fire and handle the Chinese food.

Liang Qu was busy directing the hired workers to settle the large items, and Fan Xinglai helped carry them.

For a while, no one put their minds on the flying dragon who flapped its wings and struggled desperately.

The flower-tailed hazel pheasant lay on the ground and called still, rested for a while, lowered its head and pecked at the rope rings on its feet.

Afternoon.

The Liang house has a new look, and the fragrance of nanmu is wisps.

Liang Qu opened the door of the east wing, took out several large boxes from inside, and put things on the Bogu shelf with Fan Xinglai, put porcelain, and chatted with each other.

"Xinglai, how old are you this year?"

"It's fourteen after this spring."

"Fourteen...... Ready to learn martial arts? ”

"My father said that when I reach fifteen, I will go to Master Yang's martial arts hall to study for a year and a half.

Master Yang promised my father that as long as my brothers went to learn martial arts, no tuition would be charged, and the fee for medicinal materials would be charged according to the purchase price of Changchun Hall.

In the first half of the year, I will continue to practice if I have hope, and I will not be pulled down, so I can rest assured that I will not delay raising horses. ”

Fan Xinglai's father raised horses in Yang Dongxiong's place, and he had deep qualifications, extensive experience, and good craftsmanship, and had a monthly income of several taels of silver, which was much higher than that of ordinary people who farmed and fished.

is willing to live a hard life and save so much, the most high-end martial arts fees can be afforded, not to mention that Yang Dongxiong promised to free tuition.

"I'm not worried about delaying the breeding of horses, I'm just curious."

In this world of martial arts, there is almost no attention to children's skills.

Feel the bones and touch the bones, so you have to wait for the bones to grow before you can feel it.

If you don't fully grow up, you are too young, and you take the liberty of refining your qi and blood, which is not only difficult to circulate during exercise and promote positive direction, but also easy to decay your qi and blood and fall into the root of the disease.

The best age to practice martial arts is at least at the end of the second development, about fifteen years old, so when Liang Qu practiced martial arts, he could meet the third son of Master Zhao's family.

Teenagers are resilient and vigorous, and as long as they supplement ordinary meat, there will not be much of a problem.

If you can take a medicinal bath every day, occasionally come to a treasure fish or two, or some other elixir to replenish qi and blood, then the cultivation is smoother than others, I don't know how much.

Fan Xinglai brought the flower pot: "Every time I go home for dinner, my father asks me to learn from the adults, saying that if I can learn the two skills of Lord Liang, it will be worth it in this life." ”

Liang Qu laughed: "You can't learn from me." ”

"I also said this to my father, don't say that the entire Pingyang County, looking at the entire Huaiyin Mansion, how many Liang adults can be produced in Nanzhili? My lord, do you want to put this vase on it? ”

While Fan Xinglai was talking, an indescribable aura spread from the courtyard, surging several waves in the bleak autumn wind.

"Strange, what's that? Hot. ”

Fan Xinglai touched his cheek and looked around.

Liang Qu's face froze.

"Red Firebird!"

……

Liang Qu put down the round bottle in his hand, walked quickly through the verandah, and saw the flying dragon slumped and half lying under the bedroom window.

There was a faint smell of burnt air in the air.

Liang Qu suddenly realized and rushed into the house.

On Lan Qi, Fubo stood sideways, without the slightest change.

On the contrary...... Radiant light?