"Fei'er, you haven't eaten yet, have you? Prepare your favorite dishes for your mother's kitchen! You must eat more, you see that you are skinny and skinny! I don't know what Lao Wu Tou is eating, and he can't even take care of himself, I have to reprimand him well next time we meet!"

Lu Qingyan pulled Song Yi to fly in, and his mouth kept chattering.

Hearing that his grandfather was reprimanded, Wu Jiujiu on the side was slightly embarrassed.

"Mother! It has nothing to do with Wu Lao! I have practiced martial arts! Although I look thin, in fact, my whole body is full of muscles, I don't believe you pinch!"

Song Yifei didn't lie, he practiced martial arts all year round, and his body proportions were perfect.

When everyone was walking towards the courtyard, Lu Qing's eyes suddenly remembered something, his face turned cold, and he shouted in the posture of a shrew scolding the street: "Steward Li! Old Li Tou! Where did you die?"

"Ma'am, Ma'am, the villain is here!"

An old man with a wrinkled face and a tight cloth coat who looked almost seventy years old squeezed out of the crowd and answered with a smile.

"Since my son is back, don't hide it, put a hundred porridge sheds and a hundred flowing water mats on the table! Don't save the old lady, give me something to build it! Dare to save a little, your leg will be broken for you!"

When Lu Qingyan spoke, the fat all over his body trembled, and he was very domineering.

Just listening to the tone, it's hard to imagine that this is a woman.

"Madame, don't worry! The little one understands! The little one will command now!"

Steward Li's old face turned into a chrysanthemum, and he returned to the crowd, slipped away, and disappeared.

I don't know how he is so flexible at the age of seventy.

"100 ?!! Flowing Water Seats"

Ma Zhao and Ah Niu on the side, their mouths were wide open when they were shocked by Lu Qingyan's words, and they were able to stuff two steamed buns.

In the past, people relied on the weather for food, and the grain production was not high, and when they encountered natural and man-made disasters, they were even more displaced, and they did not have a full meal.

In order to embody the compassion of Buddhism, some large temples distributed their own food (porridge) to the homeless, and later, the wealthy people also followed suit to show their kindness and ask for merit.

To put it bluntly, it's to spend money and have a festive picture!

The flowing water banquet is a name for the banquet, which means: the banquet where the person is present and the table is served. After eating a dish, serve a dish, like flowing water.

To put it bluntly, no matter who you are, as long as you serve it, you can eat it vigorously.

Even if it is the cheapest banquet, a table cannot be a tael of silver, and a hundred tables is a hundred taels.

According to the eating speed of normal people, they can eat a table in ten minutes, and they will have to eat tens of thousands of taels of silver at the end of the day.

And that's not even counting the cost of the porridge shed!

Ma Zhao and Ah Niu almost frightened stupid when they thought about it a little.

The money that the two of them couldn't earn in their lifetime was now spent by Lu Qingyan casually, just to celebrate his son's homecoming.

People are more angry than people!

In other words, how rich is this family? Could it be that the entire county is his family's fault?

Just when the two of them were shaken into the clouds, Song Zhian had already led them into the gate.

......

Walk through several long hallway steps.

Walking through several large gardens, passing through several large pools, and more than ten gates surrounded by round gates, following behind the Song family, it took a full meal to come to the central mansion.

The courtyard, the shadow wall with stone carving patterns, the verandah, and the hanging flower door are dazzling.

If it is an ordinary guest, naturally there is no need to be so troublesome, but Song Yifei is his own family, and this meal is considered a family banquet, and it is impossible to use it in the living room.

Song Yifei, who has lived here for fourteen years, was also dizzy, not to mention Ma Zhao and Ah Niu.

This mess, if it weren't for the Song family leading the way, the three of them would have to get lost.

"Although the construction technology is not as good as the villas in the previous life, it is completely crushed in terms of area. In his previous life, even if he was the richest man in the world, he would not dare to build such a large area of land in the city!

Fortunately, it is not the ancient times of the previous life, otherwise a rich businessman dares to do this, and it will not be far from destroying the family!"

Song Yifei thought secretly in his heart, both a little excited and a little shocked.

It seems that he, the rich second generation, is ironclad!

The main hall of the Song family is built magnificently, with blue bricks and glazed tiles, shining in the setting sun. On the ground are tiles as flat as mirrors and hard as iron.

This brick is not an ordinary brick, and the floor tiles fired in Guyu County are not only very delicate and solid, but also generous, and "knock on it with sound and break without trace".

What's better is that this kind of floor tile is very lubricating, has the effect of warm in winter and cool in summer, it is very cool to walk on it in summer, and the fruit is more chilled on the floor tile, which can be described as the best in the brick.

For such a high-quality burnt brick, the reserve price will be ten taels of silver, and if it is the kind of carefully selected and flawless superlative, the price will be several times higher.

In Song Yifei's impression, only the main hall has such floor tiles. When I was a child, Song Yifei and the three liked to crawl around here.

Entering the hall, there are two rows of chairs carved from Nan wood, and in the center is a huge landscape painting. Inside, there are buildings such as mountain outlines, stone patterns, slope feet, sand spitting, colorful glow, and palace pavilions.

In the corner of the ink painting, there is a dignified red clay seal, showing the name of the author of the painting and calligraphy.

Songquan Layman!

This person is not well-known in the calligraphy and painting world of the Daqian Dynasty, from Song Yifei's point of view, the painting skills are average, and the most expensive is the pigment.

Lacquer, limestone and limestone green were all very precious pigments in this era, and their prices were higher than gold.

However, this Songquan monk still has a few special identities, that is, the former secretary of the Ministry of Rites of the Daqian Dynasty, Lu Qingyan's father, and Song Yifei's grandfather.

With these identities, it is only natural that the painting should be hung here.

Song Yifei was not too impressed by his grandfather, Lu Sixun, a layman from Songquan, because Lu Sixun died when he was eight years old. The only few impressions are that the other party has an old face and is examining his homework.

Underneath the calligraphy and paintings, there is a large red sandalwood tribute table that can lie flat on four or five people, on which are placed quaint incense burners, fresh melons and fruits, candied fruits, and wine.

Song Yifei took the sandalwood handed by Mu Yun, lit the incense and bowed three times, and then followed into the back room of the main hall.

On the table in the back room, the delicacies are dazzling, fragrant and mouth-watering.

Ma Zhao, A Niu, and Wu Jiujiu were taken to the next room by their subordinates, so only Song Yifei's family of five were seated.

"Dad, why don't you see Chen Yi, Chen Xuan, and Chen Wei?"

As soon as he sat down, Song Yifei asked about several of his nephews and nieces.

"The three of them were taken by their uncle to Kyoto for a study tour, and I'm afraid they won't be able to come back until autumn!" Song Yilian said with some regret.

Song Yifei's uncle Lu Qingli is the sacrificial wine of the prince of the capital.

"I knew that my eldest brother would come back, so I wouldn't let them go!" Mu Yungui said with a smile.

"Learning is important!"

Song Yifei smiled and waved his hand.

"Xiao Fei! I just heard you say that you are going to Liulin County, do you still want to stay in Wudang? The family business is so busy, why don't you stay and help me, what are you entangled with Wudang? The Wudang faction also has a lot of disciples like you who are a three-legged cat kung fu!"

As soon as he ate two bites of the dish, Song Zhian asked about Song Yifei with a displeased expression.

From the first day Song Yifei went to Wudang, Song Zhian was resistant to Wudang.

At the beginning, Song Yifei had a lot of trouble with his family in order to learn martial arts, and Song Zhian almost broke off the father-son relationship with him. But blood is thicker than water, and within two years, Song Zhian ran to Wudang, and the relationship between father and son was restored in an instant.

However, Song Zhi'an's intention of letting Song Yifei inherit the family business has never changed.

This question is inevitable, but fortunately, Song Yifei has calculated all the way, and he already has a draft in his heart.

"Dad, I haven't been down the mountain for many years, and I'm very unfamiliar with worldly things! I just want to exercise in Liulin County, and when I feel about the same, it's not too late to go home!"

"Then there is no need to train in Wudang, we have our own local arrangements!"

"I can't get the effect of the experience in our house! I also want to complete the experience as soon as possible and come back early to help you!"

"Really?"

Hearing Song Yifei's words, Song Zhian showed a surprised expression, feeling that his son's speech was much more pleasant than before.

"Really!"

"Alright then!"

Song Zhian agreed very simply, which made Song Yifei a little uncomfortable.

Although the cheap dad loves him, he usually doesn't talk so well, I'm afraid what's next?

Sure enough, as Song Yifei expected!

"I have no objection to going to Liulin County, but you have to get married first!"

"Getting married??!!! will this be too sudden?"

I don't have a girlfriend, who do I marry?

Song Yifei was a little confused.

But there seems to be an arranged marriage in this world, has his father already helped him find a wife?