Following the dozens of wide steps on the upper edge of the patio and the sink, there is a red column gray tiled house that looks very ordinary. However, the sound of water flowing in front and behind these houses is vaguely heard. It seems that there are water channels around. It turns out that the house on the left is full of dry wood that can be used to make fire and rice. Almost half of the room is piled with a kind of black mud block. Wu Yonglin walked in and couldn't help laughing. These inconspicuous and unpopular mud blocks are actually coal blocks. Maybe Wu Bo hasn't figured out this these days.

The correct usage of things is that the couple who transported the wood next to the coal blocks did not take a look at the thing, and even murmured that the thing occupied a large part of the room. The other rooms were several cellars under the ground, which looked separated from the outside, but in fact they had already been opened. The rooms above the cellar were filled with cylinders of rice, noodles, and even rice that had not been peeled. One room even had rice pounding, wood, pestle and stone nests. The crisscrossing waterways underground were connected to a deep channel behind and on the side of the Wu Mansion.

There are several layers of the cellar. Compared to the humidity outside, it is extremely dry. On the rows of bamboo poles hanging on the first layer are neatly marinated bacon, smoked duck, smoked geese, and the second layer is piled with whole pieces of beef and mutton marinated or air-dried. At the bottom of the cellar, there are jars of good wine sealed with mud, and the piles on both sides are almost as high as two people. The several large wooden barrels at the end of these wines caught Wu Yonglin's attention. Wu Yonglin walked up and touched the wall of the wooden barrel, and it was extremely cold to buy it. He uncovered the wooden lid outside, and there were large jars inside. There were layers of ice floating in the jar. Thinking that this thing would undoubtedly come in handy when the summer season begins a few months later.

After passing through this house similar to a rice and grain shop, the first thing that catches your eye is the three-piece-shaped large house. There is a vermilion-lacquered plaque on the eaves of the houses in the middle. There is a large plaque with four golden characters "Wu Clan Ancestral Hall". Walking through the threshold, you will see a table lined with yellow brocade in the stairs of the Wu Clan ancestors. In front of these rankings is an exquisite gilded incense burner, and the incense burner is placed on both sides of the incense burner.

There were two candlesticks that were almost as thick as an arm, and there were almost untainted cushions in front of the table. When Wu Yonglin walked into the room, he felt strange. When he put a pillar of incense on the ancestors and clans in front of him and pushed open the door on his left hand, he was jumped by the situation in front of him. There was a coffin with tung oil on the outside, which looked dark and dark. No matter how you look at it, you would feel cunning.

(The custom of burial in many mountains in Sichuan has always been preserved. Many elderly people made themselves a coffin early when they were alive and placed in a side house. People from other places who did not understand this custom are often shocked.)

Zhang San, who was leading Wu Yonglin around all the way, saw Wu Yonglin sweating at the moment, and quickly reminded: "Master, it's my fault. Not long ago, my blind mother-in-law gave me a letter. It was from Tokyo. It actually said that I asked me to send my husband to her and signed it as the Grandma. When I opened it, I found that the Grandma actually asked me to make such a coffin for her without hiding it. How could I do good to make people? Master, you actually came here again and broke all this. Please beg me to be kind to forgive the minor crime of deception."

"It's not your fault. In order to prevent us, the officials from leaving the outsiders from having a second thought, they left our relatives in Tokyo. In name, they were taking care of them for us, but in fact they used them as hostages to force us to serve the officials sincerely. The superiors cannot respect their parents, and the subordinates cannot reunite their husbands and wifes. It's better if this official doesn't do it."

"Sir, don't be discouraged. When the official family will be kind, there will be the day when the master, the eldest lady and the eldest lady will be reunited."

"I originally thought that this time I returned to Tokyo to report on my job, Cai Jing, would transfer me back according to the practice of being released for two years. I spent so much money in the Privy Council, and finally I got the end of "official position and territorial position remain unchanged". Seeing that with the Grand Lady, the reunion of the eldest Lady may be indefinitely far away." Wu Yonglin lamented for a while, and suddenly asked nervously: "Are the maids reliable in these servants in the family? Master, my eyelids are constantly pounding today, and I always feel that something bad is going to happen."

"My master is willing to worry about it. These are some villagers whom I brought in from nearby places, from door to door to house. I have found out the foundation of these people in advance. In addition to being a little clumsy, adults can use it with confidence."

"Zhang San, let's go ahead and go."

"Master, here is a letter from Mr. Huang from Jinjiang Academy. I have been asking the letter clearly. Mr. Huang wants to invite you to the mansion to get together. I heard that he is going to marry his great-granddaughter and hope you will be a witness."

"This is a good thing. I have to go there. You go down and prepare a generous gift for me."

Zhang San stared at Wu Yonglin curiously, thinking what was wrong with this master and why he even forgot about this matter. He quickly reminded him: "Master, Mr. Huang is very fond of the words you wrote."

Wu Yonglin said without changing his face: "I can bring back a few bags of good tea and a few pots of good wine from Tokyo this time. I think the old man will like it. As for the words, it is just an icing on the cake."

Wu Yonglin's two-faced answer was almost invisible. These scholars and officials, the old masters, undoubtedly had no hobbies with Su Dongpo: poetry, wine, tea, and Zhang San replied with a smile: "It's still the master who thinks it thoroughly."

The next day, when Wu Yonglin appeared in the Huang Mansion with several carefully selected gifts, the Huang Mansion, which is a wealthy family, had two walls of human characters, including men and women, old and young. Everyone held their breath and focused and did not laugh. When Wu Yonglin got off the carriage, except for the old man with white hair and beard standing at the highest point of the stairs, who was standing on the top of the stairs, who was white in hair and beard and energetic, the others bowed to Wu Yonglin and made a blessing. Wu Yonglin also pointed indirectly and asked Zhang San clearly last night that the old man Huang and Wu Bo actually had a master-apprentice relationship. Although Wu Bo taught this old man Huang to write, Wu Bo nominally called Mr. Huang and said he was master again this time.

Huang Miaohao, who was out of the box, also learned to write a few days after Wu Bo. Why did Wu Bo not become Huang Miaohao's witness for the first time? It was just because such a mess happened. Huang Miaohao had almost never had contact with other men since he was a child. Since the prefect became Miss Huang's calligraphy teacher, Wu Bo, who had seen originally good knowledge, said a few strange stories that Huang Miaohao had never heard of. The lady of the Huang family quickly added to Wu Bo's green eyes. Wu Bo occasionally came late in business in the yamen office, and she even stood in front of the banana window with a look of disappointment. She didn't know how many times she watched. Once, she even wrote a song "Yu Meiren" by Li Houzhu Li Yu, a master of Nantang, when she was bored while waiting:

When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much will it be known in the past? The building was windy again last night, and my hometown was unbearable to look back at the moonlight. The carved railings and jade bricks should still be there, but the red faces changed. I ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.

By chance, Huang Miaohao's poem was taken by her mother Pang Shi, who gave her lotus seed soup. She had heard of the infamous Wu Bo Pang Shi for a long time, and she was unwilling to teach her daughter to write. However, she had no right to speak at home, not to mention that this matter was caused by her ancestors, so she dared not speak even more.

Pangzi originally had the appearance of falling fish and falling geese, and the moon was ashamed of flowers. Huang Miaohao, whom he gave birth to, was just 28 years old. He was born with natural beauty, fragrant skin and graceful body. He was at the age of Sichun. Pangzi quickly realized that something was wrong from his daughter's distraught expression and behavior. Pangzi couldn't bear to have his own heart and soul into Wu Bo's fire pit, so he secretly told his husband Huang Bizhong. Huang Bizhong was also a person in the romantic scene. When he heard the news, he was already scared and sweated. Wu Bo was a secret in the Qinlou Chu Pavilion. Let the situation continue to develop. The ending of the matter Huang Bizhong was like Pangzi. Although Huang Bizhong liked to do something random outside, he was also panicked.

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