The scenery on the banks of Xizi Lake in Hangzhou is beautiful. The prosperity of several nearby markets seems to be no less than Yanglou Street. It is close to Dragon Boat Festival, and the weather is not very hot. It is the time to travel. The small streets and stone bridges are full of tourists, and there are many talented ladies. A light rain falls, and colorful paper umbrellas can cover the street.

At the intersection of Huansha Street near West Lake, several shops shouted on the street in the tone they had just learned:

"Don't miss it when you pass by. The jade hairpin carved by Su Shi and Su Dazi himself is not worth one thousand taels, not eight hundred taels, only one hundred and fifty taels..."

The West Lake in this world has no "Su Dike" because it does not have Su Shi. However, just as there is no Zhang San and Li San and Wang San, the lake dike still exists, called Yue Wang Dike, which was built by Hangzhou gentry.

The lady who came to enjoy the scenery naturally didn't believe in the nonsense of the shopkeepers. When she saw a hairpin dared to sell 150 taels, there were very few people coming to the door. After all, the poems in Kyoto had been passed down long ago, and the method of engraving poems on the hairpin was no longer new. Even if it was actually carved by Su Shi himself, few people would be willing to buy them.

Chen Yu stood beside the railing on the second floor of the shop with his waist in his arms, looking at the ladies and ladies passing by on the street, a little annoyed:

"Sister Xiao Su, the people in Jiangnan are so stingy. I have transported them from all over the place and earned only fifty taels of hard-earned money. They actually think it is expensive..."

In the cottage on the second floor, Su Xiangning wrapped a headscarf and was working hard to clean up.

It was half a night since I came here yesterday. The second floor was uninhabited for many years and could not stay. She and Shen Yu ran to the inn for a night and only had time to clean up the place this morning.

Su Xiangning used a chicken feather blanket to sweep the dust on the cabinet and responded with a smile:

"Cao Hua sells it to you at a low price of 30 taels. If you sell it for 150 taels, it's not stupid."

"Scarcity is precious. I am a genuine Wanbaolou hairpin, not a ragged item on the street... If you hadn't told someone surnamed Cao and asked him to write a few more poems to suppress the talented men in Jiangnan, someone would have bought it."

"You should say it yourself."

Chen Yu's head was shook like a rattle: "The person surnamed Cao is so stingy. I'll say at least that you'll be taken away with three ingredients. Sister Su, you'll say it's different. He's definitely embarrassed to ask for money. At most, he'll just be flirting with you twice, and he won't lose a piece of meat anyway."

Su Xiangning was immediately embarrassed and annoyed: "What a lie, Cao Hua is not that kind of person." After all, the words "I don't need to give anything to you in a frivolous manner" were so embarrassed to say it.

While playing and making trouble, Cao Hua came to the bottom of the building.

Su Xiangning quickly untied her turban, tidied herself up and ran away.

Before Chen Yu could make up his words, he watched a pair of talented women walking away. He was so angry that his teeth were itchy. He wanted to catch up with him as a light bulb several times, but he was embarrassed.

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Cao Hua left the palace and came directly to the place where Su Xiangning settled and took her to the Maoshan River area outside the city. In the past, the Su family's industrialization was under the name of Wanjia. If he could meet Wang Rui, it would be better to ask the previous question.

After finally reaching a place where no one knows it, Cao Hua wanted to experience the feeling of an ordinary person. He did not wear a Black Feather Guard, but just wore a scholar's robe, holding a jade fracture fan, pretending to be that elegant talent.

Su Xiangning held a small umbrella to cover the sun, took a secret glance from time to time, and then lowered her head shyly, revealing an unparalleled gentle and gentle style.

Cao Hua has no longer the reputation of "Kyoto Tai Sui". He looks like a handsome young man with a handsome face. His figure is not as weak as a man from Jiangnan. His cold eyes and sword-like eyebrows have attracted many wives and ladies to look shyly.

Unfortunately, Cao Hua did not act like a governor, and he was obviously a little unreasonable. He even blinked his eyes to respond to those outstanding ladies, who looked like "Auntie, I don't want to work hard", which made many pretty ladies shy and angry. He secretly said "Go to the disciple" and ran away quickly. Some of them ran away and looked back and glanced.

Su Xiangning couldn't stand it and persuaded her with a flushed face: "Mr. Cao, don't be so unstable, it's fine for ordinary girls, and she won't even let go of the wife. Look at those scholars, I wish I could swallow you alive."

The rare handsome man and beautiful woman naturally attracted many romantic talented men holding folding fans to look at the "little white face". Cao Hua didn't mind, and was unable to stand being Su Xiangning, who was a rich woman on the spot.

Cao Hua smiled and put away his frivolous smile.

The two found a carriage and took about an hour to arrive at the Maoshan River outside the city.

The Maoshan River is famous for its beautiful scenery. When the Dragon Boat Festival is approaching, tourists who go out for a trip are coming one after another. In addition to thousands of acres of fertile land, there are many gardens built here. There is a Dingfeng Garden by the river, which is often lent to the Chamber of Commerce for literati.

Su Xiangning left fashionable and young, and was used to following the trend, and did not have a deep relationship with Hangzhou. At this time, she returned to the place where she grew up, and she showed some emotions that were touching the scenery, looking at the pastoral rivers and manor pavilions in a daze.

The carriage stopped near Dingfeng Garden. Su Xiangning took Cao Hua to walk on the path he often walked around when he was a child, explaining like a tour guide:

"From here, there was a stream where tenants often fished there. There was a pavilion on the mountain in front. My father especially liked to draw there. But my father's painting skills were not good, and he was laughed at by his friends... Dingfengyuan used to be my family, and this arch was a chastity arch given to his grandmother by the imperial court. The garden was also built at that time. It's a pity that I have never seen his grandmother..."

I was chatting and I couldn't remember some buildings, and Su Xiangning had to think about it for a long time before she could tell it.

Cao Hua just followed him around and didn't interrupt.

Dingfeng Garden has changed its owner, and a poetry party should be held inside. There are guards outside the manor, and some scholars and ladies come in and out with invitations.

Su Xiangning walked outside the archway and stopped, with a little lonely face: "Just come here."

Dingfengyuan is already an industry of other families, and even the former owner cannot enter without authorization. Su Xiangning naturally feels that things are changing.

Cao Hua’s purpose today is to accompany Su Xiang to visit the old place solemnly. Since he has arrived at the door, how could he leave in shame? So he took Su Xiangning directly to the entrance of the manor.

Su Xiangning wanted to stop him, but obviously she still wanted to go in and take a look. After thinking about it, she followed.

The guards of the manor saw a pair of talented women coming over. Because the scholars have a transcendent status and are petty, their expressions are mostly respectful. They hold their waist knife and slightly raise their hand to bow:

"Young Master is welcome to you. I wonder who invited you to come here, but you can have an invitation?"

"Wan Qin invited me here, you will know as soon as you ask."

Cao Hua didn't raise his head and took Su Xiangning into the yard directly.

The guard was stunned and wanted to raise his hand to stop him, but when he saw Cao Hua's attitude, he didn't dare.

Dingfengyuan is now the property of Wanjia, and Wan Yin, the head of Wanjia, is the father-in-law of the current dynasty. Even if the magistrate meets the emperor, he will have to perform the rituals of his younger generation. His eldest son Wan Qin is a prominent figure in Hangzhou, and his status is the same as that of the prince Zhao Huai. He is rich and rich. No matter who he is, he has to call him "Mr. Wan".

The guards who called Wan Qin had never seen the name of the person. Even if they really knew Wan Qin, they should say, "Young Master Wan invited me." It would be too presumptuous to call him by the name of him just like treating his subordinates.
Chapter completed!