In love with the enchanting senior brother: the lady strikes

When the breeze hits, the green shadows of green bamboos swaying, dazzled my eyes, and the green and astringent aroma of tea made my mind dazzled.

The big man grinned his thick lips, and his bold voice shook a layer of thin dust from the roof: "Are you Bai Twelve?"

Immediately, I only felt that the sky was dim and the earth was dark, as if in a dream, what Xi Shi, no salt, all turned out to be bones in the end, alas, that's all, that's all!

Little Xianyu Qingyue's voice sounded like pearls falling into a plate, as if coming from the sky: "Dare to ask Your Excellency, but Qinglong will Ling Wushi?"

The big man smiled foolishly, "We are Liu Erniu. Our young master caught up with urgent matters and went to Jiangnan early in the morning. Here is a letter, let us give it to Bai Shier."

It's dawn, the grass is green, and life has become hopeful. I patted my fragile little heart and said happily: "Er Niu, come, have a drink of tea."

【Lady strikes】

It was almost noon, and according to the guidance of the senior brother's letter, Xiao Xianyu and I ran non-stop to Wenjiazhuang, ten miles away.

"Tat-tat-tat", the crisp knock on the door echoed in the lake and mountains, and in the green shade, three or five snoozing sparrows flapped their wings lazily.

After a while, the janitor poked his head sleepily, "What do you two do? It's not easy to sleep at noon!"

Little Xianyu cupped his hands, "Show me below, please see the owner of my village."

The little boy looked him up and down, "Young villa master has traveled far away for more than three years, and he is not in the village now."

Little Xianyu asked again: "I don't know who is in charge of Guizhuang now?"

"Pa-ta", I watched in horror as a piece of vermilion lacquer hit my feet, this...is this the wealthy Wen family in Southwest China?Why don't you even have the money to paint the door?

The little boy rubbed his eyes, "The head of the house? Ever since the old owner died, the young owner only knows how to eat, drink and play, and there is no one to be the head of the house."

Little Salted Fish: "..."

I asked with a straight face: "The two of us would like to borrow Guizhuang's "Thousand Herbs Classic" to read. I wonder if it can be convenient?"

The little boy yawned, "I want to read "Thousand Grass Classics", so I can buy it from the bookstalls in the city, what kind of trouble is it in my Wenjiazhuang!"

"Bang", the boy shook his hand with a humming sound, and the mottled vermilion door almost hit the tip of my nose.

【Lady strikes】

Yunlaixuan is the largest restaurant in Yunmen City. Like Senior Brother Nine, I touched a silver ingot and flashed it in front of Xiaoer's eyes. Xiaoer's narrowed eyes immediately lit up, "Two guests, speaking of This Wen family..."

The Yunmen Wen family has been established in the southwest for more than a hundred years. It is a wealthy family in the southwest. However, the generations of Wen family masters have kept a low profile, so that the Wen family has no sense of presence in the imperial dynasty. Home, but three years ago, it made a big splash in the Southwest.

This matter that made the Wen family stand out was because of a book called "The Classic of Thousand Herbs".

When it comes to "Thousand Grass Classics", we have to go back a hundred years ago.

In other words, a hundred years ago, a certain ancestor of the Wen family was a beggar on the street. In that year, the army was in turmoil, and it coincided with a severe drought that happened once in a century. There is no food to eat, let alone a beggar.

One day, beggar Wen went up the mountain to pick off a piece of old tree bark to fill his empty belly. Unexpectedly, with a rustling sound, a thin wild rabbit jumped out from behind the old tree!

Meat!

Immediately, Beggar Wen propped up his limp legs, and rushed towards the rabbit with a "whoosh".

It was this "Yippo" who was the history of the Wen family, who created the century-old foundation of the Yunmen Wen family, and also affected the life of Ye Rong, a hundred years later.