After lunch, Luo Fengtang helped old Uncle Geng sweep the yard and chop firewood.

Chatting with old Uncle Geng and his wife.

Yang Ruoqing locked herself in the room.

Take out the pen and paper you carry with you and lie down there to write and draw.

From time to time, I would scratch my scalp and make a squeaking sound.

From time to time, he would bite the tip of his pen lightly and look like he was meditating.

Luo Fengtang finished chopping the firewood and when he entered the house, he saw her holding her cheek and frowning.

He seemed to be racking his brains to think of something.

"Qing'er, what are you drawing?"

he asked and walked over this way.

"Don't look!"

She came to her senses and quickly stretched out her hands to block the things on the paper.

With a startled glance, Luo Fengtang only saw a long thing drawn on the paper, similar to a 'dragon bone'.

"Okay, okay, I just won't look at it."

He smiled helplessly and handed over the tea bowl in his hand.

"Are you tired after painting for so long? Have a sip of tea and rest." He said.

She smiled and took another piece of paper to cover the painting. Then she stood up, took his tea and took a few sips.

"Qing'er, do we really want to go to Master Zuo's house for dinner at night?"

Luo Fengtang asked.

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "He sincerely invited me, so we will definitely go. Besides, we came here just to greet him."

Luo Fengtang said: "Yeah."

"Then what gifts should we bring? Are they the ones brought from the carriage?" he asked again.

Before coming over, the two of them specially purchased some relatively affordable gifts in the county.

At this moment, Yang Ruoqing pondered for a moment, then shook her head.

"Now that I have seen the kind of person Mr. Zuo is, the gifts we brought here are inappropriate for the time," she said.

"ah?"

Luo Fengtang was surprised.

The gifts I spent so much money on are not suitable for the occasion. Is it possible that I have to visit empty-handed?

This is not etiquette!

When he was puzzled, Yang Ruoqing spoke up again.

"Of course I won't go empty-handed," she said.

"I've prepared the gift."

"Where?" he asked.

She turned sideways and glanced at the drawing paper covered on the table.

"What? It?" He was surprised.

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips and smiled.

"When giving gifts, it doesn't matter how big or small the gift is, the key is to give it what you like."

she explained.

She has confidence.

In the eyes of other landlords and wealthy people, what she drew on the paper was nothing more than a piece of waste paper that was too rough for wiping buttocks.

But Master Zuo will definitely like it!

Everything, wait and see.

Finally it was night.

The owner of Zuo Village sent a long-term worker from his family to invite Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang over.

Old Uncle Geng was also among those invited.

So they went to the owner Zuo's house together.

The owner's house on the left is a courtyard with two entrances.

The white walls, green tiles, and tall horse-head walls follow the typical Huizhou architectural style in this area of ​​Wanghai County.

Several people entered the yard.

The courtyard is very simple and rustic, a typical farmhouse courtyard.

It's just much more spacious than other homes.

In the yard, camphor trees are planted to prevent insects and moisture.

In the late spring night breeze, the scent of camphor trees is refreshing and makes people feel intoxicated.

The lights were on in the front hall, and the owner of the village was standing at the door of the hall.

Seeing Old Uncle Geng and others approaching, Master Zuo greeted them with a smile.

"Brother Luo, Miss Yang, please come to the house."

By the lights in the room, Yang Ruoqing saw that Master Zuo had changed his clothes.

The light blue robe outlines his tall and straight figure.

Her dark hair was pulled up, revealing her plump figure.

He has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a straight and high bridge of nose, and piercing eyes.

Xu had just taken a shower, and the earthy smell on his body was washed away, and he felt a fresh feeling all over his body.

He withdrew his gaze and followed Luo Fengtang and Old Geng Bo into the main room.

The main room in front of you is spacious and bright.

When you enter the door, you will see a portrait hanging in the middle of the hall.

It’s not a birthday girl, nor is it an auspicious landscape painting.

It is a portrait of an old man with a kind face and kind eyes, and his eyebrows are down to the ground.

On both sides of the portrait, couplets are inscribed.

‘The rules last forever, craftsmen ancestors,

Wonderful but learned by an artist.’

Horizontal batch: square, round and straight.

Below the portrait is a long table with offerings placed on it and incense burning in the incense burner.

Yang Ruoqing pondered the meaning of this couplet and guessed that the portrait was dedicated to the founder of carpentry in this era, right?

Luban?

have no idea.

This world is somewhat similar to ancient China, but there are some differences.

There is an Eight Immortals table next to the long table, and there are carved back chairs around the Eight Immortals table.

No matter it’s the polishing of the table corners or the intricate carvings of flowers, birds, insects, and fish on the backs of chairs.

Even the wooden holder for the candle on the table…

They all made her realize the charm of wood carving.

The owner of Zuo Village invited everyone to sit down, and the long-term worker at home made tea.

Then he, Luo Fengtang and old Uncle Geng were drinking tea and chatting.

Yang Ruoqing turned her head, her curious gaze couldn't help but glance over the furniture and furnishings.

It wasn't until Luo Fengtang touched her elbow lightly that she came back to her senses.

Only then did she realize that everyone's eyes were on her.

"Qing'er, Master Zuo is asking you something." Luo Fengtang reminded softly.

Yang Ruoqing was startled for a moment, then looked at Master Zuo and smiled.

"Sorry, I was busy admiring the home furnishings of the owner's house. I didn't hear clearly what the owner said. Could you please repeat it?"

She said it truthfully.

The owner of Zuo Village was slightly startled.

Apparently, she was a little surprised by her generous reaction.

The owner of Zuo Village immediately smiled and continued what he said before: "You two have come all the way here this time. You must have something to discuss."

"I, Zuo Junmo, am a straightforward person. If you two have anything to do, just say it."

"As long as I am capable, I will never refuse." He said.

Luo Fengtang habitually gave up the right to speak to Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled, and said to Zuo Junmo: "Master Zuo is a cheerful person, we admire him!"

"To be honest with Master Zuo, we came all the way here because we really have something to ask for."

"Master Zuo is so refreshing. We are not people who don't understand etiquette."

"This is our meeting gift to Master Zuo. Please take a look at it first."

"Master Zuo is satisfied, let's continue. How about that?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Zuo Junmo was startled again.

He always thought that this pretty little girl was a follower brought here by Brother Luo to show off.

Only now did I realize that it was this little girl who was talking about the problem!

Zuo Junmo's eyes narrowed slightly.

This little girl is very generous and not timid at all.

She speaks clearly and clearly, and she seems to be somewhat different from the other girls of the same age in the village.

While Zuo Junmo was stunned, Yang Ruoqing had already stood up.

Both hands brought a thin piece of paper to him.

Zuo Junmo suppressed the speculation in his heart, looked at Yang Ruoqing again, and then reached out and took the paper.
Chapter completed!