Need for money

When he was at Qianlixiang Restaurant this morning, Zheng Jianqiu sent a sergeant to deliver a letter, and happened to help Lin Jingzhi out of the siege, but he didn't expect to send someone to deliver another letter just after noon.

'Could it be that something important happened, so Zheng Jianqiu was in a hurry to see me? 'I read the letter in my hand twice back and forth. There is no big difference from the content of the previous letter, but I changed the time to be more accurate, saying that I will be a guest at Lin's house tomorrow.

The chief steward stood aside, seeing the puzzled expression on his master's face, he asked, "Second Master, what was written in the letter?"

"It's nothing. Mr. Zheng just corrected that he will visit Lin's residence in two days, and he will come to visit Lin's residence tomorrow."

The chief steward frowned when he heard the words, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Actually, judging from the current situation, it is considered a good thing that Mr. Zheng came to visit the mansion in advance."

In the early morning, Lin Jingzhi had a falling out with Wang Meng, so Zheng Jianqiu came to Los Angeles early to dispel the doubts of Wang Meng and those wealthy businessmen.

In this way, it is indeed a good thing, otherwise, if Zheng Jianqiu has not come in a few days, Wang Meng and others will definitely think that the Lin family has deliberately made up a lie and threatened them with the name of the Zheng family. The situation is not good.

"Well, what you said is also reasonable." Lin Jingzhi responded, and let the chief executive back down. Anyway, he couldn't guess what happened, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

He asked his servants to fetch pen and ink, and in front of Tang Yuxiang and Aunt Yu, he wrote the four big characters of "Shuiyue Xiaoxie" on the smooth surface of the marble.

Although Tang Yuxiang didn't have much research on fonts, she still said after reading it: "Second Master's calligraphy is smooth and full of strength. They are indeed rare and good characters, but they are not suitable for the occasion."

Lin Jingyi was taken aback, and then patted his forehead. This is the back garden, a good place to watch the beautiful scenery, enjoy the moon and talk about poetry. It's really a bit strange to write such hard-handed big characters.

After taking the cotton cloth and wiping off the ink that hadn't dried up on the marble surface, Lin Jingzhi said, "Well, what Yu Xiang said is that my font is too rigid, and it's really not suitable for writing in such a romantic place."

"How about you write it?" After Lin Jingzhi said, he put the cotton cloth in his hand aside and looked at Tang Yuxiang.

Tang Yuxiang said repeatedly: "No, the handwriting written by my concubine is not good-looking."

There are only three masters here, and Lin Jingzhi knew that Aunt Yu couldn't read a few words, so he said: "It's okay, you can write it and try it, if it really doesn't look good, wipe them for my husband."

While talking, Lin Jingzhi forcibly pulled Tang Yuxiang closer to the marble, and forced the brush into Tang Yuxiang's hand. Seeing that Tang Yuxiang couldn't refuse, she had to roll up a piece of sleeve, stood on a wooden chair, and wrote first big letter.

Tang Yuxiang used to learn to write from Xu Xiucai. Xu Xiucai has read and written for decades, so the calligraphy is naturally not much worse. Because it is a woman, Tang Yuxiang's calligraphy is self-contained. One body, the brushwork is exquisite and delicate, and it looks very soft. The only fly in the ointment is that the strokes of the font have too few changes, and they are a little blunt.

But Tang Yuxiang is not a master of calligraphy, so naturally he cannot be compared with Lin Jingzhi.

After Tang Yuxiang finished writing, Lin Jingzhi clapped his hands and said, "Well, yes, the writing is quite good."

Tang Yuxiang is a self-aware person. When she heard the compliment from the cheap husband-in-law, she blushed and said hastily: "Second Master, don't laugh at my concubine. Compared with the words you wrote, the words "concubine" are like a child's random words." It's just graffiti."

Lin Jingzhi reads well, and his handwriting is not bad. As far as the current level is concerned, he already has the demeanor of a calligrapher. He stretched out his hand and helped Tang Yuxiang jump off the chair. He said: "Yuxiang You don’t have to be self-effacing anymore, you’ve already written very well, in my opinion, let the engraver use your characters as a mold and engrave it on it.”

Tang Yuxiang was still waiting to refuse, but Lin Jingzhi ignored it, beckoned for a servant, and sent him out of the mansion to find a sculptor.

It was late at this time, so Lin Jingzhi and his two daughters were sitting in the gazebo in the back garden for dinner.

There are not many dishes, only two meat and three vegetables, plus a pot of crucian carp soup.

"Second Master, your bones have been ill for too long, so you need to eat more nourishing meals. This crucian carp soup is quite good." Because Lin Jingzhi refused to let the second daughter serve the meal, Tang Yuxiang and Aunt Yu sat down together , took the porcelain bowl, Tang Yuxiang thoughtfully helped Lin Jingzhi scoop a bowl of fish soup, and handed it over.

After receiving the fish soup, Lin Jingzhi obediently drank half a bowl.

Aunt Yu saw that Lin Jingzhi and Tang Yuxiang had a friendly conversation, and they were very familiar, as if deliberately showing off the love between husband and wife in front of her. Put it into Lin Jingzhi's bowl, babbled, but couldn't say anything.

Since she was a child, she has always done what she has directly, and she doesn't like to talk, like Tang Yuxiang's warm and caring words, she has goose bumps all over her body before she can say them.

"Yu'er, you can eat too." Seeing that Aunt Yu also cared about his own body, Lin Jingzhi was overjoyed. For the first time, he felt that being sick is actually quite good, and he also knew that for those who are reticent and not good at expressing concern For Aunt Yu, being able to serve him food shows that she really cares about him.

After all, he also picked up a piece of mutton and handed it over.

Aunt Yu was holding the porcelain bowl, without dodging, she put the piece of mutton into her own bowl.

Quickly glanced at the smiling Lin Jingzhi, she lowered her head again, then picked up the meat with bamboo chopsticks, and put it into her ruddy mouth.

Tang Yuxiang also graciously served Aunt Yu a bowl of fish soup. Seeing that she still ignored her, she smiled wryly, then turned her head and looked at Lin Jingzhi again, "Second Master, from today on, you remember Dinner must be eaten at the mansion, I plan to cook some medicinal meals for you every day to nourish your body."

"No need, look, my body is much better now, and don't you want to refine medicine recently? You are also very busy, and you should pay more attention to your own body."

Tang Yuxiang and Aunt Yu obviously disagreed with Lin Jingzhi's point of view. They both shook their heads, and it was Tang Yuxiang who said, "Second Master, your body has been ill for too long, and your vitality has been damaged. You can't do it for three or five years. It is impossible to fully recover, you are now internally deficient, and you can't see it on the surface, but if you don't pay more attention on weekdays, you will easily get sick, so let my concubine use herbal medicine to supplement you every day."

It's a good thing to have a lovely wife who waits on you every day, so Lin Jingzhi didn't object again.

The three of them sat around together, eating very warmly, but after Lin Jingzhi glanced at Aunt Yu again, he was taken aback. Seeing that Aunt Yu was looking at him, she turned her head to one side in a little panic. The little hand on the sleeve loosened a little effortlessly, and the cloth shirt wrapped on it slipped off, and the exposed skin of the little hand was covered with blood one after another, big and small, of different shades. hole.