After she entered the book, she got the wrong script

Chapter 115 Detian Pavilion Restaurant

"It's so elegant, Mr. Bai wants to do business with students, right?"

Lin Yongyuan, who came to deliver the goods, asked while chatting with Old Carpenter Li at the door.

Carpenter Li looked at the shop with special tables and chairs, which looked more charming with satisfaction, and he couldn't help but smile from ear to ear. "Young master said that in the early stage, he will do business for students, and the nobles in the town will come in the future."

Lin Yongyuan showed a surprised expression.

"Will the nobles in the town come all the way to eat in this village?"

Although I know that Detian Pavilion is very bullish, but it is not so bullish, right?

"Mr. Bai said that as long as you are unique, people will come to find you if you hide in the mountains, so don't worry about it." As he spoke, Old Carpenter Li patted Lin Yongyuan on the shoulder, "I heard that your shop has been booming recently? Your father is happy It's broken, you, follow Mr. Bai and work hard, the benefits are still to come."

Lin Yongyuan hehe, it should be.

Don't talk about the future, there are a lot of benefits now--
Tang Huhu's propaganda started to take effect. The furniture he designed made money. Not only did his father stop scolding him for being opportunistic, but he also encouraged him to study new things with Mr. Bai more.

The set of furniture that Mr. Bai customized before is suitable for home use, and now this set is suitable for restaurants. Both sets have their own mysteries, which inspired him a lot.

In addition, the use of iron nails simplifies some designs, making furniture easier to manufacture and saving money, which is his favorite design style.

Li Zao sent small animal flower baskets woven by his grandma, Xiaosi Xiaoliang brought wild flowers picked from the mountains, a few daughter-in-laws put them together, and the restaurant was set up.

"It's almost there. After the plaque arrives in two days, we can arrange the opening." Da Ya said, looking at Lin Yongyuan, the old Li craftsman, "We have to try boiling the stove in the shop, let's stay for a light meal today. .”

Lin Yongyuan dawdled for a long time just waiting for this sentence, and immediately responded, laughing and saying:

"Today, I'm also lucky enough to try my eldest sister's cooking skills."

Two days later.

"Big Sister"

After school, Xiao Liang came to the food shop without even putting the book case home.

Xiao Si'er was instructing several young people to hang up the signboard of the food shop at the door, and saw Xiao Liang pointing to the signboard with a smile and asked, "Mr. Xiao Liang, what do you think?"

Xiao Liang looked up, and read aloud word by word, "Detian Pavilion"

And read the small words in gold below, "Xiaoxi Village No. Branch"

He nodded happily, "It's really impressive!"

Right, Xiao Si'er also showed a bit of pride, "I found the best plaque shop in the town to do the math."

Just as they were talking, a group of people came carrying long objects decorated with bright red silk, and their faces were full of joy.

Who in the village wants to have a happy event?

Never heard of it.

Here Xiaosier Xiaoliang was wondering, a middle-aged white and fat man walked towards the two of them with his arms crossed, "Congratulations."

The man came up and smiled and congratulated.

Xiaosi and Xiaoliang looked at each other.

"Who are you looking for?" Xiao Sier asked.

The fat white man didn't rush to answer, he looked up at the signboard, then turned his head to greet the waiter behind him, "Hurry up and bring the door link over to the two young masters."

The red silk was uncovered, revealing two wooden door couplets with gold letters on a red background. The words were flamboyant and magnificent, but unfortunately neither Xiao Si'er nor Xiao Liang could understand.

"This is?"

The fat white man smiled, "My son learned that Mr. Luo's family has a new store opening, so he specially ordered the younger one to send a congratulatory gift."

He said again, "My son's surname is Huang, and he is a student of Bailu College."

"Ah." Xiao Liang was stunned, "Is it for Brother Luo Jin?"

"Yes" the fat man responded and waved his hands, and the guys immediately stepped forward to install the door couplet.

Hey--
Xiao Si'er was hesitant to wait for Mr. Luo to come back and ask, but in the blink of an eye, the group of people quickly put on their feet.

He glanced blankly.

Not to mention, although the material of the wooden boards is slightly different, it still matches the Detian Pavilion sign above.

Scholars seem to like to send some words, paintings.
Xiao Si'er took back the refusal, and cupped his hands to express his gratitude, "When Mr. Luo comes back, we will definitely convey Mr. Huang's kindness."

In a spacious carriage on the side of the road not far away, Huang Qiuyang looked at the group of people who came back happily, and his heart was bleeding.

"Sister"

Huang Qiuyang shouted helplessly, "This is Mr. Feng's handwriting. Mr. Feng's handwriting is hard to find, but you got a pair of congratulatory couplets and hung them in a small country shop. Jealousy mad."

Today, Huang Xian'er, Huang Yu'er, and Huang Ling'er all came to join in the fun. Hearing this, the little girls looked at each other and giggled.

"It's just to make them jealous." Huang Ling'er said proudly with a small face.

Huang Qiuyang's eyes lit up, "Then sister, why don't you make others envy your brother?"

Don't look at Huang Qiuyang as an ordinary reader, but he really likes calligraphy and painting. When he learned that Huang Ling'er got Mr. Feng's calligraphy, he was overjoyed and thought that his sister was using it to repay him for his help.

Who thought he didn't have a place at all, my sister sent him away with a coral pen holder.

He is the son of Huang's patriarch, the first son of the house, what is missing?

Outrageous!

For some reason, he vaguely felt that it might be more appropriate to give this coral pen holder to Mr. Bai. Why don't he get acquainted with Mr. Bai first before he comes back?

The left and right couplets are barely placed in front of the food shop.

Good luck every year, everything goes well backgammon.

This Mr. Feng's handwriting is good, the poem is
Mr. Feng, who was far away in Yuandu, sneezed: Who?Who is talking about me again!
Huang Ling'er looked puzzled, and Huang Xian'er explained for her with a smile.

"Brother, Ling'er spent a lot of money to get these two treasures at the Treasure Appreciation Auction this time. If my brother wants it, I'm afraid he will have to wait until next year."

"Mr. Feng's writing may not be available next year!" Huang Qiuyang regretted, "It is said that the old man has stopped writing, and there are not many masterpieces."

"Why not?"

Huang Ling'er was puzzled, "This year's treasure appraisal auction in Yunzhou has it, and I heard from the shopkeeper that it will also be at the treasure treasure auction in Qingzhou this month."

Huang Qiuyang was taken aback.

"really?"

Huang Ling'er: "Why did I lie to my brother? If you don't believe me, you asked the managers of various shops to inquire about it."

When Huang Qiuyang went back, he found Butler Huang and asked him to inquire. The butler came back after a while.

"Master, it's true."

The butler said, "Jianbao Auction is the property of the Shen family, Minister of the Ministry of Industry. Last year, three pieces were auctioned. It is not known how many pieces will be auctioned this year, but people from the auction house revealed that Mr. Feng's calligraphy and paintings that were transferred to other states and counties by them There are ten."

Huang Qiuyang gasped.

"Are you sure it's Mr. Feng's name? Mr. Feng from Yuandu?"

The butler nodded with certainty, "Sure, it's Mr. Feng, a master of calligraphy and painting in Yuandu."

Huang Qiuyang: "."

Because he likes calligraphy and painting, Huang Qiuyang once visited Mr. Feng when he was in Yuandu, but was dismissed by the other party on the grounds that he was seriously ill and unable to meet the guests. After that, there was indeed no news of Mr. Feng's calligraphy and painting.

But now.
There were three paintings last year, and at least ten this year. Has Mr. Feng recovered his health and picked up his pen again?
Mr. Feng threw away the pen after writing the last stroke.

"Little son, this is trying to exhaust the old man to death."

The little boy smiled and took the written words aside to dry, then carefully put them into the box, and when he turned around, he saw Mr. Feng sitting back on the chair, curled up in a ball and looked even more chubby, he put away his smile and said seriously :
"Master, Xiao Shizi said that your illness is due to eating too much and being lazy. You have to exercise after taking the medicine. Don't be lazy."

Mr. Feng rolled his eyes.

"The only one who dares to say that the old man is lazy in this world is that brat."

The little boy came over to help, "The sun is just right outside, shall I take you for a walk in the garden?"

Mr. Feng opened the hand that came to support him angrily, "I have been writing all afternoon, and I have to go for a walk without giving me any food. This is abuse!"

The little boy glanced at the shadow of the tree outside, "It's not the time yet, I can't eat yet, if you're really hungry, eat some fruit."

As he spoke, he brought over the brocade lychee that was always on the round table beside him.

Master Feng's mouth instantly turned into a gourd with its mouth sawn.

This ghost thing, can people eat it?
Bitter than medicine, dare to call yourself a fruit!
Mr. Feng gave up struggling and let the little boy support him and went to the garden, but unfortunately the old servant came to report before he took two steps, saying that someone asked to see him.

"Master, your former student, surnamed Kang, came to Yuandu to visit you specially," said the old servant.

Mr. Feng used to have a lot of students. How could he remember who was surnamed Kang? Subconsciously, he wanted to refuse. When he caught the boy's words, he turned his eyes, "Students miss the teacher so much, how can I not see him?"

Kang Xuelin and a former classmate waited for a long time at the concierge.

After waiting for no one to come out for a long time, teacher Xindao, a classmate who has been in Yuandu, still did not see any visitors. He looked at Kang Xuelin and said with relief:

"Teacher is getting old, and his health is getting worse and worse. The teacher will know your mind when you know you have been here. Don't—"

Before he finished speaking, someone came out and extended his hand to please.

"You two please come with me, the master will come out after a little tidying up."

The classmate was stunned.

Why did you meet again?

Kang Xuelin had already thanked him for following him in, and his classmates hurriedly followed him, no matter what, it was rare to see the teacher, let's talk when we see him.

When Mr. Feng changed his clothes and came out quickly, he saw two middle-aged students with beards and drinking tea. He couldn't recognize them for a while, but he didn't show it, and walked to the chief seat to sit down naturally.

Kang Xuelin saluted and said excitedly: "Student Kang Xuelin, I pay my respects to the teacher."

Speech choked.

The classmates also looked excited, "Students hear the news and meet the teacher."

Um, can't remember.

Mr. Feng raised his hand, "Get up, you guys have changed a lot."

Kang Xuelin was taken aback when he heard the news, and looked at each other.

Wen Xinzhi smiled awkwardly, "Having not seen the teacher for more than ten years, the students have indeed changed."

The conversation feels weird.

Kang Xuelin looked at Mr. Feng, and saw that although Mr. Feng had lost some weight, his complexion was ruddy, his eyes were clear, and his movements were powerful, so he couldn't help but sigh with emotion:
"After more than ten years, the students are getting old, but the teachers are the same as before, and there has not been a big change."

Mr. Feng waved his hand, and after a few polite words with them, he looked at Wen Xinzhi, "Xinzhi, you have to pay attention to your body, it's not good to be too fat."

Wen Xinzhi paused, not understanding why the teacher suddenly paid attention to his fatness.

It's not that he's getting fat now, he's always been fat!

Wen Xinzhi smiled.

"Thank you teacher for your concern. Students will pay more attention in the future."

Elderly people can't help but talk about health sutras with others. Mr. Feng resisted the urge and just asked his servants to bring the panjin lychee, "New knowledge, this is good for obesity, as a teacher." Just give it to you, remember to eat less and eat more in the future, walk a hundred steps after meals, and live to 99."

Wen Xinzhi was flattered, and took the panjin lychee with a face of gratitude, "Thank you, teacher, disciple!"

Here, Wen Xinzhi was still immersed in the teacher's sudden concern, while Kang Xuelin talked about something that worried him.

"Teacher, the students have heard that there are people selling calligraphy and paintings at high prices in your name, teacher. Does the teacher know about this?"

Mr. Feng was still immersed in the joy of not having to eat brocade lychee today, he didn't realize it for a moment, and after a while, he let out an ah, and asked:

"High price? How high?"

It seemed that the teacher didn't know about this, and Kang Xuelin showed a bit of anger on his face:

"The auction house bids, and the highest bidder wins. It is said that the highest bid was 3 taels."

Mr. Feng was stunned.

What he gave Xiao Shizi was just handwriting. As a reward for medical treatment and medicine, he could sell it for 3 taels?
(End of this chapter)