The old man in front of him had a clear face, he was wearing a round-necked large-sleeved shirt, a square flat towel on his head, and his long beard fluttered gently in the breeze. His eyes are calm and kind, and the wrinkles on his face seem to reveal the light of extraordinary wisdom.
Tang Shi stared at him blankly, and Tang Feng and Tang Song also came to Tang Shi's side, looking at them in confusion.
Zheng Chongqian took a step forward and said, "Tang boy, seven days have passed, how is the old man's eighteen bachelors doing?"
"Junior, go get it now." Tang Shi ran to the back of the yard and moved the camellia he had grown so delicately to Zheng Chonggan's face. Zheng Chonggan's eyes immediately widened, "How is this possible?"
This is really God! The camellia, which was originally so ruined, has now become so fresh and beautiful, which is even more captivating than before! The white petals bloomed in layers, and the flower shape was elegant and delicate, graceful and generous, Zheng Chongqian was so overjoyed that he squatted there and didn't want to move away.
The old man surnamed Yuan was also happy to see the hunter. Although he still took care of his demeanor in front of outsiders, the eyes that were originally filled with the light of wisdom seemed to be glued to the camellia, which made Tang Shi, who was watching, secretly laugh in his heart. .
He knew that it must be incredible in the eyes of others that he raised Camellia so perfectly, but this was also the capital that Tang Shi wanted to take advantage of. No matter what era, the things that nobles love must be extremely profitable. What he wants to do is to make these people willing to give him the money in their pockets. And this camellia was his first step.
The Daqi State emphasizes literature over martial arts. The literati's preferences have always been able to lead the trend, but what do the literati like? Yellow and white things? Of course, everyone likes this kind of thing, but the literati will only like it in their hearts. They think this kind of thing is too vulgar to put their mouths on their mouths. They like to make money while improving their own style. , earn fame and fortune through elegant things.
Otherwise, why would there be so-and-so's hard-to-find characters? So-and-so's paintings are priceless? And those things that are sought after by literati, such as this top-quality camellia, are also priceless.
The literati brought up this ethos, then those upstarts who wanted to enhance their connotations would naturally spend money to decorate their facades, which is called arty.
Silver, earned, fame, and easy possession. Maybe Zheng Chongqian really likes camellias, but what makes him so obsessed is more because of the kind of spiritual needs this flower can bring him. In vulgar terms, it is vanity. Heart.
What Tang Shi wanted to grasp was their spiritual needs.
"Actually, since I was a child, I have felt close to flowers and plants, and I seem to be able to perceive their pain or something... Uh, I can't really tell, this feeling is very mysterious." Tang Shi half-truthed stated the reason. The reason why he dared to say this is entirely because there are legends of capable people and sages in this world, which belong to the acceptance category of ordinary people. It is not an exaggeration to call this mysterious feeling a talent.
Chen Hong was interested, and Dan Feng's eyes widened, "Can you really communicate with these flowers and plants? Then do you know what this camellia is thinking now?"
Tang Feng and Tang Song also looked at Tang Shi's serious nonsense in amazement. In their eyes, Tang Shi was just talking nonsense.
Tang Shi's round eyes curved into two crescents, matched with his round bun face, looking quite innocent and cute, "I can't do this, I can only roughly know what their needs are."
The old man surnamed Yuan stroked his beard and nodded, smiled kindly: "Everything has spirituality. It is rare for Tang Xiaoyou to have such a talent. This is indeed the blessing of plants and trees!"
Tang Shi showed a shy look at the right time, and smiled shyly, "Master Yuan has won the prize."
Tang Shi felt that these people were not stupid. Instead of hiding it, it was better to reveal a little "talent" generously, so that they could take it for granted.
"Uncle, can we go home now?" Tang Song tugged at Tang Shi's sleeve and asked in a low voice.
"Wait a minute," Tang Shi squeezed his hand, and then said to Zheng Chongqian, the nympho squatting on the ground, "Master Zheng, the flowers have been raised, and we should go home."
Zheng Chongqian remained motionless and said nothing.
Chen Jiangui couldn't stand it any longer, and gave Chen Hong a look. Chen Hong understood, he reached out and grabbed Zheng Chongqian's arm and shook it vigorously, "Grandpa Zheng!"
Zheng Chongqian woke up suddenly and stared at Chen Hong, "Little bastard, don't disturb me looking at the flowers!"
Chen Hong pointed to Tang Shi, "Grandpa Zheng, Tang Shi is going home."
Zheng Chongqian was stunned for a moment, then stood up and said puzzled: "I heard you say that you will be returning home tomorrow, just outside the door, why have you changed your mind?"
Tang Shi replied obediently: "I thought that Mr. Zheng would only come to see the flowers tomorrow, but I didn't expect to come today. Since the flowers have been returned, we should go back."
"It's getting late, why don't you stay overnight?" Chen Jiangui advised, "It's not safe for you three children to walk at night."
"Yeah, yeah!" Chen Hong hooked Tang Shi's shoulders and whispered in his ear, "It's dangerous to walk at night, you'd better go back tomorrow morning, I'll be with you then, just to protect you. "
Chen Jiangui obviously heard it, and grabbed Chen Hong, "Don't make trouble."
Chen Hong pursed his lips in dissatisfaction.
Tang Shi smiled and shook his head, "I want to see my parents earlier." Actually, it was dark to commit crimes.
Zheng Chongqian waved his hand, "The old man sent someone to send you back, so don't walk back."
Tang Shi was grateful and quickly thanked.
The Zheng family was rich and powerful, and directly sent people to take the three Tang Shi to the entrance of Tangjia Village by horse-drawn carriage.
After the three of Tang Shi got off the car, the driver took out a small cloth bag and said expressionlessly, "This is the reward given by the master."
Tang Shi took it naturally and smiled, "Thank you."
The coachman turned silently and drove back in the carriage.
At this time, it was already dark, because the villagers of Tangjia Village generally fell asleep at night and basically could not light the lights, so the entire Tangjia Village was drowned in the darkness.
"Uncle," Tang Song clung to Tang Shi's sleeves and pressed them very close, "It's so dark."
Tang Shi hung a small bag of rewards on his belt and held one in one hand. Tang Feng whispered awkwardly, "I'm not afraid of the dark."
Tang Shi pretended not to hear, and continued to walk towards his house with the two of them. On the way back, they passed a field. Tang Shi slowed down next to a field, and then left as if nothing had happened.
There are a few local dogs in the village. Generally speaking, they will bark when there is movement at night, but they have been in the village for a long time in Tang Shi, but they have been silent.
The three finally came to the door of Lao Tang's house. They thought that the old Tang's house was also asleep, but they didn't expect that the door of the old Tang's house was ajar, and the lights were still on in the room, and there seemed to be people arguing inside.
Tang Shi pushed open the courtyard door, saw the scene in the main room, and sneered in his heart, this Li Yuan is really haunted!