The next day, after the two had breakfast at the inn, Zheng Shu came to pick them up and found that the house had been cleaned up everywhere.
Aunt Liu came forward and said that they had steamed some buns and porridge this morning, and that she would pickle some side dishes so that they could eat them with the porridge in the morning. She also asked Wang Yu what he wanted to eat for lunch today.
Wang Yu asked her to ask Cheng Chen and ask him what she eats and cooks in the future, and to ask Cheng Chen to pay for the kitchen purchases. Wang Yu gave all the remaining money to Cheng Chen, intending to teach Cheng Chen to keep accounts.
The two returned to the main house. On the left side of the main house was the sleeping area. There was a carved bed with a bed curtain, a wardrobe and a dressing table next to it, and a couch under the window. It was separated from the dining and reception area in the middle by a flower cover. The flower cover was painted with the three friends of winter: plum, bamboo and pine. There were hollow patterns on the left and right sides. The middle area where people passed through was decorated with curtains to block the view.
The right side is also separated by a flower cover. There is a couch and a set of tables and chairs inside, which can be used as a study. A set of bookcases is also needed, and I will build one later. The side rooms on both sides can be used as warehouses for the time being.
The wing rooms on the left and right sides of the courtyard are similar to the main house, but a little smaller. They can be used to live in when Chen Yanwen and his friends arrive.
Cheng Chen packed up the clothes he brought back and put them in the closet. He placed some of his hairbands and jewelry on the dressing table. He sat in front of the dressing table and looked at himself in the bronze mirror. The bronze mirror reflected him very clearly and the things in the house. It felt unreal. He never thought that one day he would be able to live in such a big and nice house.
Wang Yu looked at Cheng Chen who had been sitting at the dressing table, walked over and hugged him and asked him what he was thinking about. Cheng Chen thought about a lot of things, but the most was about her husband, so she said, "I think about my husband."
Wang Yu took advantage of the situation and picked him up, put him on his lap and kissed the corner of his mouth. Since her husband said he missed her, she had to express it, so she kissed him again.
How could her husband hug her like this in broad daylight? Cheng Chen shyly buried her head in Wang Yu's neck. Wang Yu also knew that her husband was shy, so she just rubbed his back and looked at the few things on the dressing table. She thought that her husband still didn't have enough jewelry and would have to buy more in the future.
For lunch, Aunt Liu made a fish dish, a steamed pork ribs dish, and a vegetable dish. The food tasted good and the quantity was just enough for two people.
After resting in the afternoon, Wang Yu got up and wrote letters to his family and Cheng Yanwen and told them the addresses. After finishing the letter, he asked Zheng Shu to send it to the post station and have someone send it back. There were official post stations in every place in Dali. The post stations could not only deliver letters but also mail things, similar to modern express stations.
At night, the two of them lay on the new bed. The bed was much bigger than the one at home, so they could roll around however they wanted. However, Wang Yu still felt more comfortable holding her husband in her arms. She stroked her husband's back and thought to herself that Achen had grown up, and they had to get ready for this.
On the second day, Wang Yu took Cheng Chen to visit the city. The major districts and streets in the city were very lively, but today he decided to take Cheng Chen to visit Nanjiang. Nanjiang runs through the city and the river transportation is very developed. There are several docks.
In spring, the riverside is very lively and crowded with merchant ships due to the developed river transportation. The willows on the riverside have begun to sprout new buds. Wang Yu pulled Cheng Chen along the river bank.
"This river is so big! That boat is so big too!" Cheng Chen exclaimed. These were scenes that Cheng Chen had never seen before.
The Nanjiang River is indeed very large, with an endless stream of ships sailing on the river. Going further, you will reach the famous Yangui Tower in Shangyong Prefecture. The layered eaves and staggered eaves design make it appear to be flying visually.
Many tourists and students go up to the tower to enjoy the view. The Yangui Tower has five floors in total. Climbing to the top floor, you can enjoy the magnificent view of the Nanjiang River.
Wang Yu held Cheng Chen's hand and walked towards Yangui Tower, and then went up to the top floor one floor at a time.
Standing upstairs and gazing at this scene, he felt for a moment how similar this was to the Yangtze River in his previous life. He had also climbed the Yellow Crane Tower and seen the Yangtze River flowing through the city. He couldn't help but recite a poem: "A lone sail fades into the blue sky, leaving only the Yangtze River flowing across the horizon."
"Brother, this poem is good. Why is the Nanjiang River called the Yangtze River?" He thought that this was a poem written by Wang Yu out of inspiration.
Wang Yu suddenly heard a voice in his ear. He turned around and saw two men dressed as scholars looking at him. Wang Yu smiled and said, "This was not done by me."
The person on the other side was surprised and asked, "Who did this? We have never heard of it."
Wang Yu thought, of course you haven't heard of it. Li Bai isn't from this time and space, so he could only lie and say, "I just happened to see it in a book. The poet is called Li Bai."
In fact, Li Bai's poem is not suitable for the Nanjiang River where merchant ships are constantly coming and going. Wang Yu was just lamenting that the Nanjiang River is similar to the Yangtze River.
"Brother, what's your name? My name is Cui Hao, and this is my cousin Xiao Ming. May I ask if there are any other poems like this?" Cui Hao pulled Xiao Ming over and bowed to Wang Yu.
"My name is Wang Yu, and I have another poem to go on. My old friend bids farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower and descends to Yangzhou in the fireworks of March."
Cui Hao recited it silently and said, "It's a good poem, but where is the Yellow Crane Tower? Where is Yangzhou? I've never heard of it before."
Wang Yu could only shake his head, indicating he didn't know. Actually, the most famous poem about the Yellow Crane Tower was Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower." Wang Yu suddenly thought, "Isn't that man also called Cui Hao? I just wonder if his pen name is the same. What a coincidence!" Wang Yu decided to tell him about the poem as well, and said, "There's another one in the book. I wonder if Brother Cui would be interested?"
When Cui Hao heard this, he was very interested and quickly asked Wang Yu to speak out.
The ancients have gone away on the yellow crane, leaving only the Yellow Crane Tower here.
The yellow crane has gone away and will never return, and the white clouds float in the sky for thousands of years.
The clear river reveals the trees of Hanyang, and the fragrant grass covers the Parrot Island.
Where is my hometown at dusk? The misty river makes me sad.
Cui Hao clapped his hands after hearing this, and exclaimed that it was a good poem.
How could this poem be bad? Even the great poet Li Bai said he could not surpass it. Wang Yu said, "It is fate that I met Brother Cui. The author of this poem is also called Cui Hao."
Cui Hao looked at Wang Yu in surprise, wondering why he had never heard of him before. He asked, "Are there any other poems? Do you know this person?"
Wang Yu thought that it was impossible for people to recognize it. The poem was indeed still there, but it would be inappropriate to take it out again. After all, it was not something from this era. He could only shake his head.
Cui Hao felt a little regretful after hearing this, but he still bowed to Wang Yu and said, "It is a great honor to hear these two poems today. I would like to thank you, Brother Wang. I will copy them down when I return."
Cui Hao is a poetry fanatic. He came to Yangui Tower today to hear whether the students who came to enjoy the scenery had any poems inspired by their feelings. However, he did not expect to receive such good poems today, and he was very happy.
After saying goodbye to Cui Hao and the others, Wang Yu and Cheng Chen also prepared to go back.
Cheng Chen had a lot of fun today. The buildings in the city are all three or four stories high, not to mention the five-story Yangui Tower. Standing on it, you can overlook the entire Nanjiang River and the city, and see the houses scattered in various blocks and streets, and the endless stream of pedestrians on the streets.
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