Under the bamboo shade of mangosteen, there are three beautiful purple sika deer, two large and one small. Daddy deer is looking into the distance, while Mother deer and the little deer are bowing their heads to find food with peace of mind.

Xiaoxiao stopped unconsciously: "The Wen family sent the gardening deer so quickly?" And the Lu family had three, which was really suitable for placing it in the Zhuli Pavilion as a mascot.

Xiao Dier said on the side: "I heard early this morning that the Wen family sent someone to send gifts. It seems that there are several things!"

This time the rose banquet made the Wen family famous in Kyoto and benefited greatly in business. The Wen family naturally thanked Xiaoxiao, the chief designer of the rose banquet.

Xiaoxiao remembered that at the end of the banquet, the big red envelope of tens of thousands of taels of silver that Uncle Wen gave him was precisely these silver that allowed him to have financial support for several of his current businesses.

This time, several gifts were sent. It seemed that they were given by other members of the Wen family. Xiaoxiao looked at the purple gardening deer made by Wen Sange again. For a moment, he felt that these beautiful gardening styles could be used in his "photo studio" and every time he thought of buying the expensive but worthwhile garden a few days ago, he felt like a dream.

When Xiaoxiao took a brisk step back to Zhuli Pavilion, Shanniang was packing the potted flowers in the corridor. Xiaoxiao walked over and looked at two of the red small heather trees: "The red leaves of these heathers are so beautiful!"

"This is what your father has moved back, so we can use it when the beginning of autumn." Shanniang used a bamboo watering can to water these vermilion leaves.

"For the Beginning of Autumn?" Xiaoxiao didn't know whether the Beginning of Autumn in the ancients was a festival.

Shan Niang looked at her daughter with a little affection: "I didn't spend the beginning of autumn well in the past few years, but I just drank red bean rice and fooled it."

Xiaoxiao was very curious: "What do you do with these red leaves in the beginning of autumn? Could it be that the dogwood was inserted in a small cloth bag and then worn on your arms like the Double Ninth Festival?"

Ci Gu smiled and explained: "According to the Song system, on the beginning of autumn, both men and women should wear elm leaves. Because elm and autumn are homophonic, it can be regarded as the order of the four seasons. In this dynasty, more people used silver hairpins or wooden hairpins to insert them on the temples with red leaves of heather to carve fruits, which indicates the prosperity of the harvest."

The ancients really knew how to enjoy it. The solar term of the beginning of autumn was so grand.

Shan Niang stroked the top of her daughter's head: "A few years ago, there were no elm trees in our yard, and we couldn't even buy red heather trees, so we saved all these interesting rules. After returning to Kyoto this year, the old lady must have lived the Beginning of Autumn with everyone."

"As grandfather attaches great importance to farming, he must also attach great importance to the Beginning of Autumn."

"As the saying goes, 'Everything is harvested in July, and everything is lost in June'. This year's beginning of autumn is exactly in July, so the old man must be happy!" Ci Gu smiled, "Now I only hope that the day of the beginning of autumn will be a sunny day!"

"How to say it on sunny days? It must be another agricultural proverb!" Xiaoxiao's curiosity has been aroused by these customs of the Beginning of Autumn.

Ci Gu grew up in a farm when she was a child, so she still knows these farm proverbs well: "There is a saying that 'Thunder and autumn are half harvesting in winter', which means that when it comes to thunder and rain on the day of the beginning of autumn, the harvest of this year will be reduced by half; there is also a saying that 'The beginning of autumn is clear, the farmer will not work hard', which means that if the day of the beginning of autumn is clear, the weather will be good in the second half of the year and the grain will be abundant."

When Shan Niang heard this, she said unconsciously: "When I was a child, I often heard my father talk about farming, but it was like 'Three rains in the beginning of autumn, and rice turned into rice', and she also said 'The rain in the beginning of autumn is soaking, and gold is everywhere.' According to Lanxi, it was good to rain on the beginning of autumn."

"This is the difference between the climate in the north and south!" Xiaoxiao nodded, feeling that he had gained some knowledge today.

Since the two pots of red heather trees were brought back by my father, then my father must have come back: "Where is my father? Why can't I see others?"

"Sitting alone in the study room." Shan Niang said, as if she knew her husband wanted to be alone, so she didn't bother.

"Can I go in and take a look?" Xiaoxiao looked at the window of the study room in the east. A few thin purple bamboos in the small patio reflected in front of the window, making the windows of the bamboo mountain more and more clear and shady.

It happened that a girl brought the tea, and Shanniang said, "Let the girl bring it in."

When Xiaoxiao brought tea to the study, she saw her father facing a picture on the table.

Xiaoxiao walked over, which was the painting he showed to his father two days ago, "Listening to the Qin in Zhulian Pavilion".

The woman in the picture is playing the piano. Behind her is a cluster of green banana trees and beside her is a skinny rockery. The woman is playing the piano in her hands, but her eyes are distracted and she looks to a faraway place.

"What are she thinking?" Qifan asked.

"You're thinking of a bad idea." Xiaoxiao didn't plan to hide it while facing her father.

"I don't remember having such a girl at home." Qifan's expression was so serious that he had never seen before. Since he heard his daughter telling her about the girl Maoyaner the night before, his mood has become very complicated.

Especially when Xiaoxiao fell off such a high ladder, it was the first time Qifan heard that whenever he thought of this thing in the past two days, his heart would be tightly gripped, both heartache and self-blame.

What's even more uncomfortable is that Shan Niang was probably afraid that she would worry about her. Such a big thing happened at home, so she never revealed a word to herself.

Qifan clenched his fists, and for the first time he felt that as a husband and father, he was so incompetent that he could not even protect the safety of women and children.

"She has only worked at Zhaozhou's home for half a year and is a girl in the needle and thread room. How could her father have seen her?" Xiaoxiao sat down and poured a cup of Yunwu tea for his father.

Qifan looked at the light green tea soup in the glass cup, and his eyes were dyed by the tea soup, and dark green appeared in the darkness: "Jijia also makes tea."

"I heard from Xizi that this is said to be made in black tea."

Qifan didn't expect that his daughter had already obtained such information: "What else did Xiaoxiao ask for?"

Xiaoxiao tells the situation he learned: "Ji Dainian started his career in Yunnan as a Yunnan Red. His ancestors have been authentic Yunnan people for generations. It has only been two or three years since their family moved to Kyoto. Yoshi Dainian's original wife passed away last year and left behind a pair of children. It is said that the daughter has already started a family and the son has grown up. Yoshi Dainian married a housekeeper in May this year. The new wife's family is the Xin family, which runs teahouses in Kyoto. The Xin family has been in Kyoto for ten years and has opened four large teahouses in the city. The business is quite prosperous, but Boss Xin is very low-key. In addition to the chamber of commerce activities that must be participated in, he rarely interacts with people in the business district. Therefore, people do not know much about the family affairs of the Xin family, and even the few young masters and girls in the Xin family are not very clear about."

"But in just a few days, it is not easy for Xiaoxiao to find these." Qifan took a sip of Qingqing tea.

"It's a pity that the clues were broken when I found out the Xin family." Xiaoxiao held his chin and looked at the painting on the table. The person on the painting was Xin Ran, the person in Zhaozhou was Maoyaner, Xin Ran and Maoyaner. What is their intersection?

"Boss Xin is from Longquan, Zhejiang, and his family is still burning Longquan kiln. It is said that there are kiln factories in Xiaobai and Wutongkou." Qifan's eyes fell on the green water bowl on the desk. The Pisces pattern with the applique and the thick and plump color are exactly the porcelain of an authentic Longquan kiln.

Xiaoxiao said: "In recent years, Longquan Kiln has been on a downward trend, far from being popular with wealthy families. Ordinary people often only use coarse porcelain, slowly making Longquan Kiln in an awkward position. Those kilns that burn Longquan Kiln have gradually broken the jars and made them more and more rough. In such a vicious cycle, Longquan Kiln will no longer flourish."

Qifan once again looked at his daughter with admiration: "Xiaoxiao actually has research on burning kilns."

"My mother always wanted to open a kiln factory. I often flipped over two pages of her books, and I remembered it if I read too much." Xiaoxiao said: Longquan Kiln started in the Three Kingdoms and Jin Dynasties, flourished in the Song and Yuan Dynasties, fell in the Ming Dynasties, and ended in the Qing Dynasties. It was not that I was so profound, but that my mother also liked to read these books about porcelain in her previous life. Sometimes she would talk to Xiaoxiao when she was intrigued. Now, my mother might have the ideal at that time to open a kiln factory, although she didn't dare to think about it.

"Boss Xin's teahouse also sells porcelain tea utensils from Longquan Kiln. It is said that those utensils are rare and have a certain audience." Qifan said.

Xiaoxiao looked at the water bowl on the table with a little eyes, and extremely suspected that it was what his father bought from Xin's teahouse.

"It is said that Mrs. Xin's family was a scholar, so her family education was extremely strict. She trained her two daughters to become veritable ladies of the family," Qifan hung the painting on the table on the wall, squinted his eyes and looked at the woman in the painting. "It is said that one of the daughters was adopted by the Xin family."

"What is the identity of the adopted daughter? It will never pop out of the crack of the stone." Xiaoxiao did not expect that a small cat's eye would actually lead to such complicated things.

"This is unknown. Maybe it was because the girl who adopted a relative's family, or maybe the girl he bought or picked up. I heard that she was raised by Mrs. Xin since childhood."

Xiaoxiao expressed his confusion again: "Holding to Mrs. Xin proves that her family tutor is very good, and...Miss Xin is only seventeen or eighteen years old and has a pretty face. How could she marry a widower like Ji Dainian! Ji Dainian's daughters are married, so she should be very old!"

Suddenly I felt that it was inappropriate to discuss such things with my dad.

Qifan didn't think anything and continued to discuss the "case": "Xin Ji and his wife went out together, and Ji Dainian saved Xin Zhenyuan's life. Perhaps many years later, in order to thank his husband, Xin Zhenyuan married his adopted daughter to him to fill in the house."

Oh my God, dad, you didn’t have any kindness back then?
Chapter completed!