Yan Lang was busy until Miss Ming came back and it was not until it came to an end. Miss Ming sent a telegram in Pingcheng before, and Yan Lang had already started to make arrangements in Rongcheng.

When Ms. Ming took the train all the way back to Rongcheng, Yan Lang and several other partners only needed to secretly purchase various equipment and instruments from abroad through their respective channels.

When Yan Lang was abroad, he often went into corners and there were many friends living in the dark night. The task that belonged to him was soon finalized.

At this time, Yan Lang finally had a leisure time waiting for the equipment and equipment to clear up.

"Tomorrow, go to Nanshan Tea Garden. It's time to start pruning branches and leaves for the tea trees. Dad asked me to go over and watch."

The tea picking season in May just passed. In order to ensure that better tea leaves can be produced in the next new birth cycle, tea trees during the middle age need to be lightly pruned.

Nanshan Tea Garden is the "real evidence" for the Yan family to firmly hold the title of the number one tea merchant in Jiangnan. In previous years, no matter how busy he was, Master Yan would take the time to live there for a while.

This time, Master Yan handed over this matter to Yan Lang, which also valued and trusted him very much.

Nanshan is located in a place east of Rongcheng far away from the suburbs, and follows the source of Xinhu water. That place is Nanshan - Nanshan is the end of Xinhu water source.

Nanshan Tea Garden was bought by the Yan family for a lot of effort. The reason why Xinhu Lake has special water quality is because there are special substances in the soil at the source of the water flow - Yan Lang's guess after pondering it.

In short, the tea produced in Nanshan Tea Garden is the imperial special grade.

The ancestors of the Yan family left a legally meaningful suicide note that must be followed, that is, the Nanshan Tea Garden cannot be sold. This is their root. One day the family will fall into decline and this place will become their cornerstone.

More than half a month has passed since marriage, and half of May and June have passed, and the weather is getting warmer.

There are mountain springs in the south mountain, and there is only one tea garden in the Yan family on the mountain. The whole mountain is separated from the secular world and has beautiful scenery. Yan Lang thought of taking Rong Qian over, which is also considered to be a place where no one disturbed him to spend his honeymoon.

Rong Qian asked Yan Lang to sit down, took a towel on his head, and wiped his head while thinking, "How long will it take? Sister Yi said that she would be ready to ask me to go to Cuipingyuan for sketching when she was busy."

Sister Yi is Mingyi, that is, Miss Ming. Because there are other girls in the Ming family, Rong Qian called it "Sister Yi".

After Rong Qian got to know Miss Ming, she changed her name, one is Rong and the other is Yi, and her relationship is very close.

When Rong Qian was at home, she only learned traditional Chinese paintings in China. After making friends with Miss Ming, Rong Qian began to come into contact with Western paintings. She suddenly realized that Western paintings were not as vulgar as those old men said.

I can only say that each has its own advantages, one emphasizes spiritual charm, and the other emphasizes fantasy, creation and realistic. Rong Qian still likes it very much at present.

Rong Qian was interested, and Yan Lang also bought her a complete set of Western painting tools. Recently, Rong Qian's hobby, in addition to following her eldest wife, has been familiar with the butler, and has been using Western paintings.

Yan Lang felt a little depressed when hesitated about his trip to Nanshan tea garden for a sketch. However, after being depressed, he was a little relieved. After this period of time, Rong Qian finally stood cautiously in the circle she had learned and learned in the first twenty years and did not dare to take a step. This is a kind of progress.

Moreover, this was all spoiled by his husband. Yan Lang had an indescribable sense of accomplishment and satisfaction, and had never thought about whether he would spoil him.

Yan Lang relaxed his back and leaned back, leaned his head and reached out to catch Rong Qian, who was standing next to him, was rubbing his hair for him. As soon as he exerted force, he dragged the person into his arms.

"I want you to accompany me. After a while, I will be busy again. If you want to sketch, I can also accompany you. Let's take a painting board to draw tea gardens, forests, and springs and streams."

Rong Qian adjusted her posture and made it more comfortable to sit on Yan Lang's legs. She reached out and touched Yan Lang's hair, and then continued to pinch a towel to wipe his hair, "Can you draw? Why don't I know?"

Yan Lang made a grievance, "It's obvious that you don't care about me and I don't want to know me, so I don't know."

Rong Qian laughed out loud, raised her hand and pounded his shoulder, "Stop coming, you have never mentioned it before, and there is no trace in the room. Say, mother and the others don't know you can draw?"

Yan Lang tilted his head and fell on the handrail, pretending to be dead and avoiding him. How could Rong Qian not understand that this person had never let his family know about it, and he had the face to pretend to be wronged in front of her.

Rong Qian pulled the towel and covered Yan Lang's forehead, and then spread her teeth and claws to take revenge. Yan Lang screamed oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, absolutely 100% cooperation.

Both of them had just taken a shower and wore the same silk pajamas. They were nestled on the single sofa and made such a fuss. In the end, Rong Qian was undoubtedly carried by Yan Lang and threw her on the bed and bullied her.

Yan Lang didn't tell Rong Qian that his Western paintings were actually more inclined to sketch because he had excellent brain memory, but the things in his head could not be broken open for others to see, so he learned to sketch.

Later, he learned Western drawing skills such as sketching for more precise instruments and equipment. He did not say that it was because he felt that there was nothing to say. Most of the things he knew at present were learned because of "usefulness" and "needed". He did not have the leisure and leisure to learn because of his hobbies.

Therefore, Yan Lang neither felt the need to say it, nor did he remember to say it to anyone.

If it weren't for coaxing Rong Qian to give up sketching and go to the tea garden with him, Yan Lang wouldn't have thought of talking about this.

The next day, Rong Qian followed Yan Lang on the car to Nanshan Tea Garden. Unfortunately, what made Yan Lang a headache was that he still failed to realize the idea of ​​spending the world of two people together.

The car was running on the road. Yan Lang looked back at Rong Qian and Yan Zhen who were already chatting in the back seat, withdrew his gaze, looked ahead with some frustration and sighed.

I never expected that my little wife would bring her sister with me.

I didn’t know what Rong Qian thought of last night. When she was halfway through the work, she suddenly grabbed his shoulder and told him if she could take her sister with her. She said that she felt that her sister had no playmates every day and was bored to stay at home.

At that time, Yan Lang was working hard and didn't notice these things, so he nodded randomly and uttered, and then he suffered the bitter fruit today.

Nanshan is not outside the outskirts of Rongcheng. It goes east after leaving the city. At noon, I had lunch and rested for a while in the town where I passed by. It was not until after 6 o'clock in the evening that the sun set halfway down in the sky.

The altitude of Nanshan is not low. Although there are mountain ladders built by the Yan family along the way, it is precisely because of the ladders used that pedestrians can only use them to go up the mountain.

There is a cableway when transporting tea leaves down the mountain, but it is straight up and down. There are several transportation points in the middle, which are only used for the transportation of tea and daily necessities, and are not suitable for people to sit.

So although you have reached the foot of the mountain, you have to walk up, even if an adult man moves forward at a constant speed, it will take at least three hours.

Fortunately, there is also a tea house for the Yan family at the foot of the mountain, and the backyard is where the owner temporarily settles when he comes.

Now that May Tea has just passed, the number of merchants busy visiting the goods at the foot of Nanshan Mountain has suddenly decreased, and the town seems a little deserted.

Rong Qian and Yan Zhen are both here for the first time. They were also very excited when they thought that Nanshan Town at the foot of the mountain developed because of their tea garden.

Therefore, even though the street was deserted, the two of them went out together with great enthusiasm and did not come back until they were in the light.

Yan Lang sent the manager of the tea shop to accompany the two of them, and Desheng Xiaolan and other five or six servants followed him. There was no need to worry, so he stayed at the tea shop and took time to check the operation of the tea shop.

Nowadays, the country's system is changing, and the managers in various places are no longer able to be restrained by a sales contract like before, so inspection and supervision of industries under their name is very important.

Many families have too large industries and are developing slowly. It is not because successors are mediocre, but because business is more difficult than development.

That's why there is the old saying that it's easy to fight the country and difficult to defend the country.

When Rong Qian and Yan Zhen came back, the three of them had dinner together. Yan Lang found that they had just taken the car together for a day and walked around the streets together for a while. The relationship between her sister and Rong Qian became much closer.

The two of them gathered together from time to time at the dinner table and talked and laughed. Yan Lang silently swallowed a mouthful of vinegar and shredded potatoes, turned his head and drank half a bowl of soup. Why is the vinegar so sour today? It seems that it can be sour from the stomach to the heart.

Originally, Yan Lang was about to go to bed early at night, but now Yan Lang changed his mind. After the two went back to the main room to wash and change their clothes, Yan Lang opened the bedroom window and pulled Rong Qian to sit on the soft couch with reed mats by the window.

"Are you not tired? Do you want to sit here and have a breeze and enjoy the cool air?"

Rong Qian was a little puzzled when she was pulled over. She raised her hand and covered her lips and yawned delicately.

Yan Lang pretended not to see it, hum, he was so tired and sleepy, because he went to play with his sister during the day.

Yan Lang sat at one end of the soft couch, crossed his legs and bent his legs, pulled Rong Qian into the space between the bent legs, and held Rong Qian's waist with one hand and raised her hands to the sky and pointed, "Look, the stars are so bright tonight, tomorrow is fifteen, and the moon on the mountain the day after tomorrow is brighter and more beautiful."

Rong Qian looked up and looked in the direction Yan Lang pointed at, and her mind suddenly trembled.

"The German philosopher Kant once said that there are only two things in this world that can deeply shock our hearts: one is the brilliant starry sky above our heads, and the other is the noble moral laws in our hearts."

Yan Lang's voice was low and gentle, making the starry sky even quieter.

Rong Qian recalled what Yan Lang said repeatedly in her heart, and compared it with the starry sky she saw in front of her. Although she didn't know who Kant was, at this moment, Rong Qian had to admit that what the other party said was correct.

It can be replaced by two types, one is vast and the other is emotion.

The former shocked us, while the latter moved us.

Originally, Yan Lang planned to pull Rong Qian to look at the stars and the moon, then talk about poetry, songs and essay life philosophy, and finally discuss the inheritance and reproduction of life.

However, in the end, Yan Lang was brought into that atmosphere by the famous Kant quote he said, and his impetuousness completely faded away, leaving only a tranquility and peace.

Yan Lang hugged Rong Qian and looked at Xingxing. He saw that both of them were asleep in a daze. It was still midnight that Yan Lang turned over and almost rolled under the soft couch. Then he woke up and hugged Rong Qian, who had already shrunk into her arms and hid in the mountain wind blowing in from the window, and returned to the bed.

The author has something to say: one update

I was really preparing for the third update today. I wrote more than 10,000 words in the morning, and I wrote in a good spirit. As a result, I was just lying on the bed at noon, typing, and my family announced that I would drive back to my hometown tomorrow morning.

So the family was busy like something, they cleaned up and packed their own luggage, and they also had to go out to buy specialties and call the family in their hometown if they wanted to eat. It was a mess...

Now the washing machine is still washing sheets, and I have to make something dripping to last for more than a month to drip water to the potted plants at home. I hope they won’t die.

I will work hard on the second update, and it should be very late.
Chapter completed!