The garden culture of Gusu City can be traced back to the Spring and Autumn Period and has a history of more than 2,600 years.

Huajia Villa!

A more famous private garden in Gusu City.

It is located in the middle of Gusu City. The Hua Family was a scholarly family a long time ago and has produced many top scholars. It became a private garden in the Ming and Qing dynasties, covering an area of ​​more than 1,000 square meters, not large, but it is extremely impressive. The garden scenery is mainly mountains, supplemented by pools and water, and there are not many buildings. Moreover, the Neihu stone rockery in Hua Family Villa is the best in China, and was made by the famous stone master Ge Yuliang. It covers an area of ​​only half acre, and there are all kinds of things in the mountains such as cliffs, peaks, caves, valleys, platforms, and pavements, which are very varied. The main mountain in the east of the pool and the second mountain in the north of the pool are continuous and integrated into a piece of stone, just like a mountain that is connected, and suddenly breaks into a cliff.

When the sloping road meets the stream, looking up at a line of blue sky, overlooking several clear streams; it is so magnificent and beautiful, just like being in the middle of thousands of mountains, the whole mountain is handled in detail, close to nature, with a stone and a crack, and it is well explained, and you can see it from a distance or enjoy it nearby. No wonder it is known as "a unique and unique place in the south of the Yangtze River".

Zhang Moqian followed Hua Xiaowu all the way and was amazed.

If you live in such a garden, how many years will you have to live?

Mr. Hua has three sons and one daughter. The eldest son and the third son are responsible for running the family business, while the younger daughter marry a family of equal status. The most promising one is the second son Hua Manting, who is now a member of the Central Committee, secretary of the Mocheng Municipal Party Committee, and a standard vice-national boss.

Since the eldest and third sons are busy with family business and do not return to their old houses very much, the entire Huajia Villa seems deserted.

Zhang Moqian walked into the city like a rustic bull, looking at the scenery in the villa. After about ten minutes, he walked into the main hall with Hua Xiaowu.

When Zhang Moqian walked into the main hall, he found that in addition to himself, there was another guest. Hua Xiaowu smiled and walked up, "Uncle Hao, why are you here too?"

"Xiao Wu, let's take a look at Teacher Hua." The person who was called Uncle Hao by Hua Xiaowu smiled and said. This person is about forty years old, with an ordinary appearance, but she is clean and looks very elegant.

"Xiao Wu, who is this little brother?" The middle-aged man looked at Zhang Moqian, a little confused.

"Well, this is my...friend Zhang Moqian." Hua Xiaowu paused, looked at Zhang Moqian, and introduced him again: "Zhang Moqian, this is Uncle Hao Ren."

"Good uncle?" Zhang Moqian held his smile. This name is interesting.

Seeing the expression on Zhang Moqian's face, Hua Xiaowu couldn't help but give him a blank look and was a little angry.

"Haha, do you think my name is interesting?" The middle-aged man didn't mind. After laughing, he said, "I came from the countryside in the northwest. At that time, my family was poor and finally got into college. My father sold the old ox at home and saved up enough tuition to go to Beijing to go to college. As a young man, when he grew up, he naturally looked like picking up girls. Maybe because I looked very ordinary and dressed very ordinary, I confessed to several girls, and I was all sent a good person card. I still remember one of the girls rejecting me. She said, Hao Ren, you are a good person, but we are not suitable. You can't give me the life I want."

"Hmph, that's because she has no vision." Hua Xiaowu snorted coldly, "If she knew Uncle Hao Ren, you are now a member of the Standing Committee of the Jiangsu and Zhejiang Provincial Party Committee and the Minister of the Propaganda Department, I wonder what she would think?"

Hao Ren smiled and shook his head, and said nothing.

Zhang Moqian was surprised. Unexpectedly, the man in his forties was already a member of the Standing Committee of the Provincial Party Committee, and he was also a member of the Standing Committee of the Provincial Party Committee in a coastal province like Jiangsu and Zhejiang. His future was limitless. Mr. Hua’s students are really awesome!

At this time, an old man walked out from next door. The years left deep marks on his face. His old eyes were filled with shrewdness that no one could see through. This was an old man who lived like a spirit, and only those who were used to seeing all kinds of things in the world would have such eyes.

"grandfather."

"Teacher Hua."

After seeing the old man come out, Hua Xiaowu and Hao Ren quickly got up and shouted.

Zhang Moqian also stood up. He respected the knowledgeable and talented old man from the bottom of his heart, bowed slightly, and shouted: "Grandpa Hua."

After staying on Zhang Moqian for a while, the old man nodded and said with a smile: "Sit down, don't be so polite."

Mr. Hua is in good spirits. There are not many elderly people of this age who can have this kind of spirit. After chatting with Hao Ren for a few words, Mr. Hua gradually turned his attention to Zhang Moqian, "Xiao Zhang, it's getting late, so stay at home for dinner later!"

Zhang Moqian nodded with a smile.

"Xiao Zhang, can you play chess?" After pausing for a while, Old Master Hua suddenly said.

"Let's know a little." Zhang Moqian said modestly.

"Oh, Xiao Wu, prepare for the chessboard." Mr. Hua ordered Hua Xiao Wu.

"Okay, grandpa." Hua Xiaowu walked out, and after a while, she walked up with a chessboard. It was Go.

"Xiao Zhang, come and play two games with the old man." Mr. Hua said slowly: "I am old and my brain is not flexible. Sometimes I need Hao Ren to help me see it. Xiao Zhang, don't you mind?"

"It's okay." Zhang Moqian smiled and shook his head.

Hua Xiaowu felt like a mirror in her heart. Because he had confessed to her grandfather, she knew that Zhang Moqian could not only write good calligraphy, but also beat Ouyang, who was known as the number one in the Yangtze River Delta. The reason why grandfather called Uncle Hao Ren came today was that he wanted Uncle Hao Ren to try Zhang Moqian's chess skills together.

Mr. Hua is skilled in chess, but Hao Ren's chess skills are better than others. Among the cadres of today's countries, Hao Ren's Go is definitely among the top five.

Zhang Moqian and Mr. Hua sat opposite each other.

Behind Mr. Hua, Hao Ren, who is going to act as a military advisor today.

Zhang Moqian held the black man and took the lead.

Hua Xiaowu stood aside, looking at the show. She knew that Zhang Moqian's Go was amazing and could beat Ouyang. But could this guy resist the alliance between grandpa and Hao Ren?

However, after just thirty moves, both Hua Xiaowu and the dog-headed military advisor Hao Ren were shocked. Hua Xiaowu's eyes were straightened, as if Zhang Moqian had not shown his strength when he was playing chess with Ouyang in Yangcheng?

In the first game, the result was no surprise, Mr. Hua lost.

Then, Mr. Hua played the second game again. Unfortunately, he lost a lot soon. He felt that he was suppressed by the boy on the other side everywhere. Moreover, this boy played chess very quickly. Even if Mr. Hua kept using killer moves, he was resolved by this boy like a Tai Chi pusher.

After two games of Go, Mr. Hua felt like a cow leading the nose.

"Hao Ren, you'll have a next plate!" Mr. Hua waved his hand.

Hao Ren nodded and sat in the seat where Mr. Hua had just taken.

This time, Hao Renzhihei took the lead.

After watching two games, Hao Ren knew that the young man on the other side was superb and unfathomable. So he planned to start the battle and use the method of persuading each other to force the other party to show his true form.

Zhang Moqian did not move, but was still lukewarm.

However, when the third game was reached, Zhang Moqian's chess style suddenly changed. At the beginning, it was like drizzle, neither anxious nor impatient. But at this moment, there was a sudden thunder and a violent rain.

Not long after, Mr. Hua specially called out the dog-headed military advisor Hao Ren to cry without tears.

Lost!

At this time, the nanny at home was ready for lunch.

Hua Xiaowu's grandmother is a very kind old man, just like Mr. Hua, and is also knowledgeable. A talented man and a talented woman. Although two people are made up of heaven, not many people can really walk together, and there are not many pairs in the whole of China. Mr. Hua and Hua Xiaowu's grandmother are just a pair.

The dishes on the dinner table are very simple.

Four dishes and one soup.

Zhang Moqian tried hard to hold back his eating habits, not as voracious as before, but it was probably a matter of habit, but his eating speed remained unchanged at all, and the three big bowls of rice were soon empty.

After dinner, I drank some tea.

Hao Ren stood up and said goodbye and left. He was the director of the Provincial Party Committee Propaganda Department and had a lot of things to do. Moreover, Hao Ren also knew that his mission had been completed today.

However, on the way back to Jiangsu and Zhejiang after leaving, he still didn't understand why this kid was young and had such profound attainments in Go.

After Hao Ren left for a while, Mr. Hua said to Hua Xiaowu and Zhang Moqian: "Xiaowu, Xiao Zhang, you two will follow me to the study together."

Mr. Hua’s study room is a separate cottage. Opposite the study is the lotus pond. The lotus flowers are blooming, and they are so beautiful.

The layout of the study room is compact and simple, without a trace of luxury, but instead gives people a simple feeling.

After Zhang Moqian stood still, Mr. Hua took out the "Polish Guest" that Zhang Moqian gave to Hua Xiaowu, and spread it flat on the long table. He asked Zhang Moqian with a serious expression: "Xiao Zhang, did you write this letter?"

"Yes." Zhang Moqian nodded.

"Who taught you your calligraphy?" Mr. Hua asked again.

"My dad!" Zhang Moqian said. His calligraphy was learned from his father Zhang Yiqun, while the calligraphy was learned from his mother Tang Youyang.

"Who taught your father's calligraphy?" Mr. Hua continued to ask.

"My grandma."

"Is your grandma's name Zhang Danqing?"
Chapter completed!