Old classmate Chun Rong came back from Beijing after the National Day holiday. His hometown rural house has been demolished. He really wants to see the rural scenery in the south of the Yangtze River and see the ancient villages. I said, come on, I'll take you there.
Yesterday morning, he came to our factory by bus from his hometown of Lumu. To tell the truth, I'm a little embarrassed. My old classmate is a graduate of a famous university with a high level of education. He has published articles in newspapers and periodicals for a long time. He is willing to help me often revise my articles. Yesterday morning, the accountant was a little busy in accounting, so I really didn't have time to pick him up.
It's getting late for him to come to our factory, so he hurriedly treated him to tea for a while. He said, "Just eat a little in the canteen at noon." I said, "luckily you figured it out." Pulled him into my car.
Take Dongshan Avenue and come to the Jiangnan Courtyard in the countryside of Hengjing.
Pull over. The rice in front of me is a little yellow, and the fragrance of rice gently floats from the field, which is a scene of a bumper harvest in sight. The old classmate said with a smile: "It seems to be back to childhood." I said, "I'll give you a taste of childhood, too."
Entering the Jiangnan compound and stepping on the small stone bridge is like entering the Jiangnan garden.
When a bowl of braised pork is served, a burst of meat smells delicious and makes people drool. I let my old classmate taste it, and he said, "It feels like an old foundation." We spoke Suzhou dialect and tasted Suzhou farm dishes, and our hearts were full of joy.
After dinner, we drove to Shilubang in Xinlu Village nearby. The village is quiet and clean, and the houses with white walls and black tiles are patchwork, showing the flavor of the splendid south of the Yangtze River.
The old classmate said, "It's so secluded to rent a small courtyard after retirement and live here." I said, "Yes, I can breathe fresh air every day, stroll along the country road and watch the sunrise and sunset, just like the day of the gods."
Chengdetang Flower Hall is on Shilubang. I have been there several times. I wonder if her old master, Teacher Xue, is at home today? Fortunately, the gate was open, and there was a man in overalls in his forties in the yard, presumably the son of Teacher Xue. He smiled and asked me, what's the matter? I said, "I'm here for a visit." And he said, "Is Teacher Xue there?" He said, "I'm out." Knowing that I knew his father, he quickly invited us into the house and made tea for us.
The room is a bit messy, with a lot of old furniture and many farmhouse dishes on the blue brick floor.
There are also two women in the house, one is the owner's daughter and the other is the owner's daughter-in-law.