Rebirth: The whole family travels through time together: Fubao Koi is busy eating melons

"Have confidence. Our store is not far away, and the college is very safe. There is no need to worry too much."

Zhang Laoer comforted his grandson, his eyes full of trust and confidence in Mingyi.

When Zhang Ming heard what his father said, his heart was filled with complex emotions. He was touched, but also a little confused - could it be that his father really had no concerns about his safety?

As time went by, Junyi Pavilion's business became increasingly prosperous.

As soon as Zhang Ming entered the college, he unexpectedly discovered that some students in the college were wearing clothes that were very similar to the styles sold in his own shop, with only slight differences in the details.

One day, he stopped a scholar who was wearing such clothes and said sincerely, "Student, your clothes are very similar to the ones sold at the entrance of Junyi Pavilion. Wearing them on you will show the elegance of a scholar."

The scholar, who was about sixteen years old, smiled softly and explained gently, "Little brother, you misunderstood. My clothes are from Ningshang Pavilion. The embroidery and craftsmanship there are more delicate and ingenious than those of Junyi Pavilion."

Zhang Ming became more curious after hearing this, "Oh? What's the price? Where is the store?"

Seeing that Zhang Mingyi was very interested, the scholar enthusiastically recommended, "Ningshang Pavilion is located on Huaishu Street, and you can find it around the corner from Huaishu Garden. I heard that they also have a silk and satin clothing store near Fenghan College. If you are interested, you can go and have a look."

"Oh, each has its own merits. I prefer the traditional craftsmanship of Junyi Pavilion. I might as well tell you that Junyi Pavilion is the real superior choice."

Zhang Ming chuckled, secretly surprised. He didn't expect that there was a person like Yang Zhiyuan involved in the garment industry, and that he made all his clothes by hand. The beauty of the embroidery far surpassed that of machine-made products. He would definitely tell his parents about this after school.

Upon hearing this, the scholar shook his head slightly, walked into the classroom with a book in his hand, half believing and half doubting what Zhang Mingyi said, and left with a hint of confusion.

Just as Zhang Mingyi was immersed in this series of thoughts, a boy of about thirteen years old, dressed in gorgeous clothes and with a dandy air in his every move, suddenly ran towards him. His figure was almost invisible at such a fast speed, and he collided head-on with Zhang Mingyi.

Zhang Ming's body tilted slightly, but he remained as steady as a rock, showing no sign of panic.

"Tan Yulin, stop right there, kid!"

In his right hand, Master Liu tightly grasped the ruler that symbolized the dignity of a teacher. Every step he took was accompanied by a dull and powerful sound. His shouts pierced through the quiet afternoon in the academy, and there was a hint of helplessness in his majesty.

The sunlight shone on his back, making the mottled silver hair sparkle, but it also revealed the imperceptible wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, which were the marks left by the years and countless naughty students.

Tan Yulin looked back and smiled, his eyes as bright as the first ray of sunshine in the summer morning, revealing a hint of cunning and unruly.

His steps were light and he remained calm even when running, as if the whole world was his stage.

One of his hands tightly grasped Zhang Mingyi, who was staggering beside him. His action showed both the playfulness of naughty children and an indescribable concern.

Tan Yulin quickly calculated in his mind that Zhang Mingyi's indomitable tenacity made him feel that this person would definitely be an extraordinary person in the future. He secretly decided to become a close friend with this person, but at the moment, escaping from Master Liu's "law net" was the top priority.

"Master Liu, please calm down. Tomorrow I will ask my mother to send you a pond of lively carp. I guarantee they will be fatter and more delicious than before."

Tan Yulin ran while looking back, his words concealing three parts of wit and seven parts of cunning, with a smug smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had seen Master Liu's helpless look.

"Hey, kid, you really give me a headache! Those two carps were treasures that Master Han brought back from the Yellow River as a gift to me. I only raised them for two days, and you stole them and made them into a barbecue."

There was a mixture of fatigue and helplessness in Mr. Liu's voice. His body, nearly fifty years old, seemed particularly heavy at this moment. His black hair and silver threads were intertwined, as if it was a testimony to his many years of teaching career. Every breath he took was silently telling a story about patience and love.

Zhang Mingyi listened to the conversation silently, with a barely perceptible smile on his face.

Perhaps, this seemingly bohemian young man is the guy who sits in the last row and always attracts everyone's attention.

A strange emotion arose in his heart, curiosity and anticipation.

Tan Yulin continued to run, his voice echoing in the air: "My mother will take care of the apology tonight. Carp, they all look the same. Who knows if they are really from the Yellow River?"

His laughter bounced through the corridors of the school, as if even the air was tinged with a hint of mischief.

Mr. Liu finally stopped and gasped for breath. He knew that for such a clever and naughty child, chasing was never a solution to the problem.

He had long heard about the "legend" about the Tan family - this child had driven away seven teachers because he was too naughty.

However, as a prominent family in Qingzhou, the Tan family sent their child to Minghua Academy in order to help him become a successful person.

Fortunately, the child is very intelligent, but unfortunately this intelligence is always used for mischief.

After adjusting his breathing, Master Liu returned his gaze to Zhang Mingyi, who was standing there. His words were both reproachful and expectant: "The class is almost over, why are you still standing here?"

Zhang Mingyi smiled and walked into the classroom, thinking to himself: If it weren't for the bell, who would be able to realize the passage of time? Occasionally stopping in the busy study life is also a rare pleasure.

The setting sun was as red as blood, the hour of You arrived quietly, the school bell rang, and Zhang Mingyi was almost the first one to rush out of the school gate.

"Dad, Mom, I have something important to say."

He shouted breathlessly, with a rare seriousness flashing in his eyes.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Speak slowly. Look at how sweaty you are."

Xu Liyun hung up the last piece of clothing, scolded lovingly, and turned to the backyard, "Let's go to the backyard and eat some fruit. The grapefruit I bought today is especially sweet."

In the yard, Xiao Youniang was sitting at a stone table, practicing calligraphy stroke by stroke. Her brows were slightly furrowed, and it was obvious that she was still not satisfied with her handwriting.

Among the three children in the family, only her calligraphy needs diligent practice to achieve a fusion of ancient simplicity and modernity.

"Second sister, let me tell you, I saw a pirated version at school today!"

As soon as Zhang Ming sat down, he couldn't wait to talk about what he had seen and heard today. He drank the tea in his hand in one gulp, and his excitement almost overflowed from his words.

A topic about innovation and imitation, family and livelihood, tradition and future slowly unfolds in this warm home. The voices of each member are intertwined to form a heartwarming picture about home and dreams.