If you don't go to the house, you are not a gentleman

Qili Lake occupies the southern corner of Ding'an County, and the water flowing out of it becomes a river connected to a sea.Surrounding the vast lake is a circle of evergreen trees, but there is a pavilion standing in a piece of lake water.

Qili Lake is seven miles long from one bank to the other, hence the name.Although it is not as famous as Gu Lake, it also attracts literati and inkmen here, and it can also be called a famous lake.

An Le stood on the shore of Qili Lake. Because of the snowfall in the early morning, the surface of the lake was completely white, and the sky continued at the end. The pavilion in the middle of the lake could only be seen as an outline.

The county magistrate stood aside, and An Le asked, "Sir, do you need to call a boy for punting?"

The county magistrate smiled and said, "Aren't you standing in front of me?"

An Le: "..."

Although An Le doesn't know how to punt, but he has never eaten pork and has seen pigs run. He held a thin bamboo pole in his hand and pushed the stones on the shore, and the boat left the shore.

The county magistrate sat on the animal skin and watched An Le punting the boat, he couldn't help laughing and said, "The way to hold it is wrong."

An Le snorted softly, dropped his pole and sat down, "My lord is coming?"

As soon as the county magistrate put the two jugs of wine away, An Le fell silent.

The county magistrate didn't make things difficult for him, and said, "Go and get the fishing gear."

An Le fiddled with it a few times, but there was only one fishing rod, "My lord, will you let me watch?"

"I'm not interested."

An Le grinned, flung out the bait and sat still, but his mouth was never idle, "My lord, if I catch a fish, should I take it back and roast it, or release it?"

The county magistrate took out a slightly worn book from his pocket, and said casually: "Didn't you say that drinking and eating meat is better than a prince? Why don't you use it as a side dish?"

An Le was taken aback, "Your Excellency, will you eat me raw?"

The county magistrate choked suddenly, "...go warm the wine."

An Le blinked, put down the fishing gear to warm the wine.

This boat is not too small, with the county magistrate sitting on one end and a small stove on the other, and there is still room for two or three small tables in the middle.

An Lebai looked at the firelight boredly, holding the fishing gear in one hand, the smell of Du Kang's wine gradually rose, and for a while, both of them were silent.An Le glanced at the extremely calm lake, and couldn't help complaining to the county magistrate, "My lord, are there really fish in the lake in winter?"

The magistrate said perfunctorily, "Yes."

"My lord, come and try?"

The county magistrate put down the book and said, "How about catching it?"

An Le snorted softly, "What do you want, my lord?"

"Is there anything you can do about it?"

The county magistrate took the fishing rod, reeled in the line, and glanced at the hook.

An Le curled his lips, "For adults, is there really no such thing?"

The county magistrate paused, and gave An Le a sideways glance, "If I catch it, I will draw a picture for me."

An Le frowned slightly, and asked doubtfully, "Isn't your lord's painting better than mine?"

The county magistrate looked at him speechlessly.

An Le laughed again and said, "That's fine. But if your lord doesn't catch it, you can reward me with dozens of taels of silver."

The county magistrate snorted coldly, agreeing.

An Le cheerfully brewed a cup of wine for herself, and it was still slightly cool after warming for a while, so she put down the adult's wine cup and sat by the small stove to keep warm.

The county magistrate held the book in one hand, but stared at the same page for a long while without changing the page.

An Le couldn't help asking curiously: "Master, don't you want to turn the page?"

"I only have two hands."

One holds a book and the other holds a pole.

An Le: "..." He got up and stepped forward, bent down and turned a page for the adults.

An Le then sat down at the side, and couldn't help but glance at the book in the hands of the county magistrate, and was a little shocked to find that it was a handwritten copy, a bit worn out but well preserved, showing the treasure of the owner.

"What are you looking at?"

"Liao Zhai."

"...My lord is really in a good mood."

The county magistrate was startled to feel the pole in his hand trembling, so he pulled it back vigorously, and a small fish could be seen hanging from the sharp hook from a distance.An Le stared at the little fish, and then, the county magistrate swung the pole, and the fish was thrown on An Le's face.

The magistrate chuckled lightly.

With a straight face, An Le grabbed the fish off his face, his face was full of fishy smell and fish scales.

The county magistrate smiled even more happily, "Admitted defeat?"

An Le pursed her lips and asked, "How does your lord know there are fish in this lake?"

"The official just took a look at the hook, and the bait on it is half gone."

An Le stared at him silently.

The county magistrate put away his fishing gear, "You have your appetizers, so there's nothing to complain about?"

An Le sighed, "I don't know how to turn this fish into an appetizer for adults?"

The county magistrate took out a small knife from his sleeve and threw it to An Le.

"Do you like sashimi or grilled fish?"

An Le stabbed the knife into the belly of the fish with a blank expression, and roasted it on the fire of the small stove.

"I'm afraid that your noble stomach can't bear sashimi."

The county magistrate chuckled and asked, "Is the wine warm?"

An Le said: "The sky is cooler, maybe we have to wait a while."

The county magistrate picked up the bamboo pole, "Go to the pavilion and wait."

An Le sat by the small stove and watched the adults condescend to the punting boats. The fire next to his ears was crackling with sparks, and he slowly turned the fish over.

The outline of the pavilion in the middle of the lake gradually became clear. Snow piled up on the pavilion, and the originally emerald pavilion turned white. However, An Le felt that the green color in winter was a bit dazzling. He asked the county magistrate, "Does that pavilion have a name?"

The county magistrate said: "Huxin Pavilion."

An Le said, "Who started it?"

"The person who built this pavilion seems to be the previous county magistrates."

An Le propped his head up and said, "There doesn't seem to be a plaque on it either."

The county magistrate raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you want to name this pavilion?"

An Le grinned, "Your Excellency is caring."

The county magistrate saw An Le's inconsistency, and said, "If you want a name, what would it be?"

An Le was absent-minded, and almost blurted out, "My name, of course, is my surname, An Le Ting!"

"..."

An Le read it a few more times and felt it was very good, so she chuckled and said, "At least the meaning is good."

The county magistrate said: "It's not bad."

An Le looked forward to it and said, "It would be great if there is such a pavilion."

The county magistrate raised his eyebrows and said, "You want it?"

An Le said with a smile: "If there is something that you can name yourself, it is something to be proud of."

The magistrate shrugged.

The body of the boat gradually approached the pavilion in the middle of the lake, and all the sparse boats around had returned home, and they were the only one left.

An Le asked casually: "Danqing that my lord said earlier, what kind of Danqing does my lord want?"

The county magistrate glanced at the lake and said, "Jiangxue is fishing."

An Le raised her eyebrows suspiciously, "In this case, I will give the old pair as a gift."

The county magistrate said: "Draw another one."

An Le said: "My lord, do you think the previous one should be changed?"

The county magistrate smiled meaningfully, "I don't like the people on the boat."

An Le blinked and said, "Human?"

The county magistrate responded.

An Le laughed and said, "Your Excellency can write and correct it yourself."

The county magistrate said: "That would be meaningless."

An Le blinked, and recalled the picture of Jiang Xue. He remembered that he seemed to have only drawn the back of a fisherman, and only roughly outlined a rough outline.

"Is it just another person?"

"Yes."

"How do adults want to change?"

The county magistrate turned his head to look at An Le, and stared into his eyes. He enjoyed the present, because he was the only one beside An Le, and only himself was reflected in his eyes.

In the end, the county magistrate stared at An Le's pupils, and said softly, "Let's change it to two people."