The circling green trees were all over the inn, forming natural partitions. The wooden and strong branches were the most novel decorations. Then hang two butterfly palace lanterns and red fabric strips, and the whole artistic conception was highlighted.

Wen Yan also suggested that a wishing branch to be designed on one of the extended branches inside. It was a bit like the wishing tree in the temple, with red silk threads hanging down and wish cards hanging underneath. All customers who had made purchases would write their own wishes and hang them on it, anonymously or not. Anyway, it was really not certain whether it could be fulfilled.

What the people liked was hoping and trying.

For the exposed half of the inn, Jiang Zhou asked Liu Erlang to build a floating hut. This part was the most expensive part of the entire inn. It was made of glass from beginning to end, and all the furnishings inside were clearly visible. But there were curtains on the surrounding walls. If they wanted privacy, they could just lower the curtains to block it.

Since it was built on the water, Jiang Zhou considered that the water was cold and brought a cold wind. So, he installed floor heating in the mezzanine underneath. He also dug a hole in the middle and introduced the thin river water. The layer at the bottom of the hole also had floor heating. Once the firepower was increased, an artificial hot spring could be formed, suitable for bathing.

When people walked out of this area, they could see the scenery of the small river. They could even see the boats passing by. They could get up close to the small river. They could fish up the river water by reaching out from the middle of the partition railing.

In order to ensure the original scenery of this area, Jiang Zhou specially applied for a law from Zhuo Bang, which strictly prohibited dumping garbage into the small river to ensure the clarity and quality of this lake. Except for fishing boats, no other people were allowed to enter the river. The reason for this law was not just for the inn. The small river was an important part of their development of a tourist town. Once the small river was polluted, half of their tourist town would be basically destroyed.

But in the end, Jiang Zhou still benefited a lot from this aspect.

Zhuo Bang first looked at the design drawing of his place. After reading it, he pondered for a while, then handed the design drawing and the glass prescription up together with the fold, and patted his shoulder at the same time: “You have individual talent too.”

Jiang Zhou was noncommittal. He was a man with memories from the future, so he could naturally see further.

“Has he been honest recently?”

Zhuo Bang said indifferently: “So what if he is not honest? He tried to bribe the government officials to let him out some time ago. This has happened since he was imprisoned. I know all his little tricks, and from then on, I won’t let the yamen appear in front of him, I guess he’s almost at the end.”

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Lu Heng was indeed almost at the end.

He stayed in endless darkness. The only light in the entire cell was the occasional light leaking from a small window on the roof. No one talked to him. He could only talk to himself. However, the cell was basically sealed on all sides. It was big and empty. Once he spoke, countless echoes echoed in his ears. As time went by, he felt that it was very strange and he didn’t even want to talk to himself.

He didn’t talk, had nothing to do, and felt more and more empty day by day. At first, he would sleep, sleeping from day to night, and would wake up for an hour or two at night and continue to sleep, sleeping until the sky was dark. Later, he couldn’t sleep for a whole night, he just stared at the small window in a daze, letting the only light shine on him.

And his spirit was getting weaker and weaker. Being in a quiet space for a long time made him a little sensitive. The slightest sound would attract his attention. These sounds would be infinitely amplified, making his ears and head more and more painful.

In order to eliminate these sounds, he began to sleep day after day again. However, this time it was different from when he first came in. When he slept, he was no longer groggy, but began to dream.

In the dream, he became the real Zhuo Yan.

The little Zhuo Yan was lying outside his parents’ room, listening to their quarrels and arguments. He couldn’t hear clearly what they were arguing about, but it could be seen that both parties were very angry.

“Zhuo Yan” was lying on the floor peeking from the door’s crack. He was supposed to take a nap, but he couldn’t sleep, so he ran out, but no one found him. He instinctively wanted to find his parents, but found them arguing.

Zhuo Yan’s mother was so excited that she threw a teacup from the inside to the door. The broken teacup fragments passed through the crack in the door and hit Zhuo Yan’s forehead. Zhuo Yan was stunned for several seconds until the blood dripped down. He felt uncomfortable and cried loudly, alarming the parents inside.

What followed was a chaotic and bizarre dream.

The little Zhuo Yan got his parents’ love for a while.

His father no longer went out late and came back early every day, and began to teach Zhuo Yan how to read. His mother no longer stood aloof and crowded in front of him. She began to accompany Zhuo Yan tenderly, and would hold Zhuo Yan and tell him stories about her childhood.

That was Zhuo Yan’s happiest time.

But soon, the dream began to fall apart.