The owner of this family, whose surname is Zhen, whose given name is Fei, and whose courtesy name is Shiyin, is in his fifties, and is considered a number one figure in Suzhou. Although he is not the kind of rich man who is extremely rich, he still has a few hectares of fertile land and a few shops in his family. He is from a distinguished family and walks with wind.
But this Master Zhen is different from other rich men.
Other rich people are thinking about how to get promoted and make money every day, and how to make friends with powerful people, and they want to sharpen their heads and get into the officialdom. Zhen Shiyin was better. His nature was indifferent, as indifferent as boiled water. He didn't care about fame or fame at all. What do you do every day? Planting flowers, admiring bamboos, drinking wine, reciting poems, and leisurely wandering around, living a life more like an immortal than an immortal.
Someone said: "Mr. Zhen, you are so capable, why don't you take the exam and get a meritorious title? Become a county magistrate and honor your ancestors!"
After hearing this, Zhen Shiyin just smiled, shook his head, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, squinting at the clouds in the sky. The meaning was obvious: fame and wealth are nothing, and if you have the time, it is better to drink two more glasses.
