After leaving the palace, Han Du looked back at the brightly lit Fengtian Palace and couldn't help but sigh. He has done everything he should do, which can be regarded as giving an explanation to Zhu Biao. As for how Lao Zhu will punish Zhu Xi, that has nothing to do with him. Thinking about these things, and with Zhu Biao protecting him, Lao Zhu probably wouldn't do anything to Zhu Cang.
He strode towards home. Not only was An Qing and his parents and children waiting for him at home, there was also something he needed to confirm.
"Master Hou is back~"
Han Du had just walked around the corner and was seen by the guard guarding the door before he even got close. With a strong roar, one of them turned around and ran towards the house, obviously to inform the master and his wife.
When Han Du walked into the door, he happened to see his parents and An Qing coming out with his son in his arms.
It seemed that when he went out, the whole family was worried about him, and a warm spring breeze filled Han Du's chest.
Han Du first bowed to the two elders: "Father, mother, the child is back."
"It'll be good to come back~" Han De and Liu both smiled and nodded, and said in unison with a smile.
Han Du stood up, his eyes moved involuntarily to An Qing, stepped forward to hold her arm, and said softly: "I'm back."
"Hmm~" An Qing looked at Han Du with unblinking eyes and nodded slightly.
Han Du laughed, stretched out his hands to hold his son over, and moved his unshaven mouth towards his son's tender face.
"Bah~"
"Son, do you miss your father?"
Although Han Kezhong is almost three years old, he still can't remember things. You can forget someone every three to five days, let alone Han Du who has been gone for more than two months? Being hugged by Han Du was like meeting a stranger. Han Kezhong's face was full of fear. His chubby hands kept slapping Han Du's face. He struggled to go back to find An Qing, and even cried out.
"Oh oh oh~ Zhong'er is good, mother is here..." An Qing originally thought of coaxing his son a few times, but it had no effect at all, and his crying became louder and louder.
Han Du held his son in his arms with a face full of embarrassment. Is this bastard his biological child? I don’t recognize myself after not seeing each other for only two months. Thinking back to the beginning, when this little kid was sleeping on his belly, he didn't have the slightest connection with him.
There was no other way, so Han Du had no choice but to let go when An Qing reached out to hug his son.
What made Han Du even more angry was that as soon as his son was in An Qing's hands, he stopped crying instantly. He even had the courage to stare back at Han Du with his dark eyes.
Han Du smiled helplessly and accompanied An Qing and his son back to his yard.
"You haven't eaten yet? I'll have someone bring you some food and wine." An Qing put his son on the bed, then turned around and helped Han Du undress.
Han Du froze when he took off his clothes when he heard this.
After An Qing noticed it, he asked strangely: "What's wrong?"
If it wasn't just a meal, why would Han Du have such a big reaction?
Han Du came back to his senses, smiled and comforted An Qing, and then said while taking off his clothes: "Too much alcohol is not good for children. You can have the food and wine put in the front hall, and I will eat there."
"That's fine." An Qing nodded and responded without thinking too much.
Anyway, there is not much difference whether you eat in the front hall or in the house.
Han Du came to the front hall and saw that the maid had already placed the food and wine, and was about to leave. Han Du immediately stopped her: "Go and find Uncle Mu. I want to buy him a drink."
"Yes, Lord Marquis." The maid turned around and leaned over to agree, and then went to find Muda.
After a while, Muda came to the front hall, stooped and entered the door. He bowed slightly towards Han Du and said, "Master Marquis, are you looking for me?"
From the moment Uncle Mu entered the door, Han Du's eyes never left his face. After he walked up to him and spoke, Han Du came back to his senses, smiled, and stretched out his hand to signal: "Uncle Mu is here, sit down!"
"Thank you, Lord Marquis." Muda bowed slightly and sat down across from Han Du's table.
Seeing that Mu Da was a little confused looking at the food and wine on the table, Han Du smiled and explained: "I have never had a drink with Uncle Mu. No, I was bored drinking alone, so I wanted to have a drink with Uncle Mu. .”
With that said, Han Du picked up the wine bottle, poured two glasses, and handed one to Muda.
"Thank you, Mr. Marquis, but I've already had dinner and I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany you." Muda quickly stood up, took it with both hands, put the wine glass on the table, and said a little apologetically.
Han Du smiled slightly and said casually: "It doesn't matter, Uncle Mu takes a sip first and sees. If he can't drink it, I won't force him, right?"
After saying that, he looked at Muda calmly with his eyes as gentle as usual.
"Thank you, Lord Marquis, for your understanding." Mu Da didn't think too much. After thanking Han Du, he picked up the wine glass without any hesitation.
Han Du also smiled and picked up the wine glass, gesturing towards Muda from afar.
Han Du drank the wine in one gulp and looked at Mu Da with a normal expression.
Seeing this, Muda had no choice but to smile at Han Du and drink all the wine in the glass. Mu Da, who was originally smiling, suddenly turned dark after the wine went down his throat. He glanced up at Han Du and saw Han Du staring at him with burning eyes. Muda forced a smile and said hesitantly: "Master Marquis, this wine, this wine..."
"What's wrong with the wine?" Han Du looked at Muda without blinking and asked calmly.
"This doesn't seem to be the immortal drunk in the house, right?" Mu Dagan laughed and looked at Han Du tentatively.
But Han Du looked at him with a smile on his face and said nothing. As time passed, Mu Da's expression quickly darkened.
Han Du naturally understood when he saw the change in Muda's expression. With a sigh, Han Du said calmly: "Uncle Mu, is it really you?"
"Master Marquis, I..." Muda originally wanted to quibble, but the words came to his lips but he couldn't say them anyway.
Han Du took a deep breath and said with a burst of sadness in his tone: "This wine is called Yufrog Spring, and it is only available in Xi'an. I think Uncle Mu should be very familiar with this wine, right?"
Now that things have happened, Muda no longer quibbles. The idea was that he felt that quibbling in front of Han Du would be a blasphemy between him and Han Du. Straightening his back, Muda no longer tried to hide it, and admitted openly: "Yes, Xiao Xiao made this wine. But what Xiao Xiao doesn't understand is that the Marquis has never been to Xi'an before. This is also the first time I’ve been there, so why can I be so sure that this wine has something to do with Xiao Xiao?”
Han Du looked at Muda with a dazed expression. He was just suspicious at first, but now he was sure that Muda was hiding another layer of identity. Thinking that Muda had been in the Han family for so many years, Han Du was frightened.
Facing his question and looking at the years of friendship, Han Du did not hide it from him. He nodded and said: "It is impossible for people who do not understand the distillation process to brew the unusual wine of Immortal Drunk."
"Is there no one who can come up with a way to steam wine by chance?" Muda continued to ask.
Han Du nodded and curled his lips and said: "Of course it is possible. As long as they use the method of steaming wine, they can brew high-strength wine."
Seeing Muda, he shook his head and continued: "But even so, they will only sell the wine directly, instead of diluting the distilled good wine and then selling it. The better the wine, the higher the price will be. The higher the value, the stronger the wine mixed with water will be, but the taste will be inferior. I think if ordinary people made such wine, they would not choose to mix it with water and sell it, right?"
"Yes, this is indeed the truth. All hustle and bustle in the world is for profit." Muda nodded in agreement, and then asked: "Then how did the Marquis find out that this is wrong?"
Han Du saw that Mu Da wanted to ask clearly, so he looked into his eyes and said: "Perhaps people who have never drunk high-alcohol wine can't taste the strange taste, but in the mouths of people who are used to drinking real wine, a taste of it will You can easily tell the difference by tasting it. Uncle Mu has drunk both kinds of wine, so he should have a deep understanding of this."
"Above Heaven"
Muda was stunned when he heard this. The two wines tasted different, so he knew it. However, he just took a sip of the wine mixed with water and felt that it was not as good as the immortal drunk, so he never drank again. If Han Du hadn't mentioned this matter, he would have completely forgotten about it.
"How does the Marquis know the difference between the two wines?" Muda asked with some confusion.
Han Du smiled and did not explain to him.
Muda thought that Han Du had carefully tasted and distinguished the flavors of the two kinds of wine after discovering it in Xi'an. He smiled and nodded in admiration, and said: "Master Hou is indeed as careful as his hair, and the younger one is far inferior."
Han Du didn't know whether it was okay or not, so he didn't express any response to Mu Da's words, and asked instead: "Uncle Mu's nephew, it's not like Uncle Mu said he is your nephew, right?"
Muda smiled when he heard this and said: "For the sake of Mr. Hou patiently answering my doubts, I told Mr. Hou bluntly, no! Not only was it not, but before that, I didn't know him at all. .”
"Uncle Mu dared to tell someone he didn't know that he was your nephew in front of me, and even took the initiative to arrange for him to stay in the wine shop. Uncle Mu, who are you?" Han Du noticed that Yu Dongchun After noticing something was wrong, I immediately thought that there was something wrong with my wine shop. Then I thought of Muda, because the distillation process is strictly confidential, and only Muda knows it except Handu. Following Han Du, he thought of the nephew brought by Muda. Since Muda had a problem, this person who suddenly appeared in front of Han Du naturally aroused Han Du's suspicion.
When Han Du spoke, his right hand always hung under the table. At this time, he quietly opened the cowhide box on his waist and secretly took the revolver into his hand.
Mu Da chuckled, leaned back, intertwined his fingers and placed them on his raised legs. He glanced at Han Du's right hand and said with a forced smile: "Master Hou, you'd better put down the revolver. If I really wanted to do harm to Master Hou, I would have taken action against him long ago. How could I give him a chance to pick up the revolver?" ?”
Han Du's face stiffened for a moment. He didn't know whether what Mu Da said was true or not, but he didn't listen to Mu Da and put down the revolver. What should I do if he is bluffing me? If he puts down the revolver and he suddenly takes action, who will he ask to reason with?
Rather than believing in his friendship with Muda, Han Du still felt that Zuo Lun gave him more confidence.
Seeing that Han Du had no intention of putting down the revolver, Muda stopped trying to persuade him. After taking a look at it, he praised: "Master Hou is indeed a genius. He can even make such a magical weapon as a revolver. To be honest, the little one is As a martial arts practitioner, I would be extremely indignant when I saw the revolver, and even thought of destroying it completely.
Practicing martial arts is not just something you can accumulate with money, but also relies on talent. A person with extraordinary talent, after decades of hard training, the result is not as murderous as a person with no strength like the Marquis holding a revolver. "
Shaking his head lightly, Mu Da looked at Han Du blankly and asked: "Master Hou, what do you mean?
, is this fair? "
I don’t care about fairness or unfairness. Besides, only existence in this world is reasonable. Where does so much fairness come from? Han Du thought... Suddenly he came back to his senses, looked at Muda with wide eyes, and asked in surprise: "You practice martial arts? Who are you?"
Han Du had only seen one master of martial arts with his own eyes, and that was the old nun Huixin. That was the first time Han Du saw a real martial arts master, and he was quite envious of her coolness in coming and going like the wind.
He even went to ask Tang He if there really was any magical martial arts in this world. After hearing this, Tang He said that he had never heard of martial arts. As for people like Huixin, they were just talented and then specially trained.
And such people are very powerful among ordinary people. If she encounters an army, let's say a hundred people, even ten people, as long as they have bows and crossbows, they can kill her.
Tang He's understatement clearly meant that he didn't think such a person was an expert.
But when Han Du heard this, he was very excited and pestered Tang He to ask him to train him.
But Tang He just looked at Han Du with contempt and said bluntly that he was not suitable and had no talent.
Han Du was immediately angry. Why didn't he have any talent? Tang He didn't even give it a try and just denied himself. Isn't it too disrespectful? Why do you say you have no talent?
Tang He didn't say anything and took Han Du directly to the military camp. He found a group of people training and sarcastically said to Han Du: "Do you see, this is called talent?"
Han Du stared at the young men who were only fourteen or fifteen years old, lifting hundreds of kilograms of stone locks with one hand and holding one in each other. They were not even breathing as they walked.
"As for your physique, which makes you out of breath when you lift twenty pounds, it is useless no matter how hard you train. Instead of focusing on this, you might as well think carefully about your own future. Those who work hard will govern others, and those who work hard will govern others. The one who governs others. You are now a popular person in front of the emperor, and your future is limitless. It is not impossible to become a nobility or marquis in the future. Why are you thinking about these things?" Tang He felt that it was impossible for Han Du to practice martial arts. It's effective, but it's still putting the cart before the horse. Instead of sweating and practicing hard, it is better to take advantage of the emperor's attention, make more achievements, and become a marquis.
In Tanghe's opinion, the earl was of little use. The earl is only a personal title. Only by becoming a marquis can one be qualified to inherit the throne and his children and grandchildren will be protected. Isn't this better than working hard to practice martial arts?
When he practiced martial arts, it was because he had no choice but to survive in troubled times.
But what Tang and He didn't expect was that Han Du would not only be granted the title of earl soon, but also soon become the hereditary Marquis of Zhenhai. Even now, Han Du did not dare to make meritorious deeds anymore. It's not that he's afraid of impressing Lao Zhu with his outstanding achievements in front of him, but that Lao Zhu has no title now. If he performs any more meritorious deeds, it will be a slap in Lao Zhu's face, making people think that he is mean and unkind.
How could a martial arts practitioner be so poor that he needed his father to rescue him? Han Du's face became ugly.
Seeing Han Du's attitude, Muda immediately understood what he was thinking, and explained with a smile: "It's not what you think. When the master saved me, I was indeed at the end of the road. If the master hadn't rescued me, I would have been dead. It’s really possible that he died at that time.”
After hearing Mu Da's words, Han Du's face improved a lot. If Mu Da came to the Han family with a purpose in the first place, it would be terrible. Now this result makes Han Du feel better.
"As for who I am? Didn't the Marquis already have a guess?" Muda said with a meaningful smile.
"What do I know?" Han Du paused for a moment before raising his eyes and staring at Muda.
Han Du naturally had some suspicions about Muda's identity. Judging from Muda's actions, since he was risking his own life to get Yu Dong Chun Lai, he must be very short of money. Even if he is not short of money, those behind him are.
From this point, Han Du speculated whether Muda was related to those who secretly printed the treasure banknotes. The new treasure banknotes completely cut off those people's way of making money, and Han Du drove them away from their nest and even chased them across the continent, completely isolating them from the Ming Dynasty. In this way, the connection between these people and these leaders within the Ming Dynasty was cut off.
Those who stay in the Ming Dynasty are not gods, they also need to eat. Moreover, it is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but difficult to go from luxury to frugality. These people are used to living a happy life of picking up money, how can they bear to become poor again?
Therefore, even if these people risk their lives, they still want to make a lot of money.
Han Du originally thought that these people would make money through commodity trading, but now it seems that he overestimated them. These people will only choose to make money by lying down and are not willing to put in any hard work.
"Since the Marquis doesn't want to say it, then I can just say so. The Marquis guessed it right, the villain is the same as those who secretly printed the treasure banknotes." Muda shrugged and admitted frankly.
Han Du's eyes suddenly condensed when he heard this. He looked at Mu Da for a moment and said in a deep voice: "You are so brave. Who else is behind you?"
Facing Han Du's question, Mu Da shook his head slightly, "I don't know either."
"Aren't you guys in the same group? How could you not know? How did you get in touch?" Han Du was stunned, not believing what Muda said. Even if this is a single line of contact, there should be a superior and a subordinate, right? There can't be no people at the top or bottom, then it's not called power, but a mess.
