Zhang Jian replied calmly: "People who are used to conspiracy will think wrong when faced with conspiracy. But now is just the beginning, they will keep watching me and you. You must be careful when you go to the Yamen."
The Zhang family cannot take any action now, so that the enemy cannot figure out whether they know the real cause of Zhang Wangzhi's death. They can also effectively paralyze the enemy and protect Ye Feng.
Ye Feng fell into deep thought.
At this time, a servant came to ask Zhang Jian about something, so Zhang Jian got up and went out.
In the mourning hall, only Ye Feng and that bookworm Zhang Zhiliang were left.
Ye Feng and the other party have not spoken.
Previously, under Zhang Jian's introduction, when Ye Feng greeted Zhang Zhiliang, the other party just bowed his hand casually and went to study.
Ye Feng didn't think the other party was rude or offensive, he just regarded the other party as an idiot who only read books about sages.
But now, the nerd suddenly looked over and spoke out.
"You have nothing, you are just a civil servant, and you want to marry my sister just because of that distant relationship. Why? You are the one who is used to flattering me to please my father, right? You are a sycophant!"
Ye Feng raised his head and blinked.
The teacher's words were enigmatic, Zhang Jian's words were concise and sophisticated, and Zhang Wanrong's words were reserved and restrained. Ye Feng had almost developed a habit of listening to the Zhang family and had to keep up.
Ye Feng was a little confused when a man who seemed to be chatty and straightforward suddenly appeared.
Seeing his reaction, Zhang Zhiliang became even more angry.
When something happened to his grandfather, his father didn't think of a way to arrange for people to go to Sanshi County to suppress the bandits, so Zhang Zhiliang didn't think about it. Then suddenly a strange man appeared in the family, and he became his brother-in-law. He seemed to be quite popular with his father, and he could even talk happily in the mourning hall.
Zhang Zhiliang couldn't even remember when his father had so many words with him. He still lowered his voice and kept saying small things that even he avoided.
Looking at this man's treacherous appearance, it's no wonder that his sister hates him so much.
Zhang Zhiliang became more and more disgusted with it.
As a result, he ignored the etiquette and said hurtful words. Instead of being angry, the other person looked at him with a smiling face, as if he was too shameless to understand people.
"You took refuge in my family, and you used nothing to coax my father into marrying your sister to you. In fact, you are not worthy at all. A man stands between heaven and earth, do you have no spine and only cartilage? If it were me, I would be ashamed. Damn it, you will have no face to see the world, but you still stay in my house and never leave, you are really a scholar in vain!"
The more Zhang Zhiliang talked, the angrier he became, and he couldn't help but make derogatory and humiliating remarks one after another.
Ye Feng glanced at the other person and then looked away.
I was thinking: It’s really nice to have a big tree behind me.
I have strong elders who support me in everything, and I can grow according to my own heart without any worries. I am really happy.
But if it were him, if he was strong enough, he would not be willing to let his children bear the wind and rain.
It's just that such a child can't handle things. No wonder Zhang Jian wanted to take revenge. He would rather count on himself, an outsider, than on his children.
Ye Feng was unwilling to argue with Zhang Zhiliang, especially in front of his mentor.
And there is no need for any dispute between two completely different people.
On the contrary, the more harshly the other party scolds him, the more it will help conceal his identity and show the integrity of the Zhang family.
But Ye Feng was generous, but the other party was still unwilling to forgive him.
"You want me to be the official, my father has arranged it for you. If you want anything else, just say it. Is it money? You ask for an amount, and I will satisfy you. Get out of here when you get the money, and don't try to trick my sister again. Let me tell you: Don’t touch your nose or face, be careful.”
It's just less of an explicit threat.
Ye Feng's mood became heavy.
He continued to twist his neck to one side and looked at the portrait of his mentor.
The artist's skill was very high, and he painted his master's remains so vividly that even the silver threads on his head were painted as if they were shining under the candlelight.
Ye Feng will never forget the night when he and his mentor parted ways.
That's what "Brother Flathead" saw.
The teacher arranged the clothes for him who had fallen asleep, his eyes were calm and his tone was solemn, as if he was handing over a will.
"The mountain road is difficult to travel. It is long and blocked. It is better to go around than to go straight. It is better to protect yourself."
Naturally, the mentor didn't know that this was conveyed by "Brother Flathead".
It has been deeply engraved in Ye Feng's mind.
Did his mentor also intend for him to become a Genraosanteng?
Ye Feng didn't know.
All he knew was that he and Zhang Zhiliang were the same age but had different fates.
Zhang Zhiliang is still playing the role of a carefree young master, but he himself has gone through many vicissitudes in a short period of time from the peaceful years to this dynasty of war and wit, and he no longer feels free and happy. And in the future, there will be more hardships and dangers waiting for you.
And Zhang Zhiliang's future may be as smooth, simple... and happy as ever.
He, Ye Feng, has also become a part of the group that wants to protect the other party's future.
He didn't want to argue with it.
But the other party is still chattering away, trying to undermine people's self-esteem and ability.
Ye Feng turned to look at him, suddenly smiled brightly, and said with great pride: "A cup of tea or a vat of water, do you think I can't choose? Don't be noisy, don't study in a serious place. If you have such eloquence, go to your father and tell him, "Look for your roots." You don’t even know how to trace the origin?”
You don't dare to tell your father, you only dare to come at me, how promising are you? !
Zhang Zhiliang choked with anger.
He stood up angrily and angrily said: "You are indeed a greedy thief! Don't even think about trying to steal my Zhang family's property. As long as this young master lives for one day, you will never have a good life. We'll see!"
He walked away.
Looking for dad? Of course I don't dare.
As soon as he saw his father's abyss-like calmness, Zhang Zhiliang would instinctively feel frightened.
I just couldn't get angry, so I went to my third uncle to get some advice.
The third uncle is a businessman with many evil ideas.
However, Ye Feng only felt that he had done something wrong and made the nerd so angry that he pretended to be a young master. What a humble and polite boy he was.
Feeling sorry, I added more paper to the brazier and talked to my teacher about my suffering.
Look at yourself, now even if there is no one else around, you don’t dare to express your feelings.
When Zhang Jian returned, Ye Feng discussed the money issue with him.
The main theme is one: borrowing.
Borrow for a maximum of one year.
He, Ye Feng, is not a real softie. Although there is a shortage at the moment, and he needs to concentrate on dealing with and counterattacking the enemy, he still has to take on this title temporarily, but he will definitely repay all the expenses, and will do so as soon as possible.
He's even confident it won't take a year.
Zhang Jian readily agreed, admiring him even more.
Just a reminder: "Before you can be yourself, don't act rashly."
Ye Feng saves it.
But Zhang Chen came.
The round figure rolled up like a ball, followed by the arrogant and mighty Zhang Zhiliang.
Zhang Chen is a businessman with smiley muscles on his face, and he says "hehehe" to everyone he sees. After entering, he knelt down and sat opposite Ye Feng. He smiled and cupped his hands and said, "Zhiliang is young and has a great talent in poetry and calligraphy. If I am offended by my words, please be considerate."
This is clear support and real killing.
Although Zhang Zhiliang is young, he and Ye Feng are the same age.
To say that he is a talented poet and calligrapher is to ridicule Ye Feng for his lack of talent.
To say that Zhang Zhiliang was verbally offensive to him means that with his talent, you couldn't understand what he said and had misunderstood him.
Add the word "you" at the end, and the elders will give up to the younger ones, which is full of ridicule.
If Ye Feng hadn't heard it and still foolishly thought that the other party was trying to show respect to him and would just slide in, then he would become "Feng Feng" and be laughed at by the whole capital.
Ye Feng smiled back, and then asked a thousand-year-old unsolvable problem of "counting the number of feet of a chicken and a rabbit in a cage".
Aren't you a businessman? You should know how to count, right? Whether I am talented or not, you can tell me by counting my feet.
Countless, no matter how many times you count, there are half legs or three or five legs.
Zhang Chen counted until his eyes formed a pair of mosquito-repellent coils. Zhang Zhiliang helped him count, and soon they became another pair of mosquito-repellent coils.
Finally, Zhang Chen hugged his round head and slipped to Ye Feng's side. He didn't want any elder image anymore and sincerely bowed his hands and asked for an answer.
And his approach of "changing camps" by being arrogant first and then being respectful directly made Zhang Zhiliang angry.
In fact, Zhang Zhiliang also wanted to know the correct solution, but he was so thin-skinned and tender-faced that he could only leave in anger, go back to his room, close the door, and figure it out in secret.
Seeing him running away in shame, Zhang Jian's eyes were dull. Zhang Chen turned a blind eye and only stared at Ye Feng.
Ye Feng shook his head slightly, looked sideways at Zhang Chen, and replied: "Chicken and rabbit are just metaphors."
The difficulty of this question is that the solver always stares at those chickens and rabbits, and unconsciously pursues the natural and reasonable part.
In fact, as long as the question is solved, the question maker does not care whether the chicken has half legs or whether the rabbit has five legs.
Zhang Chen was stunned.
After more than ten breaths, I was convinced.
"Xiu Yuan, you are really talented, but your third uncle is unwise."
Don't go into blind alleys when in trouble. Zhang Chen really felt Ye Feng's intelligence and agility from it.
He likes this kid!
"Then you say, one basket of oranges and half a basket of pears are mixed up, and there is no time to divide them. How should we calculate them?"
Zhang Chen also changed his mind and asked about calculation problems that are often encountered in business.
It's not that I'm embarrassed, I just really want to know.
Ye Feng looked at him and reminded in a low voice: "Isn't it okay if the price is the same?"
Let Zhang Chen experience the twists and turns.
Zhang Chen also went back to his house to take care of himself.
The mourning hall finally became quiet again.
Zhang Jian, whose face was paralyzed, had a strong sense of appreciation in his eyes.
Ye Feng didn't see it.
He felt hungry.
I don’t know what’s going on lately, I feel like I’m sick and I can’t get enough to eat.
In order to distract his attention, he continued to discuss the IOU issue with his "father-in-law".
When he returned to the house at night and grabbed Brother Honey Badger from his hat, he felt a little strange.
Nowadays, round hats have a standing top, and there is a groove between the top and the top of the hat. The little honey badger doesn't like being held by him, so he likes to stretch out and nest there. It's like adding a white border to the top of Ye Feng's hat.
Ye Feng can let it go, and he can still see far away when he climbs high.
But after he was caught tonight, Brother Honey Badger was looking askance at him.
It seems to be expressing in his consciousness - Silly Que?
! ! !
Ye Feng held it in front of his eyes and asked simply: "What do you mean?"
