"Let's go back home first."
Wang Zhi held up Wang Fu with one hand and Wang Gui with the other. He had no intention of continuing to visit the eye-catching Xiangguo Temple, and walked towards the palace among the pointing people.
"Dexian."
"Here, what are your orders from the master?"
Hearing Wang Zhi's call, Zhao Dexian walked forward quickly and bowed his head beside him, as if he was a slave.
"Please help me find out where Zhang Shuye is staying and who else is at home." Wang Zhi ordered.
"It's our job, why bother?" Zhao Dexian replied, then turned around and asked, "Do you want me to summon the people of Juxian Hall?"
Wang Zhi was confused and asked: "I want to become a disciple. What should I do with the people of Juxian Hall?"
Zhao Dexian paused for a moment, then praised him: "What a good plan!"
"What's a good plan?" Wang Zhi was a little confused again, why did this disciple speak so strangely.
"The master wants to use apprenticeship as a pretense to get close to the Zhang family's wife..."
"Stop it, stop it!"
Before Zhao Dexian finished speaking, Wang Zhi interrupted him and looked at his retainer with some disbelief. The despicable act of using a weak woman as a hostage to blackmail Zhang Shuye could be regarded as a zeal to protect the master and a loyal act. First, let’s not mention it for the moment, but this is a gathering of people from the Juxian Hall, and it is also approaching the Zhang family’s wife. What is the meaning of this?
Wang Zhi suddenly felt that there was something wrong with the academic officer who expelled Zhao Dexian from the Imperial Academy. This guy really had some "bad moral character and academic conduct".
The face comes from the heart, the ancients sincerely did not deceive me.
After being confused for a long time, Wang Zhi finally explained to him: "I really want to worship Zhang Tianshen as my teacher, and asking you to investigate his heels is also a good way to prepare gifts. Please don't cause any trouble for me."
Zhao Dexian was at a loss for words. Was this flattery a slap on the horse's hooves? Why isn't my master a well-known dandy in Bianjing City? Didn't you tease a decent woman in the street just now?
Several questions came to mind. Gao Dexian, who had served Gao Yanei for several years, thought that he had seen through the style of these wealthy dandies. He thought that Gao Yanei and Wang Yanei were the same, with no difference, but why didn't Wang Yanei Playing the cards according to the routine?
Zhao Dexian thought for a moment and decided whether it was true or false. He first became familiar with the style of his master, and then spoke to the topic. He immediately agreed and turned around to act.
After Zhao Dexian left, Wang Fucai, who was being held by Wang Zhi, said, "Erlang, this Zhao Dexian doesn't look like a good person. Don't get too close to him in the future."
Wang Gui said nothing, but nodded vigorously in agreement.
Wang Zhi also frowned slightly, "Forget it, let's see again. My cousin and I have recommended him to be the refugee coordinator. As long as things are done well, he can be tolerated for some personal ethics issues."
Wang Fu didn't say anything more when he heard this, but he was even more alert in his heart. He must not let Erlang and Zhao Dexian get along alone in the future, so as not to lead his own Erlang into trouble.
After the three of them returned home, they each applied ointment. It was only in the evening that Zhao Dexian returned home.
After meeting Wang Zhi, Zhang Shuye introduced him in detail, "My master, we have investigated clearly. Zhang Shuye was summoned to Beijing by the imperial court. He only arrived in Bianjing two days ago. He must have contributed to the suppression of the rebellion." , the imperial court must reward you."
"We are currently renting in Taolin Lane outside Baokangmen. We have two sons in the family, the eldest son Zhang Bofen and the second son Zhang Zhongxiong. Their biological mother died of illness a few years ago. The wife of the Zhang family I met today is Zhang Shuye's wife. "
Hearing this, Wang Zhicai responded with an envious look on his face: "No wonder Madam Zhang is so young. Tsk, my unqualified master is really lucky."
When Zhao Dexian heard this, he showed a real expression. He also said that he was not trying to catch someone else's wife's body. He pretended to be so sanctimonious that he was almost fooled by you.
However, Zhao Dexian has learned his lesson now, and even if he understands his master's intentions, he doesn't show it on his face. Since the master wants to sell himself and establish a business, he is the one who contributes.
"Uncle Zhang just arrived in Beijing the day before yesterday. He probably won't be able to leave the capital for a month or two. The master has enough time to learn from his master."
Wang Zhi did not hear the teasing meaning in Zhao Dexian's words, but just praised him for his ability in doing things.
After staying with him for dinner, Zhao Dexian wanted to stay in the palace and get close to the master's family, but Wang Zhi drove him back to Juxian Hall on the grounds that he would start building a workshop in the west of the city tomorrow and needed to be taken care of.
If A Niang sees such a cunning person staying in her house, she won't be able to cause trouble for him, Wang Erlang.
…
Early the next morning, Wang Zhi got up early before his two children called the door, and dressed up. Becoming a disciple these days was like worshiping ancestors, so it was not careless.
Looking at the bronze mirror from left to right, Wang Zhi praised it, but felt that something was missing.
correct!
Wang Zhi's eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something, he opened the door gently and stuck his head out, looking around at no one, then tiptoed along the corridor and into the backyard.
After entering the backyard, Wang Zhi bowed even lower, taking small steps under the cover of surrounding flowers and plants, and headed straight for the familiar pot of peonies.
People in the Song Dynasty loved flowers, especially peonies. Their name was: the flower of Luoyang is the crown of the world, so peony was named Luoyang flower.
In other words, in the eyes of Song people, this "flower" just refers to peony. There are two kinds of flowers, peony and other flowers.
Peonies bloom in early April and peak in May, but the peony in the backyard was bred in Luoyang and bloomed in March. It was a gift from Zhong's close friend, who loved her dearly.
A few days ago, a flower just bloomed, and before Mrs. Zhong could appreciate it, someone picked it without knowing it. Mrs. Zhong was so angry that she flew into a rage, and everyone in the house was so frightened that no one dared to approach the king of flowers.
Yesterday, another peony flower bloomed in the pot, and now it is swaying in the wind, overwhelming the whole courtyard.
However, at this moment, a big hand came up from the bottom and grasped the branch of the flower. There was only a "click" sound, and only the green leaves were left in the peony pot swaying in the wind...
Wang Zhi secretly rejoiced. He turned around and was about to leave, but he met two pairs of big bright eyes. Wang Zhi was so frightened that he almost threw the peonies out of his hands.
"Second brother, you stole grandma's precious flowers again."
"Uncle, thief."
"Shh..."
Wang Zhi quickly signaled the two children to be quiet, then took out two packs of candied fruits from his arms, and then comforted the two little guys.
Wang Zhi, whose daily work consists of sleeping, eating, and walking his children, is naturally always busy with things to do.
A group of one, two and three people squatted among the flowers and trees to complete this shameful transaction.
It's just that Wang Zhi's huge body is very conspicuous squatting among the flowers, making it difficult for others to miss him.
"What are you three doing squatting there?"
At this time, a clear female voice sounded, and Wang Zhi was frightened. Whose voice belonged to Wang Zhi, but he knew very well that this was really going to kill someone.
Wang Zhi turned around and saw Huan'er, Aniang's personal maid, looking in the corridor.
Huan'er has arrived, will Aniang be far behind?
Sure enough, a familiar figure appeared vaguely behind Huan'er.
Wang Zhi didn't hesitate anymore, and quickly inserted the peony in his hand into the head of the little boy squatting in front of him, then stood up and cursed: "You idiot, the peony that your mother has been looking forward to every day has just bloomed like this, and you still have one." If you pick it off, you will see how the eldest mother will deal with you when she comes."
Zhong, who was behind Huan'er, heard these words and became very anxious. He quickly ran over with his clothes. When he saw that his beloved single seedling of peonies had been picked again, he became furious and faced the little kid with the peony on his head. He yelled, "Wang Hang, did you do it?"
"Mom, it's not me."
Little Wang Hang jumped up and down in a hurry, pointed at Wang Zhi and slurred, "It's uncle, uncle picked it."
Not daring to look at Grandma's angry eyes, Wang Zhi rolled up his sleeves and was about to hit the little kid, "You're such a bastard, you've learned to lie since you've grown up, right? You deserve a beating."
Mrs. Zhong looked at her daughter again. Xiao Wang Ling took a peek at her second brother, then lowered her head and pointed at the little guy and said, "Little Hanghang picked it."
Wang Zhi immediately breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, then put away the five raised fingers, raised his head and chest and hummed.
It's just that the little guy was so miserable that he was so anxious that he couldn't say anything and started crying loudly.
"You're still crying."
Zhong couldn't help but pick up the little guy's back collar and slap him on the butt.
Xiao Wang Ling carried her mother on her back and walked to her second brother, looked at him sideways, and then quietly stretched out her palm.
Wang Zhi tacitly took out five more packs of candied fruits from his arms and handed them over distressedly.
Sooner or later I will sell this little girl like you.
Wang Zhi thought fiercely again.
Amidst Xiao Wanghang's cries, Wang Zhi quietly backed away and was about to run away, but was suddenly stopped by Zhong, "Where are you going?"
"Uh... that... A Niang... I..."
Just when Wang Zhi was still arranging the order of words in his mind, Zhong said again, "Are you ready for the apprenticeship ceremony?"
"ah?"
Wang Zhi was stunned, but then he realized, yes, what Wang Fu knew, how could A Niang not know.
"That...not yet, I plan to go to the street to take a look later."
Mrs. Zhong rolled her eyes at her son and then said one word, "Come"
"oh."
Wang Zhi responded and followed behind Mr. Zhong.
Xiao Wang Ling and Huan'er followed soon after, leaving only Xiao Wang Hang still howling in the courtyard.
Xiao Wang Ling, who was following halfway, may have realized her conscience, so she turned around and ran back to her nephew and stuffed a pack of candied fruits into his hand.
The little guy stopped crying and ran behind his aunt on his short legs.
Mr. Zhong led several people to the door of a wing, opened a slightly rusty lock, and then pushed the door open.
"Mom, what are you doing in daddy's study?"
Zhong did not immediately reply to Wang Zhi's words, but walked to the desk, picked up an iron gun on the weapons rack, then reached out to take Huan'er and handed over the wiping cloth, and slowly wiped it.
As Zhong wiped it, the slightly dusty iron gun gradually revealed its true appearance.
The gun is eight feet long, with a lifelike flying dragon coiled around the body, weighing about thirty kilograms. The whole body is silver-white. The head of the gun is eight inches long, reflecting the morning light, and the cold light is piercing.
Even if it has not been used for several years and is covered with dust, this iron gun is still rust-free, which is evident from such a magical weapon.
