Chapter 108: The Wang family comes to vote (1)
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Zhao Ping frowned, nodded and said, "This is indeed a difficult problem. The household registration itself is not easy to solve, and there are so many bandits."
Zhao Ping walked back and forth on the coffee table several times, deep in thought.
"But if this problem is not solved, it is inevitable that they will continue to be bandits. Let's go back and think of something slowly."
This has to be approached by the government, but there are too many people, so I'm afraid the government will be in a bit of trouble.
But no matter how difficult it is, a solution must be found.
The weather is getting hotter and hotter, but Zhao Ping doesn't feel much heat.
One is that Tonggu Mountain is higher and the temperature is certainly lower than that of Zhaojiazhuang.
The more important reason is another reason, there are people around me who keep fanning themselves.
It was none other than Cuizhu.
Zhao Ping felt that the weather on the mountain was not too hot and said there was no need to fan.
Cuizhuting could not help but be stunned and paused.
She lowered her head and looked at "Journey to the West" in her hand, reading it with relish.
This "Journey to the West" is obviously different from Wu Chengen.
Sun Wukong was not conquered by Buddha, but by Taishang Laojun.
Here Buddha is not the supreme one with magical power, the supreme one is Taishang Laojun.
I am a disciple of an immortal, not a disciple of Buddhism. How can I let a monk ride on my head?
The boundless magic power of the gods must be reflected in the book.
Zhao Ping is writing Zhao's version of "Journey to the West" with a quill pen.
I wrote so fast that Zhao Ping's forehead was slightly sweaty without realizing it.
Cuizhu's mind was not entirely focused on the storybook, and she looked up at Zhao Ping from time to time.
Seeing the sweat on Zhao Ping's forehead, she couldn't help but frown slightly, picked up the folding fan on the table, and gently fanned Zhao Ping.
Seeing that there was no tea in the teacup, he stood up and picked up the kettle on the fairy stove to add water to the teacup.
This house is her territory, and of course she has control over her territory.
No one can come in without her consent.
Zhao Yun can't do it, and Wang Qiwan certainly can't do it.
Even if Wang Guo'er Zhao Long comes in, he must obtain his consent.
This is her sphere of influence, and of course this is her and her husband's paradise.
Of course, Xixing is not good at it, who allows him to have a sister who looks like a fairy.
The mountains are nice, there are no goblins, only nurses.
But nurses are also his subordinates.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile, and gently wiped some sweat from Zhao Ping with a handkerchief.
Xi Xing is very happy now.
He saw the pleasant scenery of Tonggu Mountain and saw cart after cart of treasures being passed over from him.
Xi Xing couldn't help but feel more and more accomplished.
The reason why Zhao Ping asked him to appoint Dai Shiqian, Feng Yongcheng, Song Fei, Ma Li and others was because he was in charge.
Zhao Ping generally does not interfere in matters within his scope of responsibility.
He mainly focuses on personnel and financial power and decision-making power on major issues, and he can delegate as much power as possible in other matters.
Xi Xing, Yang Yun, and Zhao Yun couldn't help but be overjoyed. They worked more and more energetically and felt more and more accomplished.
Xi Xing now admires his sister Xi Lingzhu's courage more and more, and the whole family does not regard her as the only one who has the highest regard.
Now his father Xiyang has become the owner of the building and is currently building villas and high-rise buildings in Zhaojiazhuang;
Not only are there benefits, but the reputation is also good, and we are also preparing to build a high-rise building called the Salesian Bureau, which has accumulated good deeds and merits for thousands of years;
Xi Lingzhen not only established a foothold in Huaxianzifang, but also became one of the persons in charge;
He even became one of the leaders of the security group.
The security group's combat effectiveness was obviously far greater than that of the officers and soldiers, and the government was unable to capture Tonggu Mountain Stronghold. It was so easy to capture it and harvest a huge amount of treasures.
The security group has become one of the most powerful armed forces in Changyuan County and even Changzhou, not to mention that the security group is still expanding.
But Xixing still feels a bit unsatisfactory.
He couldn't help but look in the direction of the village master's house.
Although this woman is very young, her skills are very powerful.
Make full use of her privileges and firmly control Zhao Ping in her hands.
It can be imagined that Cuizhu is lovingly fanning Zhao Ping with a folding fan.
She thought that no matter how favored this maid was, she would not be able to become the first wife, not to mention that her sister had already been confirmed by her mistress as the second wife.
Thinking of this, he felt less blocked and seemed to relax.
The security team received a warm welcome when they returned to Zhaojiazhuang.
Zhaojiazhuang held a welcoming ceremony such as beating gongs and drums and delivering eggs by the sisters-in-law and young ladies.
Not long after Zhao Ping sat down, Qiu Shuang came to report to Zhao Ping: "I'm telling you, Mr. Wang, the patriarch of Wangjiazhuang, Wang Wenxiu, wants to see you. The mistress wants you to go to the living room."
Are you here to seek justice?
But Wang Wenfu really can't blame me. He is asking for trouble.
Zhao Ping couldn't help but frown.
Zhao Ping thought to himself: "What is Wang Wenxiu doing here now? Is he here to care about his nephew, the prince, and the lawsuit?"
The two Zhuangzi looked friendly on the surface, but in fact, Wangjiazhuang secretly killed someone last time.
Since the dispute over water in Zhaojiazhuang, the two Zhuangzi have not had much contact, and they are basically in a state of indifference.
What's more, the last time he was attacked by rumors, Wang Wenfu was obviously responsible.
He had long been eager to swallow Zhaojiazhuang in one gulp, which almost made Zhaojiazhuang almost bankrupt.
If Zhao Ping had not won the lawsuit, the craftsmen had not been released on the spot, and if the horse bandits had not been defeated at Erlangtan, what would have been the outcome?
The outcome is that as long as one of the two things succeeds, Wang Wenfu is very likely to succeed.
Zhao Ping really didn't want to deal with the people in Wangjiazhuang, and he didn't want to maintain the superficial harmony, but his mother asked him to go out.
Wang Wenxiu was even more uneasy.
After all, Wang Wenfu did something very dishonest this time. Spreading rumors and slandering Zhaojiazhuang was a dirty trick.
In the name of his father's 60th birthday, he invited all his close friends in Zhaojiazhuang to attend the banquet.
Isn't this a big and public statement that Zhaojiazhuang is going to be swallowed up?
Fortunately, Zhao Yun and Wang Xiaojia were not fooled.
Seeing that this trick didn't work, he even asked people to dress up as bandits and rob Zhaojiazhuang.
I just didn't expect that although Wang Wenfu achieved some results, everything failed in the end due to Zhao Ping's counterattack.
The result is that Wang Wenfu spent all his savings in order to swallow up Zhaojiazhuang last time, but ended up with a huge debt.
After this action, Wang Wenfu's reputation and property were greatly reduced, which invisibly reduced the threat to Wang Wenxiu.
Although Wang Wenxiu was happy, he was under a lot of pressure.
He must prove his ability as a clan leader, his ability to overcome difficulties, and his ability to make Wangjiazhuang prosperous.
Because now not only Wang Wenfu is having a hard time, but the whole Wangjiazhuang is also having a hard time, and Wangjiazhuang has run out of meat.
The continuous drought has also wiped out their savings over the years.
If Wang Wenfu succeeded in swallowing Zhaojiazhuang last time, he would certainly be able to keep Wangjiazhuang occupied for several years.
The patriarch may be replaced, not Wang Wenxiu, but Wang Wenfu.
But this road is dead now.
Zhaojiazhuang is more prosperous than before, and there are constant rumors, which is dizzying.
It is said that Zhaojiazhuang has already had auspicious gifts presented to the court.
It is nonsense to say that Zhao Ping's mother and son were recommended by the government as Ruren and Chaosanlang.
Zhaojiazhuang Academy has been upgraded to an official school, and Xuezheng and Zhixue have come to Zhaojiazhuang Academy to teach.
If the first two are legends, the latter one has become a fact.
Under various pressures, he had to abandon his old face and come to Zhaojiazhuang.
Zhao Ping came to the living room and saw his mother in a curtain hat receiving Wang Wenxiu accompanied by Zhao Jie.
In addition to Wang Wenxiu himself and the housekeeper, there were several other people.
One of them is his son Wang Ziyi, and there is also a young lady Zhao Ping has never seen before.
The little lady has picturesque eyebrows and skin like snow.
Behind her there was a wet nurse and a maid standing beside her to wait on her.
Due to the differences between men and women, Wang Wenxiu didn't talk much to his mother.
On the other hand, Wang Ziyi talked about a lot of interesting things with Zhao Ping in school, which made her mother smile.
Zhao Ping came in, and everyone in the Wang family looked at him.
Zhao Ping could only smile slightly, not expecting that something unexpected happened.
The little lady who was about the same age as Zhao Ping had a very strange look in her eyes.
She glanced at Zhao Ping bitterly, then looked up at the poems, calligraphy and paintings on the wall.
Zhao Ping couldn't help but be stunned, thinking, I didn't offend you, why do you hate me when we meet?
Zhao Ping hurriedly stepped forward and bowed to Wang Wenxiu, saying: "The great uncle is here, and the little nephew's humble house will be full of glory."
"My nephew should have come to visit him a long time ago, but he usually has a lot of things to do. He just came back from Tonggu Mountain and has not had time to come to visit him yet. I hope Boon will be considerate and considerate."
Before Wang Wenxiu could answer, a clear voice came: "Hypocrisy."
It turned out to be that little lady!
She said lightly: "Wangjiazhuang and Zhaojiazhuang are only separated by a river. Why don't you come and visit?"
Indeed, the two Zhuangzi are just a small river, not a big river like the Cail River.
The name of this river is very strange. Wangjiazhuang calls it Wangjiahe, while Lijiazhuang calls it Lijiahe. Both Zhuangzi wanted to take the right to name the river into their own hands.
Fortunately, Zhaojiazhuang was not involved, otherwise some people would still call it Zhaojiahe.
However, although Zhaojiazhuang did not participate in the virtual naming, he has now unknowingly become the real owner of this creek.
Otherwise, why would the owner of Wangjiazhuang take the initiative to visit him?
You must know that the boss of the three Zhuangzi in the past was Wangjiazhuang, and only Lijiazhuang visited one.
Even Zhaojiazhuang was not qualified at all, so it was still placed in the name of Lijiazhuang.
Zhao Ping said some kind words, but he didn't expect to be stabbed, and his expression suddenly felt awkward.
Wang Wenxiu glanced at the little lady and said displeasedly: "Nineteenth lady, don't talk nonsense."
Then he smiled at Zhao Ping and said, "This is my little girl, Nineteen Niang, who is also my youngest legitimate daughter. She has been spoiled since she was a child."
He looked at the little lady with some fondness, and said to Zhao Ping: "I hope Ping'er won't put her above her."
He stroked his beard, looked at Zhao Ping and then looked at the little lady.
"Jiu Niang particularly likes Ping'er's "Dream of Red Mansions" and poems. She has long wanted to come over and see how Ping'er is doing."
He sighed deeply and said: "Today she finally got her wish."
Zhao Ping felt a little strange, and he just said some kind words.
Unexpectedly, Wang Wenxiu climbed up the ladder and even called himself his nephew.
With such intimacy, could there be some conspiracy?
