Just when Qin Fengzheng and Wang Yuanqing were discussing how to test whether Duan Wenjun was really talented, Duan Wenjun, who was sitting in the hall of Duan Mansion, sneezed several times in a row and sprayed saliva on Duan Daxiong's face, who was sitting opposite.
However, Duan Daxiong didn't care at all. Instead, he asked with concern, "Wenjun, what's wrong? Are you cold?"
"Dad, it's not cold." Duan Wenjun looked at the crystal spots hanging on Duan Daxiong's face and said with guilt on his face, "I'm sorry, my nose is a little itchy. I don't know who is talking about me."
Duan Daxiong was stunned when he heard this. How could his itchy nose and sneezing have anything to do with being talked about?
However, he didn't pay too much attention.
He was already used to these strange words Duan Wenjun said.
Because, not only has he been listening to it a lot these days, but Duan Xiaoxing will also teach him a few nonsense words when the young master talks to himself from time to time...
It is estimated that it is the sequelae of this serious injury.
For example, "That's weird, is this a parallel space?"
Another example is: "Aren't the so-called Thirteen Classics of Chinese Studies just the books of Confucianism? Why can't you see other books here?"
"There are too few seasonings here. It's normal without MSG and oil consumption. Why isn't there even soy sauce?"
"These things must be very valuable. If you take them back home, they can be sold for at least 1,000 to 8 million!"
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Xiao Xingzi didn't understand the nonsense Duan Wenjun said, and naturally Duan Daxiong didn't understand either.
What parallel space, what Confucianism, what MSG, oil consumption, soy sauce...
See the unseen, hear the unheard.
However, Duan Daxiong is now very open-minded.
Even if it was really the sequelae of a serious injury, Duan Wenjun had some problems with his brain and occasionally talked nonsense, but at least he was much stronger than before.
Moreover, Wenjun's performance during this period was completely beyond his imagination and beyond his imagination.
Xiao Xingzi told him that the young master who used to open his mouth when he had nothing to do with his clothes but now actually dresses and washes himself, and often likes to go to the kitchen to cook up some "new dishes", euphemistically called improving the taste.
Duan Daxiong felt that although these things should have been done by servants, since his son wanted to do it himself, it didn't matter.
Especially when Qiu was still alive, he also liked to cook and study a few side dishes himself.
The son is like his mother, there is nothing wrong with him.
In particular, it is said that the miracle doctor Wang Yuanqing fell in love with the porridge cooked by his son. This is a great thing.
In Wangjiang City, who doesn't know that Divine Doctor Wang has a mouth and is very picky about food. Even the most famous cook of Wangjiang Tower has been repaired by him.
Xiao Xingzi told him that the young master never read before, but since he woke up, he has read until late at night every day.
However, the young master does not seem to be interested in the Thirteen Classics of Chinese Studies. Instead, he likes to read some offbeat books, such as "Wangjiang County Chronicles" and "Da Shunfeng Wu Ji".
Moreover, the young master especially likes to read poems and essays, and he reads the "Collected Works of Qin Feng" every night.
Duan Daxiong felt that although the Thirteen Classics of Chinese Studies were the orthodox one, it was a good thing that his son was willing to read books after all, and he also liked reading poetry.
In particular, when his mother was still alive, she especially loved the "Collected Works of Qin Feng".
Xiao Xingzi said that the young master not only loves to read poems, but also can write poems. Even Dr. Wang thinks that the young master writes well.
This surprised Duan Daxiong even more.
Doctor Wang is a disciple of Mr. Qin, the dean of Sihai Academy, and his ability is not small.
Doctor Wang said it was good, so it must be good.
Maybe, with his literary talents, his son can be ranked among the talented people in Wangjiang. That would be the incense burned by his old Duan family ancestors.
And it sounds like, given the stinky temper of Divine Doctor Wang, his son actually gets along well with him. It’s really...
"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Duan Wenjun frowned and asked in confusion, seeing Duan Daxiong's eyes staring straight at him without moving.
"It's okay!" Duan Daxiong came back from his thoughts. "Wenjun, I'm going to Duanjiapu tomorrow. Do you want to follow me for a walk?"
Duan Wenjun nodded, "It will be Qingming Festival in a few days, so we can go and pay homage to our mother."
Duan Wenxiong was shocked when he heard this.
Duanjiabao is where the old residence of the Duan family is located, and many of the Duan family's properties and workshops are located there.
The most important thing is that Qingming Festival will be held in a few days. The ancestors of the Duan family and Qiu Yun are buried there, and Duan Daxiong is planning to go back to visit the graves.
In the past, my son would never have agreed to go to that kind of rural place, where there was mud and manure everywhere.
Just now, an idea came to his mind. His son had changed, maybe he would be willing?
There was just a glimmer of hope, and he didn't have much extravagant hope that his son would agree.
But before he opened his mouth, his son proposed to pay homage to the Qiu family. How could this not surprise him?
My son has really changed and grown up.
It was only a day's journey from Wangjiang to Duanjiabao, but Duan Daxiong arranged a team of nearly thirty people and three large carriages.
Not only did he bring four or five maids and wives with him, he also specially asked Jia Ping to select about twenty capable guards to accompany him.
Since Duan Wenjun was kidnapped last time, he had to think more about safety issues.
Before the expert he invited arrived, Duan Wenjun could feel safe if he brought more people to protect him.
Duan Wenjun said that he hoped Duan Daxiong would take him around, so it was naturally impossible for Duan Daxiong to refuse.
It's a good thing that my son is actually interested in checking out his family's property.
Of course, in order to avoid causing discomfort to Duan Wenjun, he left his second aunt and third aunt at home who wanted to go out with him.
Although the son has gotten along well with them these past few days, he will go to worship the Qiu family after all. If the son is not happy then...
Duan Daxiong must strictly eliminate any factors that may make his son unhappy during this trip.
Compared with Duan Daxiong's hesitation, Duan Wenjun seemed very leisurely during this trip.
The group of bodyguards who were originally following him had all been pushed back to Duan Daxiong since he woke up and no longer stayed in his own courtyard.
Therefore, only the bookboy Duan Xiaoxing and the maid Cuiping were left to serve him.
Naturally, he only had two people with him at the moment.
You don’t have to pack your luggage yourself, Cuiping has already prepared it.
Xiao Nizi was very happy when she heard that she was going to Duanjiabao.
However, Duan Wenjun knew in his heart that he followed Duan Daxiong to Duanjiabao not for fun, but because he had his own plans.
Now that he has come to this world, maybe he can do something, maybe he should do something.
In particular, maybe we can do something for the Duan family first.
The journey was full of spring scenery, with birds singing and flowers fragrant. The team set out from Wangjiang River, starting from the road paved with bluestone slabs in the city, and then turned into an official road paved with sandstone.
After walking for about half a day, the original gravel road was replaced by a dirt road with different unevenness.
The carriage was bumping uncomfortably on the dirt road, and Duan Wenjun couldn't ride a horse, so he got out of the carriage and prepared to take a few steps to get some fresh air.
After last night's spring rain, the air was still filled with a rich smell of earth, mixed with the scent of grass and flowers.
The sun shines warmly on the earth, and the water droplets on the leaves reflect the light of the stars.
"Wenjun, from here on, it belongs to our Duanjiabao territory." Duan Daxiong also jumped out of the car and twisted his slightly fat body to come to him. "From the fields past here to Duan Jiabao and Duanjiaji belong to our Duan family."
Following the direction of Duan Daxiong's finger, Duan Wenjun looked at the endless fields in front of him and the ant-sized "Duan Family Fort" at the foot of the mountain in the distance. Duan Wenjun couldn't help but be stunned. "Does this area belong to our Duan family?"
