Solve your knots with your heart.
"Tong Duzao, I don't want to fulfill your request."
Ning Wuyang stretched out his hand to help the person up.
Tong Buhuo still wanted to struggle and kneel down.
But Ning Wuhao, who gets up early to exercise every day, is not a vegetarian either. The two were in a stalemate for a while.
In the end, Tong Buhuo was worried that he would accidentally injure him by using too much force, so he had no choice but to stand up and spoke with a nasal tone: "Why don't you want to fulfill your wishes? Do you not like this job?"
Seeing that Tong Buyu was trying to change the topic in a messy direction, Ning Wuhuang could only lower his voice and replied: "Whether I like this job or not, at least you have to like it."
Tong Buhuo looked confused: What do you mean?
"I bought the land in Liujiazhuang and connected it to the flower field. I plan to place the wounded soldiers here. If grandpa comes back early, it probably won't be long before he brings some wounded soldiers who are willing to settle here. Come."
"Tong Duzao, you also survived that difficult time. You should know how much hope the power of your example will bring to them."
Compared with working in the Ning family, there is more to be gained.
There is also a chance to enter the officialdom and be valued by His Majesty, which will give the wounded soldiers greater confidence and survive against difficulties.
Even if Tong Buyuo is just an example, it is a fact before our eyes.
Ning Wuyang followed the example of an adult and patted Tong Buhuo's shoulder hard.
He said nothing more.
He believed that Tong Buhuo could empathize with him and understood that this supervisor was a must.
"Young Master... It is the greatest luck of my life to be able to meet Young Master and enter Ning Mansion!"
Tong Buhuo sniffed and did not dare to cry.
The imperial doctor of Jing'an City once said that not only was his eyes unable to see light again, but the injury had not yet healed, so it was not appropriate to shed tears to prevent the wound from worsening.
But at this time, even a thousand words could not express his inner thoughts, so he could only give words of assurance.
"Young Master, don't worry. Since I have become the supervisor, I will not embarrass you."
Uh... not really necessary.
Ning Wuyang felt that Tong Buhuo's ideological burden was a bit heavy, but when he thought about some people's personalities, he just smiled and responded: "Do a good job, take care of your health, and contribute more to the great prosperity."
"yes!"
The matter of giving up the official position was bypassed.
Ning Wuyang thought that Tong Buhuo's appointment as an official was indeed a great event worth publicizing.
He specially sent people to the workshop and told the wounded soldiers who were working that they would come to Zhangjiazhuang for a meal together after work in the evening.
At the same time, people invited nearby villagers to come to help and hold a lively banquet.
Just ready.
When the servants came to report, Ning Feng and the second aunt came.
Ning Wuhuang remembered that his grandfather should be preparing various errands for the autumn martial arts test at this time. He came before dark, which meant that he left early.
"Grandpa is indeed more active in arranging the injured soldiers than anything else."
He personally took Tong Buhuo to greet him.
When I walked to the gate, I saw that in addition to Ning Feng on the horse, two carriages from the Ning family followed behind, and two carts pulled by oxen.
The carriage was filled with women wearing patches, and Ning Zhang was among them, smiling all the time.
When she got off the carriage at Zhangjiazhuang, she personally helped the two elderly ladies in the carriage out of the carriage.
On the cart was a group of wounded soldiers and their luggage.
Ning Feng got off his horse and strolled up to Ning Wuyan. When he saw Tong Buhuo was there, he immediately laughed out loud: "Haha! Little boy, what a coincidence that you came back. I was just about to send someone to ask your wife if Moved here."
"My dear grandson, have you told Xiaotong about the arrangements for the families of wounded soldiers?"
When Ning Feng mentioned this matter, his face was full of pride.
The look in his eyes looking at his sweet grandson was even more kind.
Green smoke rises from the ancestral graves of the Ning family. For him to have such a good grandson, he not only paid a large sum of money for him to treat the wounded soldiers and provide them with homes.
Now, let's just buy a large field to settle the wounded soldiers, so that the wounded soldiers no longer have to worry about anything.
He couldn't describe in words how grateful and excited he felt when he heard the news.
Ning Wuyan's eyes suddenly turned red when he saw Ning Feng, fearing that his grandfather would be like Tong Buhuo again and declare on the spot that he would handle all matters concerning wounded soldiers from now on.
He quickly interrupted: "Grandpa, please stop shouting like a child. This person is appointed by His Majesty and is the seventh-grade supervisor. From now on, the drums and drumsticks in the school field and your saber are broken. They will all be given away." Only after Tong Supervisor reports to the Ministry of Industry and Commerce for approval can we replace it with a new one."
"Little boy, have you become a seventh-grade inspector?"
Seeing Tong Buhuo nodding sheepishly, Ning Feng was shocked and looked at Tong Buhuo.
Seeing Tong Buyu's eyes closed tightly, Ning Feng's face flashed with a look of unbearability, but seeing that Tong Buyu looked good, he reached out and patted Tong Buyu on the shoulder.
"Master Tong, well done!"
"Hahahaha! Look, Master Tong is now the seventh-grade supervisor. What does this mean? Even if everyone is injured, they can still have a second spring!"
The adjective "Second Spring" made Ning Wuyan dumbfounded.
Fortunately, there was no need for him to correct this statement. The wounded soldiers understood the meaning of Ning Feng's words.
Their originally numb expressions turned into shock, and there was a strange light in their dull eyes. They stepped forward one after another and asked Tong Buyu about the matter.
Most of these wounded soldiers were moved from Ning Mansion, and many of them were familiar with Tong Buhuo.
Tong Buhuo did not put on any official airs and answered all questions, including some things he said to His Majesty in public and all the things he had done.
When the wounded soldiers heard that Tong Buhuo was not only a pilgrim, but also had so many interactions with the emperor, their expressions became yearning.
He couldn't help but put himself into Tong Buhuo's body, imagining the same future.
Ning Wuyan did not interrupt Tong Buyu and they gathered together to cheer each other up. They wanted to meet Ning Feng and go in to have a bowl of iced drinks to cool off.
Ning Feng licked his dry lips and waved his hand to refuse: "I won't go in now. I'll go get a few more people. You prepare more food. Today is Master Tong's reception banquet, so Master Tong must enjoy the scenery." .”
Grandpa, you want everyone to be happy together, right?
Ning Wuyang saw through it but didn't say anything. After all, he and his grandfather had the same thoughts.
In fact, it’s okay to send a few servants to invite people.
But Grandpa liked to pick them up in person, so he asked the workshop to add two more ox carts and went with Grandpa.
When night falls completely.
Zhangjiazhuang is brightly lit.
The villagers who came to help were also kept by Ning Wuhuang.
This banquet can not only promote Tong Buhuo's experience, but also allow the wounded soldiers to regain new hope in life.
It also allows the wounded soldiers who are outsiders to integrate into the local villagers more quickly.
As the adults exchanged cups and cups, they chatted about interesting stories about military campaigns all over the world and the harvest that was about to mature.
The children teased the dogs in the village with the leftover chicken legs, and bursts of laughter spread far and wide.
In this peaceful and warm atmosphere.
Ning Feng, who was holding the empty wine jar, suddenly wiped away tears. He took the hand of Ning Wuyi, who came to help him go back to his room to rest, and kept shouting "good grandson".
"Fifth brother, grandpa is drunk and refuses to go back. I'm afraid he needs you to help him."
Ning Wuyang was talking about business with a few veterans who were asking about what work was needed in the workshop.
After taking a look at Ning Feng, who was drunk and confused, he could only put the topic to rest for now and let them go to the workshop tomorrow morning to see with their own eyes.
Walking to Ning Feng's side, he was about to help Ning Wuyue away together when Ning Feng suddenly opened his bow left and right, grabbed one with each hand, opened his mouth, and let out a wine burp.
"My dear grandson, no, it's okay... you have to practice martial arts well and become the top martial arts scholar... hiccup..."
"There have been a lot of wars at the border recently. I can only recite poems, write lyrics, and sing and dance to bring peace, but I can't save Daxing...well..."
