Butler Zhao was wandering around when he saw a banker running over and saying that a large group of people was coming towards Zhuangzi.
"Oh, is it here?"
The housekeeper beamed with joy and hurried to the intersection of Zhuangzi.
"Uncle Zhao, I'm here." From a distance, Zhao Guang saw someone at Zhuangzikou looking over with his hands on an awning. He laughed and rushed over to shout.
"Oh, it's Mr. Zhao."
As the housekeeper spoke, he looked back and did not see the master's figure. However, when he saw Guan Ji dressed in men's clothing, he quickly stepped forward and saluted, "I have met Mrs. Guan and all the gentlemen."
Although I don't know if Lady Guan will become the mistress of the house in the future, but now she can be half the master of the house, so she can't neglect her.
"Uncle Zhao, there is no need to be polite."
Guan Ji nodded, with a rare smile on her face.
Butler Zhao looked behind him again and found that there was indeed no sign of the master's family, so he asked, "May I ask Madam Guan, where is the master's family now?"
"Uncle Zhao, there's no need to look, my brother is still in Jincheng."
Zhao Guang knew what the housekeeper was looking for, so he explained, "Brother asked me to bring the others here first."
When the housekeeper heard that the master had arrived in Jincheng, he was happy at first, and then looked disappointed, "Why doesn't the master come back with Zhao Langjun?"
"I can't come," Zhao Guang said, sniffing and wondering, "What does it smell like?"
"The house is preparing to eat. Alas, Zhao Langjun hasn't said yet, why can't the master come?"
Butler Zhao said anxiously.
"Hey, Uncle Zhao, why are you anxious? My brother is here to report on his duties under the orders of the Prime Minister. When he returns to Jincheng, he will naturally go to the city to report to the Prime Minister."
"Oh, that's it." The housekeeper nodded, "My master is working on state affairs, so he should put state affairs first."
"Ahem," Zhao Guang seemed to be choking on his saliva, "Brother... well, yes, he works hard for state affairs, so Uncle Zhao, don't worry."
"Then I don't know when the master will be able to return to the house, so that the old servant can make preparations earlier." Butler Zhao asked again.
"This is uncertain, maybe three days, or five days. It depends on when the prime minister can spare time."
"What took so long?"
"Soon, Uncle Zhao, you don't know. The imperial court is about to march south. There are many things going on in the Prime Minister's Mansion. Now let alone my brother, even if the prefect of a county returns to Jincheng, it will take three to five days to see the Prime Minister. , If you were the county magistrate of that small place, you might as well have it on the seventh or eighth day, brother..."
While Zhao Guang was talking, he saw another person running down the official road. It was the old pawn that Feng Yong brought out from Zhuangzi last year.
The old soldier hadn't arrived yet, but he was shouting from a distance, "The master is coming back and has already left Jincheng..."
This shout made Zhao Guang choke again.
Guan Ji, Wang Xun and others all looked sideways at Zhao Guang.
But the housekeeper didn't think so much and showed joy, "So fast?"
After saying this, I remembered what Zhao Guang had just said, and couldn't help but wonder, "Didn't Zhao Langjun just say..."
"Yes, what I mean is that when my brother can return to the village, it depends on how much the Prime Minister values his brother. The more important he is to his brother, the sooner he can be received by the Prime Minister."
Cold sweat broke out slightly on Zhao Guang's forehead.
"Isn't it a good thing that my brother is back so soon? It means that he is very popular with the Prime Minister!"
"Yes, that's it."
Butler Zhao received Zhao Guang's good words and nodded in agreement.
Regardless of whether what Zhao Guang said is consistent or not, as long as the master comes back, it is a good thing.
"Zhao Langjun brought people into the village first. Food has been prepared in the house. Everyone has worked hard all the way. When we get to the village, we can eat with all our stomachs. The old servant goes to make preparations first. If there is anything, just ask Madam Guan. Now Lady Guan can be the head of the house."
Butler Zhao was so happy that he spilled the beans for a moment.
This time, it was Guan Ji's turn to be looked at by everyone.
Guan Ji's face turned red in an extremely rare way. She glared at everyone first, then saw the steward turn around, and then she quickly called out, "Uncle Zhao, don't panic, there is one more thing."
"I wonder if there is anything else that concerns Madam?"
"I mentioned it a few days ago, saying that my brother brought back a lot of people this time. I wonder if Uncle Zhao has prepared a place to live. It's rainy in spring, and I don't dare to let people live outside at night."
As soon as Guan Ji said this, everyone's expressions became even more wonderful. Didn't this confirm what the butler just said about being the master of the house?
"Don't worry, Mrs. Guan," Butler Zhao said quickly, "How dare I neglect the matters that Mrs. Guan has told me?"
As he spoke, a sly smile appeared on his face, "In the past year or so, there have been many more people on the village to help look after the village, and the old servant also allowed them to build some houses on the village to live temporarily."
"The master's family is coming back, and they have brought so many people with them, so the old servant has already told their leader that they don't need to worry about the house starting tonight, and they will let the house out by then. .”
As soon as these words came out, Zhao Guang's face became extremely weird.
Aren’t the people helping to watch Zhuangzi belong to their family?
Uncle Zhao, is it really okay for you to do this?
Guan Ji pursed her lips, but there was no change on her face. She nodded and said, "Uncle Zhao, you did a good job on this matter."
Zhao Guang looked at Guan Ji again, his expression even more exciting.
Sister, if you say this, is it really okay?
Butler Zhao added, "After all, they have helped so much. Although the old servant doesn't know how to thank the master behind them, the old servant thought that he would also cook a portion for them for today's meal. Madam Guan, look how?"
"Okay, Uncle Zhao, you can take care of this matter."
Guan Ji nodded, "How to say thank you is my brother's business. Uncle Zhao, just greet them."
"Okay, then the old servant will go to work first."
This large group of people entered Zhuangzi, and Zhuangzi suddenly became lively.
Especially the family that sent the children to the master's family in the first place. This time the master's family returned to Jincheng and brought all the children back.
When the dealers received the notice, they all ran out to look anxiously for their children.
The parents' eyes were red when they saw children running out of the crowd calling for "Auntie".
The one who throws himself into the mother's arms is happy. The mother will wipe her tears while hugging the child tightly, and call the child's nickname.
The one who pounced on Aweng was a bit unfortunate. Men can't express their feelings. Although they are happy to see their children, they always feel that it is embarrassing to be like a woman.
So in order to express his masculinity, men will scold him, "You have grown so big and still look like a girl..."
Then he secretly looked around and saw that no one was paying attention. Then he quietly pulled the child and asked, "You have been out for such a long time. How are you eating? Are you dressed warmly? Are you suffering?"
But overall, everyone was happy. Not only did the children who went out this time come back safely, but looking at the clothes they were wearing, if they were left in an ordinary farmer's home, they might not be able to wear them in their lifetime.
The half-grown baby is at the time when his body is growing. We haven’t seen him for more than a year and he has grown a lot taller.
Not to mention the way he behaves and speaks, he is no longer the same as the children left behind in the village. Farmers cannot teach such children. They are more like the seeds of learning coming from rich families.
My child...he is going to have a future!
Thinking of this, all the parents couldn't help but feel extremely happy.
Day and night for more than a year, there was not a day without worry.
Although the news from the housekeeper is that the children are fine, who can rest assured without seeing it with their own eyes?
Now it seems that all these worries are worth it. Or is it better to follow the master's family and dig in the fields for food?
Yaomei looked at Niu Wa curiously, reached out and touched his clothes, and asked, "Second brother, why are you all wearing the same clothes?"
Niu Wa puffed up her chest and said proudly, "This is distributed uniformly in the school. Only those who have entered the school can wear it. Yaomei, look at this material, it is rare! It is not common outside."
Yaomei curled her lips after hearing this, "What's so rare about this? I still have several sets of clothes made of this kind of fabric."
Although Yaomei is young, she is one of the most important people in the village and is in charge of all the chickens and ducks in the village.
Therefore, the woolen cloth that the Lord sent back from Hanzhong will not be short of her share.
In addition to her dexterity, she has learned to try to make a suit of clothes for herself, but she didn't do it very well.
Yaomei pointed at Wei Rong, who was holding Fu Qian and standing alone, "Isn't that Gouzi? Where is his mother?"
"We can't call him Gouzi now, we have to call him Wei Langjun! His mother married a general in Hanzhong, and he is now the son of the general's family!"
When Niu Wa saw Yaomei, he was about to walk over and quickly grabbed her and said.
Yaomei hesitated for a moment, remembering some of the things Uncle Zhao said to her, and then said, "Since he is the son of the general's family and a disciple of Mr., it would be rude if no one cares about him. I am the steward of the house, how can I just watch?"
With that said, Yaomei walked over and said, "Wei Langjun, why are you standing here? Come on, I will take you back to the house."
Then he looked at Fu Qian next to Wei Rong and asked, "Who is this young gentleman? Why have I never seen him before?"
"This is your second disciple, named Fu Qian, nicknamed Hu Zi."
Wei Rong said quickly, and then introduced to Fu Qian, "Huzi, this is the lady in charge of Mr.'s house."
The tiger-headed Fu Qian quickly saluted and said, "I have met Mrs. Yao."
"I'm just a servant, but I can't afford Mr. Fu's courtesy."
Yaomei waved her hand and said, "It's a bit messy here, I'd better take you to my house."
Seeing that his former playmates had become unfamiliar, Wei Rong's lips moved, but he couldn't say anything.
On the other hand, Fu Qian didn't have that much thought, so he thanked him immediately and said, "Thank you, ma'am."
Before Zhuangzi settled everyone down, someone came to report that the Lord had arrived at the intersection of Zhuangzi.
Butler Zhao immediately put down what he was doing and took Yaomei out to greet him.
The momentum of the arrival this time was far less massive than the first time, but in everyone's eyes, it was much more important than the last time.
"Don't forget what I told you. Now that Amei has been taken over by the master, you have to call her Mrs. Mei from now on. Do you understand?"
Seeing a woman getting out of the car in front of her, the housekeeper looked at Guan Ji who was not far away and said quietly to Yaomei.
"I understand, Father."
Yaomei nodded, and at the same time she was thinking, that Amei is so dark and ugly, how could the Lord fall in love with her? Lady Guan is so beautiful! Also, that little lady Zhang is pretty too...
Just when she was thinking wildly, Feng Yong had already gotten off his horse. Butler Zhao quickly pulled Yaomei forward and bowed deeply, "I have met my master."
"Uncle Zhao doesn't have to be so polite."
Feng Yong quickly helped Butler Zhao up, "Thanks to Uncle Zhao for taking care of Zhuangzi over the past year, I should be the one to express my gratitude to Uncle Zhao."
"My lord, you have broken my old servant."
Butler Zhao looked at the master in front of him who seemed to have changed a lot, but he couldn't tell where he had changed.
Looking at Mrs. Mei behind the Lord, she secretly sighed in her heart, this man has truly grown up after having a woman!
My lord, you have really grown up.
"My lord must be tired from traveling all the way. My old servant asks my lord to go back to his house and rest."
"Okay, go back to the house, go back to the house!"
Feng Yong nodded, looked up at the familiar scenery around him, and felt that all the fatigue in his body was swept away, replaced by joy and relaxation.
She looked at Yaomei who was looking behind her curiously. When she felt happy, she couldn't help but joked, "What are Yaomei looking at? Hanzhong is not as good as Jincheng, so there is nothing good there." I’ll bring you something.”
Yaomei was looking at Amei quietly, thinking that she used to be so dark and ugly, how could she look so much better after a trip to Hanzhong?
Master Leng Buding suddenly asked her something, but he didn't dare not answer, so he had to answer truthfully, "Come back to Master, my servant is watching... Oh, no, it's Mrs. Mei. Mrs. Mei has become really beautiful."
"Ahem," Feng Tubao glanced at Guan Ji and wondered, could it be that the almanac said it was not appropriate to return home today?
On the way, he met a Zhang Ji who dropped a few words and tricked him. When he returned to the village, he was accidentally tricked again by this girl. It was really a bad year.
"Haha, you are an immature kid, do you know what it means to be good-looking?"
Feng Tubiao felt MMP in his heart and smiled on his face.
He didn't dare to look at Guan Ji again, but stretched out his hand to touch Yaomei's head, "Go, lead the way."
"Yes, my lord."
Feng Yong and his party were about to enter Zhuangzi when someone suddenly shouted from behind, "Feng Langjun, please be patient."
Feng Yong turned around and saw Mrs. Li from the village next door walking in front, followed by a few servants carrying something.
"Old Mrs. Li, how come it's such a coincidence?"
"It's not a coincidence." Old Mrs. Li looked good. It is estimated that the life in the sixth room of the Li family has been quite good recently. He smiled and said with his hands, "The young man has been asking his servants to wait on the road, just waiting to see Feng When Lang Jun came back, he immediately informed the young man, so he hurried over slowly."
"Oh, Grandpa, what's the matter?"
Feng Yong asked curiously.
"Of course it's something, and it's a happy event."
Old Mrs. Li chuckled, pointed at Feng Yong, and said, "Isn't it a great joy for Mr. Feng to return home?"
As he said that, he pointed to the servant behind him who was carrying something, "Last year, the Li family received a lot of benefits from Mr. Feng, but they never got anything in return. Today, we are taking advantage of this happy event, so I specially sent some wine. I hope Mr. Feng will not refuse."
Before Feng Yong could speak, the eyes of the people next to him were already shining, and they all swallowed their saliva.
Especially Zhao Guang, he immediately thought of the jar of wine that was confiscated from him, and thought to himself, his brother is still better, others take the initiative to deliver wine to his door, unlike himself, who finally found a jar of wine and didn't drink the last drop. .
Feng Yong counted them, no more, no less, exactly ten altars.
It seems that the aristocratic family has a lot of background. The imperial court has long banned the brewing of wine. I didn't expect that even a side branch of an aristocratic family could produce so much wine.
"Unfortunately for Mu Niang, I have always felt sorry for her. However, thanks to Mr. Feng's care, she even sent a letter a few days ago, saying that she was doing well and there was no need for the clan to worry. Xiao Lao was also relieved. I haven’t thanked Feng Langjun enough for this.”
The words were serious, but the tone didn't sound serious no matter how hard it sounded.
Feng Tubiao sighed in his heart, it was really not a good time to go back home today...
