Of course, the report is not simply about relaying the news you have received to the young master, but you need to summarize the information in your own hands and form some feasible suggestions, and then tell the young master together.
House slaves, house slaves, the family is in front and the slaves are behind.
Uncle Zong has set his position very well. He has always been a part of the family. Although he is different from master and servant, he never treats himself as an outsider.
Of course, he never broke the rules.
After discussing the decision, he would let the young master think alone in the room.
Zhang Dacai and his father were different in this regard. Zhang Dacai's father would always leave Uncle Zong in the house to continue discussing some business issues or chatting about interesting experiences in Wuhu City. The parents were divided.
This is probably related to the fact that Zhang Dacai's father, as the founder of a family business, always wanted to return to that simple and worry-free life after his career was successful.
Zhang Dacai looks more and more like the old man when he was young.
Uncle Zong often sighs like this.
After lunch, Uncle Zong would take a nap for half an hour, and then come to the young master's room at Shenshi to listen to the young master's opinions on the business, and discuss his own ideas with the young master.
After the two of them made a plan, sometimes Zhang Dacai would visit the business by himself, and sometimes Uncle Zong would take full responsibility.
This has to be said to be the Zhang family's unreserved trust in him.
Otherwise, Zhang Dacai would not have left only three female dependents at home and went to Ningbo to smoke.
After taking care of the business, Uncle Zong would order the kitchen to start making dinner, while he would accompany the old lady, or chat with the two ladies.
In the evening, after everyone had dinner at his master's house, he would eat with his servants and listen to what happy or sad things they had done recently.
A great housekeeper is both at home and abroad.
He rarely speaks, and spends most of his time quietly listening to what others say, occasionally offering a few words of comfort or explaining.
After the host's house had nothing to do in the evening, he finally had time to go to the wine cellar at home to see his old friends.
Old friends were referring to the wines he had stored with his own hands.
Zhang Dacai only knew that Uncle Zong was very knowledgeable and concerned about the wine collection at home, but he did not know that Uncle Zong was a very good drinker and would come here for a drink every day.
The wine cellar is extremely spacious, so spacious that it is impossible to imagine it from the inconspicuous entrance.
If I had to make a comparison, this underground wine cellar should probably occupy an area as large as two or even three Zhang residences.
I don’t know how much fine wine he has stored here over the past few decades, and how much he drank.
This is Uncle Zong's daily life, if there are no accidents in this life.
He has persisted in this kind of life for nearly fifty years.
Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, Uncle Zong has been working so hard all year round, and it is difficult to say that perseverance does not require great perseverance.
He didn't realize it himself, but he enjoyed the life he had lived these years, which reminded him of some of the living conditions in earlier times.
Today, he walked into the wine cellar as usual, opened a jar of rice wine that had been stored for fifteen years, and poured it into a wine bowl whose glaze had already been dyed shiny.
After picking up the bowl with his calloused hands and drinking it all in one gulp, he let out a long sigh of relief.
"Come out." Uncle Zong said softly.
Suddenly there was a smell of burning air in the air, and then a flame appeared out of thin air and began to light up the candles in the cellar.
The flame was like a leaping elf, jumping repeatedly between candles not far apart until all the candles in the cellar were lit.
The candlelight reflected Uncle Zong's somewhat old face, as well as the faces of several people standing in front of him.
"It turns out that these are some distinguished guests. What's the reason for being here?" Uncle Zong seemed not surprised that several people would appear here, and said with a carefree smile.
Qi Zhen stepped forward with a smile on her face. She looked at Uncle Zong's wrinkled face and said softly: "I have a few questions. I want to ask Uncle Zong, or Lord Cheng Huang?"
Uncle Zong did not make any quibbles about his identity, but the surprised look in his eyes still flashed, and he said, "How did you guess it?"
"You did hide it very well. Neither I nor any of our companions found any ghostly aura in you, and you acted too normal. It was difficult for us to suspect you."
Qi Zhen is right. If it weren't for the design of the system's game mechanics, it would be difficult for Qi Zhen to connect this person with all the things that have happened recently.
However, for the team that completed the mission, it was equivalent to first determining that there must be something wrong with this person, and then looking for all the unreasonable things about this person.
Then no matter how irrelevant the person seems to be, the possibility left will be the only answer.
Of course, Qi Zhen couldn't explain it to him like this.
"You actually handled our visit yesterday very well, but there were still some clues."
Qi Zhen told the other party the time when Zhang Dacai left Wuhu, the time when Wuhu's weather suddenly changed, and some oversights and anomalies left by Uncle Zong when the team came to visit.
Uncle Zong just listened with a smile on his face and drank a few more bowls of wine.
"But these are still not enough." After hearing what Qi Zhen said, Uncle Zong still shook his head and said.
"You are right." Qi Zhen nodded, and then continued, "But in fact, there are a few points that made me finalize this matter. You can see if my analysis makes sense."
Uncle Zong smiled and nodded: "Okay."
Then he turned his head and took several large celadon bowls placed aside.
After filling the wine one by one, the celadon bowl miraculously floated and flew in front of Qi Zhen and the others.
Not even a drop is spilled.
Qi Zhen said thank you, took the wine bowl, and sat on the floor.
Li Qiang, Jiang Yan, Meng Ran.
And Li San.
They all sat on the ground separately.
He took the big bowl and drank slowly.
The real reason why Li San didn't try to sneak attack from behind again was that he had already tried it in Jiuzi's ruined temple.
Your own disguise will have no effect on the other party.
Moreover, my sunflower acupuncture hand cannot hurt the opponent.
Then it's better to be more magnanimous.
"You, the Tsing Yi man, and the City God, were actually supposed to be three people, but because of Xiao Ao's existence, the Tsing Yi man and the City God became one person. I think if it can be proven that you are a Tsing Yi man, or maybe you are One of the City Gods, then I think we can confirm your identity." Qi Zhen held up the bowl and said with a smile.
"Continue." Uncle Zong said softly.
"This brother of mine used to be a snitch. In order to avoid the police and the government from catching him, he developed a pair of sharp eyes that can observe every detail."
Qi Zhen patted Li San on the shoulder and almost spilled his wine, earning a look from Li San.
He didn't drink the wine at Zhang's house before!
"He said that when the man in green was absorbing Lin Xi's ghost power, his exposed hands had extremely thick calluses. It looked like he had been holding a knife for a long time."
"Actually, I just told you that you spilled a little bit when you poured the wine. It is indeed my suspicion of you. But it is just a suspicion that you are related to this matter, but not your identity. What I saw is that your Those hands." Qi Zhen said.
Uncle Zong raised his hand and looked at it: "But there are many people practicing martial arts and holding swords."
"Yes, that's why we left later." Qi Zhen nodded.
"Then on the way back to the inn, I discovered something unusual." Qi Zhen said.
"My impression is that I didn't say anything." Uncle Zong said.
"Indeed, but you have problems walking." Qi Zhen reminded.
"What's the problem? Am I walking abnormally?" Uncle Zong asked.
"How old are you this year?" Qi Zhen asked.
Uncle Zong was stunned.
During the battle at Jiuzi, Yu Liang's sawtooth arrow broke the golden body of the man in Tsing Yi and shot through his calf.
According to Xiao Ao, it is not easy to recover from a broken golden body. It is equivalent to the immortal being severely injured, no matter where the injury is.
So Uncle Zong must have problems walking.
While he deliberately concealed the abnormality in his steps, he ignored other problems with his body. Now that he was an old man, it was impossible for him to walk as steadily and briskly as a young man.
"I was negligent, but I am strong and take care of my health. It should be justified." Uncle Zong spread his hands and said.
"Not only that, there is another flaw." Qi Zhen said.
Uncle Zong frowned: "What else?"
"Whether you deliberately prevented us from going to the City God's Temple to worship, or you concealed the fact that the City God's Temple had been closed when I asked, it actually proves that you have some... entanglements in your heart. Am I right?" Qi Zhen asked .
"Oh? Why am I confused?" Uncle Zong asked.
"You are probably confused about whether to kill us or not." Qi Zhen said bluntly.
"You actually want us to leave Wuhu right now. It's best not to interfere with your earth-shattering event. But you can imagine our inquisitiveness about this matter, so you told us the location of the City God's Temple, but you didn't tell us. Our place has been closed to allow us to retreat in the face of difficulties. If we insist on breaking in instead of worshiping, the temple will kill us on the spot. This will not damage your moral character." Qi Zhen said.
Uncle Zong's smile has never disappeared since Qi Zhen started analyzing. Now after listening to Qi Zhen's words, he laughed loudly.
"The younger generation is to be feared, the younger generation is to be feared, what a smart baby!"
Uncle Zong drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp.
"Thank you for your praise. Looking at you now, then what I should have said is correct, the City God of Wuhu, or should I call you, Mr. Zhang Zongchang?" Qi Zhen said, looking into the other person's eyes.
"I haven't heard this name in some years..." A hint of recollection appeared on Zhang Zongchang's face.
"When the late emperor gave me the name, he said that as long as I am here, I can ensure the prosperity of the ancestral temple and the country. Thinking of it, it has been more than 140 years ago." Uncle Zong sighed, something that could not be expressed in words. Loneliness.
