Chapter 27 A man with money is a man without money.
Huang Yueying knew what Zhuge Liang wanted to say, so she stretched out her hand, took Zhuge Liang's left hand with both hands, and said softly: "I am not wronged."
"It doesn't matter what kind of master the boy is behind. But he has already left the mountain gate, and both his parents in the world are dead. If you can see it right, you don't have to worry about getting closer. No matter how big the gate is, I Believe me, I can say two sentences with this face..."
If you can’t have a child, you want one more. Such as Zhao Guangguan Ji, she has watched them grow up.
It's not that she doesn't like the adopted Zhuge Qiao, but the child's temperament is similar to that of her husband's brother. He is too honest and steady, which makes it impossible for her to express her maternal love.
Hence, finding children who can see each other's eyes as juniors has always been her favorite thing to do.
"Alang, I am really not wronged when I meet you." Huang Yueying's eyes were a little moist.
At the gate of Guanfu.
“Zhang Junhou is here, I will report to you now.” The servant at the door was saluting a young man in his twenties.
“No need, just tell me where your brother is and I’ll find it myself.” The young man waved his hands loudly, his voice like thunder.
“The Lord is practicing martial arts in the martial arts hall in the backyard. Would you like me to take the Lord there?”
"No need. I know this house better than my own, so why should you lead the way? Just go on your own."
After saying that, the young man walked directly into the house.
The servants didn’t stop him, because they had already gotten used to it.
The Guanfu and Zhangfu are essentially one. Although Guan Yu and Zhang Fei are both deceased, the two families have not become distant, but have become closer.
Just because the heads of the two houses, Guan Xing and Zhang Bao, have become sworn friends again like their fathers, they are known as "Xiao Guan Zhang", which is a good story.
Zhang Bao walked to the backyard by familiar means, only to see the cold light shining in the martial arts hall and the sound of chopping knives. Although this man was practicing martial arts, he had developed a chilling aura on the battlefield.
Possibly because he saw the guest coming, the host quickly stopped his moves, exhaled a long breath, put the long knife away, and faced Zhang Bao.
“Brother’s martial arts are getting better and better.” Zhang Bao applauded.
"Brothers and I, please stop being so polite. We are just having nothing to do and warming up."
Guan Xing was about the same age as Zhang Bao. Influenced by his father, he grew a beard at a young age.
"Otherwise." Zhang Bao glanced at the long sword that looked like the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, "I'm afraid the weight of this sword is almost the same as that of my uncle's sword. My brother couldn't dance so easily before."
"If you don't avenge your family, you will be a useless son. I use this sword to remind myself not to forget the hatred between my father and my brother." Guan Xing said with emotion, "My brother came here this time, but I don't know what happened? And? Let’s go back to the living room to talk first.”
After the servants served the soup, Zhang Bao took a sip and asked with slight surprise: "When did the drinks at my brother's house be changed to tea soup?"
"But I just changed it yesterday. The medical workers once said that the Sichuan land is hot and humid. Drinking more tea can drive away the cold and remove the dampness. But this tea was hard to find. After the chaos in Nanzhong, it became even rarer. Even if you have money, , and you may not be able to buy it. Yesterday, the servants of the mansion happened to meet someone coming from the south, so they bought some."
Zhang Bao thought thoughtfully: "Even in the past, before the chaos in Nanzhong, it was not possible to drink tea every day."
"We, the new rich, have an unstable foundation, and we are not like the aristocratic families in Shuzhong who have accumulated wealth for a long time, so we can only do this. However, Zhao Erlang came to see me two days ago and said that he wanted to give me and other big ones a gift. I’m making progress, but I wonder if my brother has heard about it?”
"I knew you would come today for this matter. Zhao Erlang also came to the house that day, how could I not know?"
Guan Xing took a sip of the tea soup and said calmly, "What can we do about this matter? It is inevitable for the Prime Minister and Wu Gou to reconcile. As juniors, is it possible that we can still jump out and object? This is not a joke. ? I can’t avenge my father and brother for the time being, so there is nothing I can do about it. I didn’t expect that someone is offering me benefits for nothing, so why should we refuse? "
“I just can’t swallow this breath.”
"This breath is meant to be swallowed, even if there is no benefit, it must be swallowed. After all, there is a queen in your house, but if I don't tell you, you know that my house has become more and more in decline in the past few years. Winning over father and brother's old men, managing relationships, exchanging favors, and maintaining the splendor of the prince's mansion, none of which requires money?"
Guan Xing ordered the tea soup on the table and said in a serious tone, "Even if you come here, I will take out this tea soup. Otherwise, if you want to drink it on weekdays, you will have to think twice about not parting with it."
Zhang Bao heard this and smiled slightly, "Brother is right. When Erlang came to my house the day before yesterday, he said a lot. At that time, he mentioned that it is difficult for a rich man to be a man without money. Although I don't know where he heard it. This slang comes from me, but it is rough and rude. There are people like Uncle Zhao in the Zhao family who are more prosperous than me on the outside, but I am afraid that they may not be much better than me on the inside. "
“So, you have also decided to talk to Nafeng’s family?”
"Isn't the reason why I came here this time to ask my brother for advice? I will advance and retreat together with my brother."
The four families acted quickly. Within a few days, Feng Yong got the news from Zhao Guang that all four families agreed to buy the Feng family's secret technique of raising chickens. Then each of the four families sent a steward and brought a thousand guan to the Shangfu at the same time. .
Originally, Feng Yong wanted to entertain the guests in person, but Butler Zhao reminded him that those who came to learn the art of wishing the rooster and weng were in charge. If the master came to entertain the guests in person, he would consider himself inferior to the other four families. , this move is deeply inappropriate.
Feng Yong suddenly realized, isn’t this exactly the same as the principle of diplomatic reciprocity in later generations? Feeling relieved, he asked his housekeeper to entertain him.
Unexpectedly, before Feng Yong could turn around, a loud voice sounded in front of him.
"Where is your master? We came here to learn your secret skills. If the master doesn't come out to teach you, how can we learn them?"
"Don't worry, everyone. Although the art of wishing a chicken is a secret skill in the house, it is not only known to the master. There are servants who specialize in raising chickens in the house. As long as you live in the house with peace of mind, someone will naturally teach you in the past two days." This is the steward's voice.
"That's not possible. If you want to learn, you must learn from the master of the Feng family. What's the point of learning from a servant? Who knows if you can learn everything? If something goes wrong when you go back, who will be responsible?" The loud voice became louder and louder. .
Feng Yong, who originally wanted to turn around and go back to the inner courtyard, heard this and thought to himself, who is this? These days, are there really people who eat dates for free because they think the seeds are too big?
When he came back and left the courtyard, he saw only four people coming. One was a big man with his head held high and his face full of arrogance, one was watching with arms folded and sneered in silence, one was staring at his nose with an indifferent expression, and the other was full of worry and desire. He stopped talking.
“Are you from the Guan family?” Feng Yong walked up to them and asked the middle-aged manager-looking man with a proud face.
“Exactly.”
Feng Yong smiled softly, "I think about the time when Guan Junhou came out to control Jingzhou, resisted Dongwu, fought against Cao Wei, flooded seven armies, captured him, killed Pang De, shocked China, and forced Cao Cao to almost move the capital. What a hero?"
As soon as these words came out, not only the expression of the steward of the Guan family changed, but also the steward who had been looking at him indifferently looked over in surprise.
The word Jingzhou is a taboo for the Guan family. In the land of Shuhan, few people dare to mention the word Jingzhou in front of the Guan family. I didn't expect this young man to be so bold.
These were originally words of boast, but they were extremely harsh to the ears of the Guan family. The steward of the Guan family immediately turned red, his eyes were about to burst, and he was about to pounce on him.
"Unfortunately, he died and lost his land. Do you know why?"
"Fuck you, mother..." The steward of the Guan family roared on the spot and rushed over.
(End of this chapter)