Farmer of Shu Han

Huang Yueying knew what Zhuge Liang wanted to say, stretched out her hand, held Zhuge Liang's left hand with both hands, and said softly: "I am not wronged."

"It doesn't matter what the school behind that kid is. But he has already left the mountain gate, and his parents are both dead. If you can see it right, even if you get closer, you don't have to worry about it. No matter how big the mountain gate is, I will Believe me, this face can say a few words..."

If you can't have a baby, you want to have a baby. For example, Zhao Guang and Guan Ji were all grown up under her watch.

She didn't mean that she didn't like the adopted Zhuge Qiao, but that the child's temperament was similar to that of her husband and elder brother, too honest and stable, which made her mother's love unable to vent.

Therefore, it has always been her favorite thing to find children who can see the right way and put them next to her as juniors.

"Ah Lang, I really don't feel wronged when I meet you." Huang Yueying's eyes were a little moist.

At the gate of Guanfu.

"Zhang Junhou is here, this villain is going to report to the lord." The servant at the door was saluting a young man in his twenties.

"No need, just tell me where elder brother is, I'll find it myself." The young man waved his hands loudly, his voice like thunder.

"The master is practicing martial arts in the martial arts hall in the backyard, why don't the villains take the prince there?"

"No need. I know this mansion better than my family, why should you lead the way, you can go on your own."

After finishing speaking, the young man walked into the mansion alone.

The servants didn't stop him, because they had already seen the blame.

Guan Mansion and Zhang Mansion are all in one. Although Guan Yu and Zhang Fei have both passed away, the two families not only did not become estranged, but became closer.

Just because Guan Xing and Zhang Bao, the heads of the two prefectures, have married again like their parents, and they are called "Little Guan Zhang", which is a good story.

Zhang Bao walked to the backyard familiarly, but saw the cold light in the martial arts hall, and the sound of chopping knives. Although this person was practicing martial arts, he had a sense of killing on the battlefield.

Maybe seeing the guests coming, the master quickly stopped his moves, let out a long breath, put the long knife away, and faced Zhang Bao.

"Brother's martial arts are getting better and better." Zhang Baoji applauded.

"You and my brother, don't be so polite anymore. Just have nothing to do and warm up your body."

Guan Xing was about the same age as Zhang Bao, and under the influence of his father, he grew a beard at a young age.

"No." Zhang Bao took a look at the long knife like Qinglong Yanyue knife, "I'm afraid the weight of this knife is almost the same as that of uncle's knife? Brother danced before, but it was not so easy."

"If you don't avenge your family, you are in vain. I use this knife to remind myself not to forget the enmity between my father and my elder brother." Guan Xing said with emotion, "I don't know what's going on here this time, Brother? Go back to the living room and talk."

After the servants served the soup, Zhang Bao took a sip, slightly surprised: "When did the drink in brother's house change to tea soup?"

"It was only changed yesterday. The medical staff once said that Sichuan is hot and humid. Drinking more tea soup can drive away the cold and dampness. It's just that this tea is hard to find. After the chaos in Nanzhong, it is even rarer. , and may not be able to buy it. Yesterday, the servants of the mansion happened to meet someone from the south, so they bought some."

Zhang Bao was thoughtful: "Even before Nanzhong was in chaos in the past, it might not be possible to drink tea soup every day."

Guan Xing laughed: "That's the case. There is so much luxury and wealth in Sichuan, but it has nothing to do with us. This Marquis Mansion sounds nice, and others envy it, but in fact... hehe!" Sneered twice, no more words.

"I'm waiting for a new rich, the foundation is not stable, and I don't have accumulated wealth for a long time like a family in the middle of Sichuan, so I can only do so. But Zhao Erlang came to find me two days ago, saying that he wanted to send me to wait for a big family Jinxiang, but I don’t know if my brother has heard of it?”

"I knew you would come today for this matter. How could I not know that Zhao Erlang also came to the mansion that day?"

Guan Xing took a sip of the tea soup, and said calmly, "What can we do about this matter? It is inevitable that the Prime Minister and Wu Gou get along well. As juniors, can we still jump out and object? This is not a joke. ? The enmity between father and brother cannot be avenged for the time being, so there is nothing to do. I didn’t expect that there are people who want to give benefits for nothing, so why should we refuse?”

"I just can't swallow it."

"This breath was meant to be swallowed. Even if it's not good, you have to swallow it. At least there is a queen in your family, but I won't say it. You also know that in the past few years, my family has declined more and more. Win over the old department of father and brother, manage relationships, exchange favors, and maintain the splendor of this Marquis Mansion, which one does not require money?"

Guan Xing ordered some tea soup on the table, and said in a serious manner, "It is this tea soup, I will only take it out when you come, otherwise, if you want to drink it on weekdays, you have to think about it."

When Zhang Bao heard this, he smiled wryly, "What brother said is true. When Erlang came to my house the day before yesterday, he said a lot of things. At that time, he mentioned that a man with money is hard to be a man without money. Although I don't know where he heard about it. These slang words come to imitate me, but the words are rough and reasonable. Even the Zhao family and people like Uncle Zhao, who are more beautiful than me on the surface, but I am afraid that the people in the mansion may not be much better than me."

"So, you have also decided to talk to the Feng family?"

"Isn't this time just to ask my brother for advice? I'm going forward and retreating with my brother."

The action of the four families was very fast. Within a few days, Feng Yong got the news from Zhao Guang that the four families agreed to buy Feng's chicken raising secret technique, and then each of the four families sent a steward to bring a thousand guan to the house at the same time. .

Originally, Feng Yong wanted to entertain in person, but Butler Zhao reminded him that those who came to learn the art of wishing the rooster are all people in charge. If the master came to entertain in person, he would consider himself inferior to the four families , which is greatly inappropriate.

Feng Yong suddenly realized, isn't this exactly the same as the international diplomatic reciprocity principle in later generations? With a clear mind, he asked his housekeeper to entertain him.

Unexpectedly, before Feng Yong turned around, a loud voice sounded in front of him.

"Where's your master? I came here to learn the secret skills of your house. If the master doesn't come out to teach, how can we learn?"

"Don't worry, everyone. Although the technique of wishing a chicken is a secret technique in the mansion, it is not only known to the master. There are servants who specialize in raising chickens in the mansion. As long as you live in the mansion with peace of mind, someone will naturally teach you in these two days." This is the butler's voice.

"That's impossible. If you want to learn, you must learn from the master of the Feng family. What's the point of learning from the servants? Who knows if you can learn everything? If something goes wrong when you go back, who will take care of it?" The loud voice became louder and louder. up.

Feng Yong, who originally wanted to turn around and go back to the inner courtyard, heard this, and thought to himself who the hell is this? These days, are there really people who eat jujubes for nothing and think the pits are too big?

Turning around and coming out of the courtyard gate, I saw that among the four visitors, one was a big man with his head upright and his face full of arrogance; Stop talking.

"Are you from the Guan family?" Feng Yong walked up to them and asked the arrogant middle-aged man in charge.

"Exactly."

Feng Yong smiled softly, "Thinking about the time when Marquis Guan came out of Jingzhou, resisted Eastern Wu, resisted Cao Wei, flooded the Seventh Army, captured him, killed Pang De, shocked China, and forced Cao Cao to move his capital. What a hero?"

As soon as these words came out, not only did Guan's housekeeper's expression change, but even the housekeeper who had been indifferent all this time looked over in surprise.

The word Jingzhou is a taboo of 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 boastful words, but they were extremely harsh to the ears of the Guan family. The steward of the Guan family immediately blushed, his eyes were about to burst, and he was about to pounce on him.

"It's a pity that he died later and lost his land. Do you know why?"

"Your mother..." The housekeeper of the Guan family growled on the spot, and immediately rushed over.