Farming Happiness: Husband, Come and Plough the Fields

After spending more than a dozen taels of silver for a meal, Li Haitang wondered if the scholar's appetite was similar to that of a cat. The dishes were served on exquisite plates, but the portions were pitifully small, not as much as a plate in the Northland.

Wu Fue added two big steamed buns, the largest one, which was about the size of her fist, and a bowl of noodles, which was only a small bowl, with chopped green onion sprinkled on top.

Li Haitang: ...

The end result is that everyone is not full.

The carriage circled around Songhe Academy, and there was a village not far away. I heard that the Yang family had bought a house in the village to make it easier for Yang Xu to go to the academy. Xiangli wanted to inquire, but was stopped by Li Haitang.

"You can't go."

After a little thought, Li Haitang felt that it was better to be cautious.

The Du family is also very concerned about this case. The scandal has already caused them to burn out. For the sake of face, the Du family must ensure that Du Ruohe is safe.

Xiangli and the others were all new faces, and it was very unfavorable for them to step forward recklessly and be followed by the eyeliner left by the Du family.

To startle the snake, if the Du family makes a move to kill the guilty maid, then there will be no proof.

Such and such is not conducive to overturning the case, and it is even more difficult.

"Sister Haitang, it's because I'm ignorant, I'm being abrupt."

Xiangli listened to Li Haitang's analysis with an apologetic expression on her face. She felt that she was a laggard, she couldn't help at all, and she was looking for trouble.

Thinking of this, her eyes turned red again, and she felt a little bit retreating.

The Du family is a noble family, and she is just an ordinary citizen. She is not afraid of anything, but she is afraid of implicating Li Haitang. That is really something her life can't afford. How is it different from a white-eyed wolf who will avenge her kindness?

Death is like a lamp going out, Xiangli just wants to find Yang Xu's parents, stay by their side, and do filial piety for Yang Xu.

"In this world, there must be no justice."

Li Haitang shook her head and looked into the distance very profoundly. She was not absolutely sure about this case, it all depended on Zhang Zheng's intentions.

If Zhang Zheng says there is no way, then there is really no way.

Dali Temple sentenced the maid to be executed in autumn, and there is still a month of operating time in between. Whether the verdict can be reversed depends on luck.

I hope Yang Xu's wronged soul knows, bless everything goes well, and let Chen Chun and Du Ruo reconcile!

Back at the village, Bai Guo came to report back, and talked about going to Jingzhaoyi Yamen today.

Bai Guo had heard a little about the Zhang family. Although she grew up in Heishui Village in the northwest, she couldn't help but be clever, so she figured it out after thinking about it for herself.

The madam asked her to deliver the letter. If it was sent to the backyard, the letter might be seized. I heard that the magistrate's wife loves to be jealous, and she is not very good with Miss Zhang and Zhang Ruyi, so she might secretly intercept the letter.

Bai Guo thought for a while, spent more than a dozen copper coins, and sent a letter to the official who was on duty, and mentioned Zhang Ruyi.

After the officer found out, she didn't shirk, and quickly went to the Yamen to deliver the letter, and about a quarter of an hour later, she was called in by Mr. Zhang Zheng.

Bai Guo thought Mr. Zhang was a bad old man, but when he saw him, he was almost speechless. He never thought that Mr. Zhang was so good-looking. At this age, he has the mature background of a man, coupled with his natural authority and nobility, People can't help but be fascinated.

When Mr. Zhang saw her, he was overjoyed at first, and then looked behind her, feeling a little disappointed.

Bai Guo doesn't know why, but she has a question, is Miss Zhang Ruyi really her own?

"What did Master Zhang say?"

Li Haitang waited for a while, seeing that Bai Guo was still wandering in the sky, he couldn't help coughing twice, which was a reminder.

"Master Zhang will take a rest tomorrow. I just have time. I invite you to meet me in Fuyun."

After Bai Guo finished speaking, she took out a note with Fu Yunlai's address on it.

"Ma'am, Fu Yunlai is a well-known teahouse in Kyoto."

Mr. Zhang Zheng booked the private room in Neilan Xiangju in Fu Yunlai. The sound insulation there is good, and officials often gather in it to discuss matters.

Li Haitang nodded, probably because it was inconvenient, so Zhang Zheng didn't say much.

After a night of nothing, on the second day, Li Haitang got up early and went to the appointment with Xiangli, Mrs. Wang, Wufu, and her subordinate Li Shortlegs.

On the surface, she is Zhang Zheng's junior, but after all, men and women are different, and if they meet alone, it is easy to be misunderstood.

For the sake of caution, Li Haitang specifically asked Li Short Legs to go with him, and moved the persuading pastry shop to the back.

The atmosphere was dignified all the way, and when Fortune came, he gave the note to the clerk, and the clerk politely led the person upstairs, and Zhang Zheng turned black when he saw so many people there.

"Master Zhang, how are you doing these days?"

Li Haitang and Zhang Zheng were fairly familiar with each other, so they greeted each other politely and sat down.

Lan Xiang lives in the inner room, which is divided into inner and outer rooms. Xiang Li and Mrs. Wang sit in the outer room knowingly, while Li short legs stand at the door.

Bai Guo and Wu Fu looked at their noses and their hearts with their eyes, standing behind their wife.

Li Haitang nodded in satisfaction. In this way, she appeared more imposing. In case Zhang Zheng dissatisfied her, she moved her fingers and asked Wu Fu to beat him up!

"I can't sleep at night."

Zhang Zheng had just received a letter from Lanyi a few days ago, and only then did he learn that Li Haitang and his party were coming to the capital. At the same time, he also knew that his daughter Zhang Ruyi was having a miserable life.

The daughter of the dignified Zhang family, who came from a noble family, was actually bullied by a poor scholar?

Zhang Zheng was so angry that he dropped his tea bowl and couldn't even finish his meal.

He has a younger daughter, but naturally he can't compare with his older daughter. After all these years, he doesn't know how much effort he has wasted.

Back then he opposed the marriage of the two, but in the end, the female university refused to stay, but used disgraceful means to keep Lu Yuanqing.

A man, it’s not that he’s not romantic, it means he’s good. A widowed mother brought him up. Lu Yuanqing’s attention to his mother surpassed everything else. If Lu’s mother is alive, everything can live in peace. Now that he’s gone, Lu Yuanqing shirks all responsibility On Ruyi, that ugly face is really disgusting!

Lan Yi's letter said that the incident happened after Li Haitang left, so Li Haitang didn't know about it yet.

"You asked the servant girl to send me a letter yesterday. It's not as simple as reminiscing about the old days, is it?"

Zhang Zheng stroked his beard and looked in the direction of the door suspiciously. Li Haitang brought a young woman with him. What does this mean? Did he know there was a fire in his backyard, so he came to pick a pimp?

That person was dressed as an unmarried lady, Zhang Zheng thought about it, and it was very possible.

"Indeed. It has something to do with Xiangli."

Li Haitang pointed to Xiangli outside, and wanted to call her to introduce her, but unexpectedly, Zhang Zheng waved her hand and stopped her.

Now he is pure-hearted and ascetic, and feels that women are too troublesome. Moreover, for more than a year, he always dreams of the person in front of him, which makes him very melancholy.

I can't tell outsiders about that little thought, I can only hide it, enjoy the moon with wine, and feel lonely and empty. Zhang Zheng's mood can be imagined when his sweetheart pimps him.