Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

After repairing for a while, Meng Zhao and his party set off again.

This time, the guards headed by Scar and Wang Tao were even more cautious and on guard.

However, after experiencing the previous attack, the rest of the journey was uneventful without any twists and turns.

Entering the scope of the manor, slow down the speed of travel.

Meng Zhao opened the curtains of the carriage window and looked out. He could see the pastoral scenery that could not be seen in the city.

On both sides of the slightly soft black soil roadside, a large number of ridges crisscross the fields, divided into different areas for planting different crops, some of which are already bearing fruit, while others have just sprouted.

Farther away, rows of waterwheels several meters high slowly rotated, irrigating the water in the ravines into the newly opened farmland.

Next to it is a stone observation tower, which allows you to monitor the nearby situation from a high position.

If there is an enemy invasion, you can also take advantage of the geographical convenience to shoot the enemies outside with bows, arrows and crossbows.

There were also a few children with pigtails chasing each other and playing around. They were scolded by the working elders from time to time, but they remained the same.

Under the white clouds, a group of birds with long beaks and black feathers were hovering in the air, chirping, occasionally fluttering their wings and swooping down, crossing the field ridges, with graceful postures...

Meng Zhao's pupils reflected these beautiful pictures. It was probably the first time since he traveled to this world that he smiled naturally and without any performance elements. It was very clean and pure.

My mood couldn't help but get better. I was far away from the flashy city and in a place close to nature, and my whole body was relieved of my burden.

Going deep into the manor, you can see a large number of houses and buildings, which are where the farmers in the manor live.

They are very ordinary farmyards, connected one after another, built with fir wood and blue bricks.

The construction style is simple and rough, pursuing practicality more than the sophistication and comfort found in the city.

And I saw more people along the way. Most of them were farmers with dark faces, strong bodies, and who worked often. Many of them carried farm tools, and a few peasant women were also big-bodied and round-waisted.

After seeing the guards of the Meng Mansion, these people showed no fear on their faces, and they were obviously used to it.

But when their eyes fell on the red flag symbolizing the Meng family behind the carriage, they couldn't help but show a surprised expression.

Then he naturally knelt on the ground and knelt on both sides of the road to salute, expressing his respect and obedience to the nobles of the Meng family.

Since the generation of the ancestor Meng Shentong, the wealthy Meng family has used the red flag as a symbol, embroidered with golden flames, burning brightly and eye-catchingly.

In the land of Nan'an, the red flag is shown, which means that the Meng family has arrived.

Seeing this phenomenon that was absolutely inconsistent with the concept of equality, Meng Zhao felt no waver in his heart.

In his previous life, he might have been at a loss when faced with this situation.

But it has been more than a year since I came to this world. Those who should adapt have already adapted, and those who cannot adapt must force themselves to adapt.

In other words, he has integrated well into this world and will not challenge the inherent system and rules.

Arriving at the center of the manor, in front of a luxurious mansion that was different from ordinary farmers, Meng Zhao jumped out of the carriage with gauze wrapped in one hand and jasper beads in the other.

Wang Tao and Dao Scar were arranged to arrange the accompanying guards, carriages and horses, and then they took Lu Le and walked into the mansion under the leadership of the old concierge.

But before they had gone far, a group of people hurriedly came towards Meng Zhao. After walking up to Meng Zhao, they clasped their fists and saluted.

The leader was a little old man wearing aqua blue brocade clothes and holding a big pipe in his hand.

Her hair, black and white, was tied back meticulously and wrapped with a green scarf, making it look very neat.

There are wrinkles on the face, just like the bark of an old tree on the mountain. I don’t know how many winds and frosts have gone through.

His stature was even shorter and skinny, probably no more than 1.65 meters tall. He was trembling and would fall over if blown by the wind.

The impression given to anyone will be that he is old, decrepit, powerless, and may pass away at any time.

However, it was this old man that Meng Zhao did not dare to look down upon.

On the surface, he appears to be admiring and respectful, but in reality he feels like he is facing a formidable enemy.

Lu Zhong, the chief steward of the second room of the Meng family, served the former head of the Meng family, Meng Zhao's grandfather, and assisted Meng Zhao's father, Meng Zheng'an, and played a significant role.

Today, he continues to use his remaining energy to protect Meng Zhao from wind and rain, and manages everything up and down in the second house, large and small. In the second house, he has a status below one person and above ten thousand people.

To use a more appropriate word to describe him, he is a veteran of three dynasties who has dedicated his whole life to the three generations of the Meng family.

Of course, to the real Meng Zhao, Lu Zhong is like a relative of his, who will give to him unconditionally and without asking for anything in return.

It is definitely a blessing and luck to have such people helping him.

However, Xibei boy Meng Zhao was more fearful and vigilant at this time.

He had met this old guy once before when he returned to Meng's house.

Although the contact time was not long, Meng Zhao could feel that the look in Lu Zhong's eyes when he looked at "Meng Zhao" was full of care and love from the elders to the younger ones.

He knew that this old guy was absolutely loyal to Meng Zhao. If he knew his true identity, his life would definitely be worse than death.

All it takes is qualifications and brains. If an old man cannot make any waves, even if his flaws are discovered, the worst he can do is "accidentally die".

However, what is even more frightening is that Lu Zhongnai is an out-and-out innate master with excellent martial arts.

Looking at the entire Meng clan, they are also among the most important people. To kill Meng Zhao, there is probably no need for a second move.

Otherwise, how could Meng Zhao still maintain his independence and integrity after being away from home for many years, with only an old slave looking after him?

There is no trace left of the dregs that have been swallowed up long ago.

Lu Zhong was not aware of the complex mood of the people in front of him. After he led a group of people to salute Meng Zhao, he quickly frowned, squeezed out a wrinkle on his thin forehead, and said with a stern expression,

"Master, your hand is injured. What happened on the road?"

Although he is very old, he still has excellent eyesight and strong observation skills.

Suddenly, he noticed something strange in Meng Zhao's hands.

After saying this, although his pupils were cloudy, his eyes were sharp, like an eagle, he shot towards Lu Le who was behind Meng Zhao.

Before he left home, he repeatedly told Lu Le to be careful and protect the young master, but something happened.

Well, okay, even though it was just a minor injury on his hand, from Lu Zhong's point of view, it was considered an accident, and it was quite serious.

This kind of thinking seems a bit unreasonable to others, like a brainless darling in the rice circle.

But there was nothing he could do. Meng Zhao was sent away from childhood and suffered alone in a monk's temple for ten years.

Lu Zhong could not stop it at that time. After all, this was the emperor's will, but in the future, he would never allow anyone to harm the young master.

Meng Zhao smiled, waved his hand, and was about to explain.

Then he saw Lu Le, who had been following him silently, taking a step forward and passing him.

With a pop, he knelt down in front of Lu Zhong, pressed his palms to the ground, put his forehead against the dry, hard and cold masonry ground, and prayed,

“Father, the child is incompetent.

First, he was careless and leaked the young master's whereabouts, allowing the thieves to set up an ambush in advance.

After being attacked and killed, he failed to protect the young master personally, which almost made a big mistake.

The child is ashamed of his adoptive father's teachings, please punish him. "