The Human Emperor

Chapter 148

Wang Chong left in the eyes of Su Zhengchen and Xiao Jianjian.

When he left, Su Zhengchen was once again defeated and defeated. On the chessboard, Bai Zi was in the air, and there was little left, so that the big brow was frowned into a "Chuan" shape.

After leaving the ghost area, Wang Chong drove directly to the east of the city, and then asked a few people to ask for directions. Although the power of the Datang Empire is one layer, few people know about charcoal wine, but among the ordinary people, this wine is very famous.

Just a moment later, Wang Chong found Zhou.

A huge yard surrounded by walls, a long flagpole standing on the wall, a large wine flag on it, black on a red background, saying:

“Zhou Ji burns charcoal wine!”

The flag of the wine fluttered in the wind, and it looked far away. The red flag reveals a black spot on the spot, which is obviously some years old.

For so long, the East has not changed the flag, and it is obviously very proud of this brand.

"I don't think so, this is where the person is hired!"

Across the street, a carriage stopped and the curtains picked up. Wang Chong looked at the Zhoujia Winery through the window, and he felt very sad.

Although I heard a lot about the deeds of that person, I also knew that he used to work in a wealthy family. But this is the first time that Wang Chong really saw his work.

If it wasn’t for chess, Xiao Jianjian stole a drink and accidentally mentioned it. Wang Chong probably didn’t know that this was where he used to work.

"The son, check it out. There is indeed a Zhou Wen here."

At this time, the carriage door opened, and a Wang’s guard came in and looked respectfully:

"I also asked other people. I said that I know this person. I said that I have been working in Zhoujia for many years, and I have a poor life. I still have an old mother at home. But people are very honest, honest, not much, and have a low-key work. But very diligent, the people around him have a good impression of him."

Wang Chong nodded, and this was completely in line with what he knew.

Zhou Wen before the age of 27 is actually no different from ordinary people. Diligent and lived by my own life, there is no talent, but I can also support myself by my own hands.

Really change his destiny, let him become the person of the future generation, or that person, should still be the mysterious "Evil Emperor."

It is he who, by his own strength, will turn an ordinary person who is mediocre and unwilling to kill into a strong person who will be able to look up many people in later generations.

"When did he ask to work?"

Wang Chong sat in the carriage and bowed slightly.

"I have asked, because he wants to serve his mother and go back to cook for her on time. So he got up and worked much earlier than others. Before midnight, he would get up and cook, and then he went to the Zhoujia workshop. Work. When others started working, he has been working for more than two hours."

"So, even if he works late, he is much longer than others. And he is very diligent in doing things. One person can be two or three people, so the week is also happy to take him."

The guards bowed their heads and said that they were very careful.

In the Wang family, everyone knows that the young master is not the former young master. After the end of the Sifang Pavilion, there were even words. The entire Wang family was most likely to take over the position of the old man, the youngest teenager in front of him.

So now, the guards are extremely respectful to the young master, and they have not dared to worry about the things that have been confessed.

"Working hard!"

Wang Chong nodded, then closed his eyes and waited silently.

I don't know how long it took. Suddenly, the gate of the Zhou Family Yard opened, and a happy figure came out from the inside.

"Hey, Zhou Wen!"

"Zhou Wen is here!"

"Would you like to go back and cook for the church?"

"Haha, hurry up. Let's do something here!"

......

Outside the Zhou Jiayuan, a group of "Zhou Wen" voices come and go, endless. Wang Chong’s heart moved, and he opened his eyes and looked through the window. He saw a happy figure standing at the gate of Zhou’s house, and he smiled plainly.

"It's him!"

Wang Chong’s mind passed a thought.

Just before the work of "Zhou Wen", there is no Wang Chong imagined that it is very thick and dark, dirty look, on the contrary, he is wearing a gray plain robe, the whole body is very clean.

The face has also been cleaned, and there is a white lining in the skin. Unlike a wine shop, it brings a little scholarly temperament.

Moreover, Zhou Wen's body is also very tall, more than seven feet, close to eight feet. This made him stand in a group of employees in Zhou's home, like a standout.

However, despite her simple and simple personality and a deep smile, he naturally integrated into the hires and wine merchants.

Wang Chong also can see that the people around him like this big man very much.

Greetings with the people around him, Zhou Wen carrying a parcel, did not think much, naturally went in the direction of going home.

"Follow him!"

Wang Chongdao.

The carriage slowly moved, followed by Zhou Wen, and did not hurry to follow, maintaining a distance that would not cause vigilance and attention.

It is getting late, maybe it is worried that the old mother in the family is hungry, and Zhou Wen’s pace is very fast. Although it is a normal pace, it is equivalent to a lot of people trotting.

Wang Chong followed him in a street, in the alley, and in the alley. Some places are too narrow, and the carriage is not, but Wang Chong abandoned the carriage.

Although this is somewhat inconvenient, tracking is even more difficult to find.

Following him all the way, Wang Chong saw that he deliberately turned the road. At the corner of the street, he took a copper plate and placed it in a beggar's beggar bowl.

At a remnant wall with eucalyptus trees, Zhou Wen took out lunch from the baggage and was not willing to eat in the afternoon. He smiled and fed a few pigeons to eat, and his smile was very happy.

Wang Chong looked at this scene far away from the rear, and he felt very sad.

The Zhou Wen of the year, he once saw it far away, his face was rigid, his face had no smile, just like a person who lost his soul, only lived for a certain purpose.

Anyone who sees him can feel it. This person is not happy.

For those who have seen him, it is really hard to believe that this person can smile so happy, so simple, but so full.

Power is not as strong as possible. Some people are willing to take everything for strength, but some people are willing to take all the power to exchange everything.

Wang Chong believes that if the person at the beginning saw this scene, he would be willing to take everything for the present!

"What is this guy doing?"

"His speed is getting faster! He ran!"

"Did he find us?"

......

Suddenly a sound came into the ear, and the guards looked at the distance, and they were wrong. Zhou Wen has been walking at a constant speed.

But after feeding the pigeons, he suddenly became faster and faster. Later, he even ran straight. It looked like he found something and wanted to get rid of them.

"He delayed the time on the road. He wanted to hurry and go back to cook for his mother."

Wang Chong secluded.

"what?!"

The guards were wrong.

"Look at the sky yourself. At this time, he still does not go back to cook, her mother is going to be hungry."

Wang Chong faintly said.

The guards groaned and looked up and found that the sky was dark and the night was dark. Unconsciously, it was almost time for dinner.

Wang Chong did not pay attention, opened his steps and followed. His cultivation is far beyond Zhou Wen, and he is taking steps, faster than him, not slow.

All the way followed Zhou Wen, through a street, and finally Wang Chong followed Zhou Wen, saw him rushing into a low-lying, simple earthen house covered with thick white thatch.

There is a darkness around, the house stands in the night, there are no people around the dozens of feet, solitary, giving people a feeling of being separated from the whole world.

"mother!"

"Wen, cough!..."

An old voice came from a narrow room with a sick cough. After a while, a dimly lit oil lamp illuminates, and then there is a burst of shuffle.

Wang Chong stood under a lush eucalyptus tree and soon smelled the aroma of the food.

"Mother, don't lie."

There was a respectful voice from Zhou Wen in the room. After a while, the window of the room opened and a fumes floated out. That is, when the window was opened, Wang Chong saw Zhou Wen with two dishes and came out from it.

Two pairs of chopsticks, two small bowls, a dim oil lamp.

Wang Chong looked at Zhou Wen while sitting on the other side, sitting on a thin, silver-haired old lady, coughing while licking her head, and went straight to the bowl in front of Zhou Wen.

"Children, eat more, eat more..."

Looking at this scene, I don’t know why, Wang’s conflict feels a bit sour in his nose, his heart is full of emotions, and some feel unspeakable.

At this moment, the king’s conflict knew that the man of that year lost nothing.

This person has no idea.

So a lot of things about this person can be heard. But in so many bits and pieces, he did not listen to him mentioning his mother.

This is a dutiful son. He can get up early and get rid of the darkness. The sky is still not bright, and he will get up and work in the next day. He can be a person alone, after a day of tiredness, sitting at the dinner table, laughing and grinning, just because he still has a mother who lives with himself.

But when he made the hero and became the "he" of the later generations, this has long been lost, and he has already been alone.

A person has lost the most important thing in life!

The Wang conflict recalled a rumor that he had heard a long time ago. It is said that the reason why the person changed his temperament was because his mother was killed by a mob.

This rumor has not come, nor has it gone, it has only spread in a few people, and people who have been said quickly have forgotten it.

Wang Chong did not care about himself.

But at this moment, the conflict between the kings is clear. No accidents, all of this, I am afraid that they are inseparable from the "elderly old man".

Such a dutiful son will not provoke any thugs.

The only possibility, ... is just the "elderly old man" who was concealed.

Other people's "experience", for others, may be just a disaster!

Thinking of this, Wang Chong couldn’t help but sigh for a long time!