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"As for the little girl Jin Lian, the Nu family also likes her very much." Mrs. Lin recalled the past with some emotion.

"The slave family still remembers that Jin Lian was only a nine-year-old girl when she entered my house." Mrs. Lin picked up the teacup and handed it to Zhang Zhengdao.

Zhang Zhengdao quickly took it, and their fingers touched each other, as if they were electrocuted. They stuck together and then separated.

Lin didn't take it seriously and continued: "I learned music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, music, playing and singing, and Jin Lian was all taught in my house."

Zhang Zhengdao took a sip of hot tea and asked, "What happened next?"

Mrs. Lin smiled and said: "Three years ago, the Pan family's mother redeemed Golden Lotus. Later, the slave family heard that the Pan family's mother resold her to your Zhang family."

Zhang Zhengdao really didn't know that there were so many inside stories. This golden lotus was actually sold by his own mother twice in a row. It was really unfortunate.

Judging from Lin's serious look, it doesn't look like she was deceiving him.

"So, my Zhang family and my wife have quite a relationship." Zhang Zhengdao said with a smile.

Mrs. Lin has been standing beside him, exuding a mature womanly style from time to time, which is a bit unbearable.

"That's natural." Mrs. Lin smiled sweetly.

This Lin is the widow of Wang Zhaoxuan. She has been a widow for several years. She usually hides in the deep house and rarely shows her face.

Now that I see this handsome young man, I can't help myself.

"Dalang, I don't understand the truth at all. If you have some free time in the future, come and see me." Mrs. Lin gently wiped the corners of her eyes with her sleeve.

"The father-in-law of the slave family died early, leaving the slave family with a child and no one to rely on. In addition, the three officials were still young and unsatisfactory, and could not inherit his father's official position." Lin's tears suddenly welled up in her eyes.

Come up.

Recalling the past that I couldn't bear to look back on, and then thinking about how I had been helpless and helpless in the past ten years, barely keeping my family business afloat, I couldn't help feeling sad and sobbing softly.

Zhang Zhengdao was panicked. We were having a good conversation, but why did he suddenly cry?

"Madam, please don't be sad. Although Sanguan is a bit messy now, after a few years, he will mature and he will be fine." Zhang Zhengdao comforted her.

Mrs. Lin cried with tears in her eyes. She looked at Zhang Zhengdao and asked, "Is everything Dalang said true?"

Zhang Zhengdao stood up and nodded vigorously.

Mrs. Lin smiled, but when she thought of the suffering of orphans and widowed mothers for many years, her tears kept rolling down. She could no longer restrain her heart, and she threw herself into Zhang Zhengdao's arms and burst into tears.

"These years, the slave family has been... so miserable..." Mrs. Lin choked up.

The beauty was in his arms, but the pear blossoms were wet with tears. Zhang Zhengdao had no choice but to stretch out his arms to hug her, gently patted her shoulders, and persuaded her: "Everything will be fine, madam, don't worry, I, Zhang Zhengdao, will be here in the future."

It won’t fall.”

Mrs. Lin raised her head and looked at Zhang Zhengdao, looking like a weak and helpless woman, "Dalang, my slave, maybe I believe you?"

Zhang Zhengdao smiled and said, "Just believe me, madam."

At this time, Mrs. Lin let go of Zhang Zhengdao, wiped her tears with her sleeves, regained her composure, and said softly: "It's getting late, Da Lang must be hungry too, why don't you stay and have dinner before leaving."
After she said that, Zhang Zhengdao really felt hungry in his belly, so he said politely: "Then there is Mrs. Lao."

Mrs. Lin calmed down and turned around to ask the servants at home to prepare the meal.

Zhang Zhengdao was sitting in the hall drinking tea, but thinking about things.

The Wang family is one of the largest families in Qinghe County. Not to mention the houses and shops that cannot be moved, they must also have a lot of money in the family.

What if the Zhang family and the Wang family merged into one family.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Zhengdao is now the richest man in Qinghe County.

So those troublesome high-ranking officials from Ximen of Yanggu, just go and eat dirt.

From now on, the people around Qinghe County will only know Zhang Daguan, but not other high officials.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhengdao couldn't help laughing.

"Dalang, what did you think of that made you laugh so happily?" Mrs. Lin left and came back.

Zhang Zhengdao smiled and said: "I feel so happy when I meet my wife today."

Lin smiled and said: "Da Lang, come with the slave family."

Zhang Zhengdao asked curiously: "Are you ready so soon?"

Mrs. Lin led the way and replied: "We only prepared some drinks and cooked food. Don't dislike it, Mr. Da Lang."

Zhang Zhengdao shook his head and said: "How could it be possible? Everything is up to Madam's arrangement."

Mrs. Lin led him through several courtyards, and finally came to a courtyard full of bamboos, pushed the door and entered the house.

Along the way, Zhang Zhengdao felt even more happy. This skinny camel was really bigger than a horse.

As for the Wang family's house, it is impossible to get it without a thousand pieces of gold.

There are candles in the hall, and the light is extremely bright.

On a round table, there are some food.

Mrs. Lin closed the door behind her back and invited Zhang Zhengdao to sit down.

Pour a glass of water and wine for him and put it to Zhang Zhengdao's mouth. Lin smiled and said: "Dalang, you are thirsty. Let's have a drink first."

Zhang Zhengdao drank it all in one gulp. The wine was fragrant and sweet, not that strong.

Mrs. Lin sat next to him, took a bite of food for him, and then said: "Dalang, come and try this dish to see if it suits your appetite."

Zhang Zhengdao chewed the cooked beef in his mouth and it tasted good.

There are no servants to serve in the house, whether it's pouring wine or serving dishes, it's all done by Lin.

Zhang Zhengdao was not polite to her either. The wine was in his glass and the food was in his mouth.

After a few glasses of water and wine, Mrs. Lin's pretty face showed a blush, her eyes were as charming as silk, and she leaned against Zhang Zhengdao's body, singing softly.

She was originally the daughter of a wealthy family. She learned writing at an early age, and was good at playing music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and music and dance.

In the early years, when Pan Jinlian was in the Wang family, she was the one who trained her.

Listening to Lin's tunes and eating fine wine and delicacies, Zhang Zhengdao felt in a daze that everything in front of him was unreal.

He had been lying on the bed unable to move for several days since he came to this world. Now his illness is completely cured, his head no longer hurts, and his limbs are stronger. It really is like a dream.

Mrs. Lin's face turned red from drinking, and she almost sat in Zhang Zhengdao's arms.

She has been a widow for many years and has long been unable to hold herself back. However, she still has a trace of clarity in her mind, fearing that she will go too far and scare away this handsome man.

At the age of thirty-two or thirteen, it is the time when flowers are blooming, and the eyes and brows are full of irritating emotions.

Although Zhang Zhengdao drank several glasses of water and wine, he was still rational. With the beautiful woman in his arms, he could no longer control himself.

I'm just afraid that I'll be too Meng Lang and scare Mrs. Lin, so I just stop there and don't go too far.

Lin's mouth was full of fragrance, and she confided in Zhang Zhengdao's ear the sufferings of the past ten years. When she talked about the sad parts, she couldn't help herself and began to cry.

Zhang Zhengdao hugged her and comforted her softly.

The two of them drank until the sun set and the moon reached the zenith.

The moonlight is hazy and everything is quiet.

Outside the house, the bamboo forest was blown by the wind, making a rustling sound. Occasionally, two flying birds started up, dropped a piece of feces, and then flew south.

A moment of spring night is truly worth a thousand pieces of gold!