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Mrs. Wang quickly said: "Your fifth uncle is still ill. Tomorrow each family will come to send wedding gifts, and the day after tomorrow will be the formal ceremony. I'm afraid your fifth uncle won't be able to make it in time. Otherwise, you will choose someone else to officiate at the wedding?"

Zhao Hanzhang: "I also want to use this happy event to make my fifth uncle happy. Maybe he will figure it out as soon as he is happy. How can we change the officiant temporarily?"

Mainly because she really couldn't find the right one.

Ji Yuan and Ming Yu are not suitable. The three most suitable ones are Zhao Song, Zhao Ming and Zhao Cheng...

Zhao Ming was from Yuzhou, Zhao Cheng, and Zhao Hanzhang were satisfied, but the Wang family disagreed, and the relatives of the Zhao family also felt that Zhao Cheng was not good.

Zhao Ming finally restored harmony between his husband and wife, the harp and harp played harmoniously, and Zhao Cheng...

Let him preside over the wedding. Isn't this a curse on Zhao Hanzhang and Fu Tinghan?

All the clan members who could speak a word refused to agree. Even Zhao Cheng himself felt that Zhao Hanzhang was out of his mind and wanted to let him perform the wedding.

Therefore, in the entire city of Luoyang, only Zhao Song is the most suitable.

No matter from which aspect.

Wang frowned and thought for a moment, and could only accept, "I also sent someone to invite the fifth uncle today, but the servants in the house said that he went out of the city to recuperate."

Zhao Hanzhang was startled and frowned slightly, "Why do you have to go out of the city to recuperate?"

"Let's relax. Don't you all say that Fifth Uncle is suffering from a heart disease?" Although Wang didn't understand what Zhao Song was suffering from, why he was so seriously ill, but if he was unhappy, going out was the best way.

When she was bullied by her second wife, she often liked to go to Taoist temples and temples to burn incense. It was not that she believed in gods and Buddhas, but simply because she didn’t want to see those people in the house. She went out to relax, even if she saw weeds on the roadside, it was better than It's fun to look at the precious flowers in the house.

If you feel unhappy in your heart, although you won't be cured immediately when you go out, it will never get worse.

Zhao Hu carefully looked at Zhao Song's face. Seeing that his expression improved, he said cheerfully: "What, let me tell you, it's much more comfortable outside than at home. You always lie down, even if you're not sick, you'll get sick, not to mention you." Are you still sick?"

Zhao Song gathered up his cloak, glanced at Zhao Shen who was following on horseback outside, and said quietly: "I think you are deliberately torturing Shen'er. It's not like you can say that it's more comfortable outside than at home."

Zhao Hu: "Just tell me if you feel a little happier, right?"

Zhao Song looked out the window and sighed: "It's going to snow. Is there enough charcoal where we'll stay at night? I'm going back to the city to host a wedding early the next morning, so I can't freeze."

"Is it snowing?" Zhao Hu stuck her head out to look at the sky and wondered: "The sun is so bright and there are no clouds in the sky, how can it snow?"

Zhao Song pointed to one side and remained silent.

Zhao Hu looked at it twice and said: "Isn't that on the horizon? Although it is gray, it doesn't look like floating clouds. Fifth brother, are you thinking too much?"

Zhao Song opened his mouth to speak, but Zhao Hu was already talking eloquently, "I would say that your illness is caused by overthinking. We are already this old, and it is time to drink freely. How can you be happy every day?" Come, otherwise in a few years I won’t be able to play anymore and I will die directly.”

"I don't know if there are ghosts and gods in this world. Of course, I believe there are. Then I will still live a noble life underground, but what if there are no ghosts and gods?" Zhao Hu was not happy when he mentioned this. He hoped that there would be ghosts and gods. Ghosts and gods, so that he can continue to enjoy life as a ghost, "So in order to take precautions, you should enjoy yourself as soon as possible and don't wait too long."

Zhao Song couldn't say anything anymore. He said angrily: "If there are ghosts and gods, which level of hell do you think you will be sent to?"

Zhao Hu pooh-poohed twice and said, "I won't go to hell. I will be a rich man in the underworld. No matter how disrespectful Zitu is, his filial piety will not be less every year. What's more, there is Zheng'er. I am in this mortal world." If you have money, there must be money in the underworld!”

Zhao Hu was proud and complacent. Zhao Shen turned around and said to the two people in the car: "Grandpa, seventh uncle, I'm afraid it's going to snow tonight. Do we really have to stay outside tonight?"

Zhao Song looked at Zhao Hu lightly.

When one person says it's going to snow, even if that person is his fifth brother, whom he slightly admires, Zhao Hu doesn't believe it. But if a second person says it's going to snow without any communication, even if the other person is his hated grandnephew. , Zhao Hu also had to believe it.

So he thought seriously, "The other courtyard is fully equipped with everything. It's no problem to keep out the cold, and it's no problem to stay here for ten days and a half. But if the snow is heavy, it will be difficult to return to the city the day after tomorrow, right?"

Zhao Song asked someone to stop the car and held Chang Sui's hand out of the carriage. Zhao Shen quickly dismounted and helped him down.

Zhao Song stood on the roadside and looked at the gray-black sky. He closed his eyes and felt the speed of the wind. After a while, he said slowly: "Don't worry, it won't snow heavily this time."

After that, he didn't want to get in the car anymore, so he held Zhao Shen's hand and walked forward slowly.

Zhao Hu sat on the shaft of the carriage and asked the driver to drive the horse. He caught up and said, "Fifth brother, you are still sick. Why don't you get in the carriage?"

Zhao Song waved his hand at him.

Zhao Hu shrank his neck, feeling cold, so he glanced at his servants, and someone immediately brought him a fox fur and put it on him. After gathering his clothes, he sat on the shaft of the carriage and followed Zhao Song slowly, keeping moving. Preaching to Zhao Shen, "Shen'er, why don't you advise your grandfather? It's such a cold day. What if you get sick from the cold? You are just not as careful as Zheng'er. Although he is younger than you, he is better at studying than you." There are many, and he is a kinder person than you..."

Zhao Shen automatically filtered out his words and only asked Zhao Song, "Can grandfather still walk?"

Zhao Song: "I'm just sick, not about to die."

Zhao Shen grinned and said, "Then let's go. I made a calculation before going out. My grandfather will have adventures during this trip, and his heart ailments will disappear."

When Zhao Song heard this, he couldn't help but glare at him, "Don't let your father know that you are playing with tortoise shell again, or he will break your hand."

This pair of father and son are at the extremes. Zhao Ming is the son who doesn't talk about strange powers and disturbs gods, and keeps a respectful distance from them, while Zhao Shen dives in and takes the initiative to find ghosts and gods.

It gave Zhao Song a headache.

Thinking of this, Zhao Song felt depressed again. He felt that he must have committed evil in his previous life, otherwise how could he have such a pair of children and grandchildren, and meet a nephew like Zhao Hanzhang.

It's simply not comfortable anywhere.

Zhao Song was immersed in his own thoughts and didn't notice the passage of time. Fortunately, the place where he got off the bus was not far from Zhao Hu's village. After walking through this section, it was downhill, and Zhao Hu's courtyard was built halfway up the mountain. , the field facing him belongs to him, forming a big village.

There are ditches in the Zhuangzi. The huge Zhuangzi only planted about 20 acres of wheat. It was not that he did not want to plant more crops, but that he could not recruit people.

He could cultivate these twenty acres, but he could only use high-paying day laborers.

For such a large village, he recruited very few tenants, but in the end he spent a lot of money to buy them.

Zhao Hu felt heartbroken every time he counted the cost.