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Zhao Song: "You just talk about Wang's business directly, why bother beating around the bush?"

Zhao Ming: "Father, it's good to understand. You and Uncle Qi have always treated the Wang family without hypocrisy..."

Zhao Song interrupted him with a cold snort, "Although I have a good attitude, it doesn't mean that Wang's bad fate doesn't exist. I just do this because I don't want Sanniang to be embarrassed."

He said: "Now Sanniang is the person in charge of the Dafang lineage and Xiping County. Wang is her mother. Having such a reputation has a great influence on her."

Zhao Ming: "...So you know, then why don't you think about it. If Sanniang hadn't achieved her current achievements, the influence of Wang's reputation on her and Erlang would only be worse."

Zhao Song got angry, "Don't I know? But can't I even have my likes and dislikes? Is it true that she has a bad fate?"

Zhao Ming: "No!"

Zhao Song didn't expect that they had differences in basic understanding, so he was so angry that he said, "I won't tell you. If you don't believe me, go ask your seventh uncle. That eminent monk's judgment is correct and very effective. There are several cases in nearby counties." Everyone has been taught by him."

Zhao Ming: "Seventh Uncle also said that he would bury a living person for his uncle. Why do you believe so much in such a ridiculous thing, Father?"

Zhao Song was choked and couldn't speak for a long time, and finally said angrily: "I don't deal with the situation but the person."

"Then let's discuss the matter. Back then..."

"Shut up," Zhao Song suddenly shouted, interrupting him, "I won't listen to your fallacy, get out of here."

Zhao Ming: "Obviously you know you can't defend me, so you don't allow me to speak..."

Zhao Ming was finally photographed out by Zhao Song with a roll of bamboo slips.

After taking the photo, Zhao Song felt distressed and ran to pick up the bamboo slips and arrange them carefully.

Zhao Hanzhang didn't have time to see Zhao Song yesterday, so he decided to go after breakfast today.

Early in the morning, when the genius was slightly bright, Zhao Hanzhang and Fu Tinghan led Zhao Erlang out of Wubao and ran along the avenue in the manor.

Zhao Erlang was running fast. When he saw his sister and brother-in-law running slowly, he quickly ran ahead, not wanting to follow them.

Zhao Hanzhang had a sandbag tied to his leg. In order to accommodate Fu Tinghan's speed, he slowed down.

Fu Tinghan also knew that she was carrying weight on her legs and asked, "Have you gained weight?"

Zhao Hanzhang responded, "Sandbags are easier to use than stones. When your training volume increases, you can try it."

Early in the morning, someone went to the fields with a hoe and was stunned when he saw the three of them running back from a distance.

Zhao Hanzhang had a good memory and met him, so he said hello, "Is this Uncle Gui, are you going to the ground?"

Uncle Gui responded blankly, "What is Sanniang doing?"

He looked behind them and saw nothing chasing them, and it didn't look like they were running for their lives. Why were they running?

Zhao Hanzhang had already ran over and casually replied, "We are exercising."

The people ran away, and Uncle Gui stared at their backs blankly. There was another rumor in Wubao. The reason why Dafang's Sanniang Kung Fu was so good was because he ran away.

Zhao Hanzhang returned to her old house, untied the sandbags, practiced a set of military boxing and a set of swordsmanship before giving up. By now her clothes were soaked through.

Fu Tinghan sat on the railing and watched. At most, he learned a little military style boxing, and then he couldn't stand it and stopped.

Zhao Hanzhang wiped his sweat with a cloth and said to him: "The intensity is different, wait until you adapt to the current intensity and then slowly increase it."

Fu Tinghan said: "I heard that there are medicinal baths that can improve strength?"

Zhao Hanzhang was stunned and wiped his sweat for a moment, "Yes, but it is to relieve muscle pain. During intensive training, the most uncomfortable thing is muscle injury. Taking a medicinal bath can allow the body to digest the strength it has gained. How do you do that?" Do you know this?"

Fu Tinghan lowered his eyes uncomfortably, "For a while, you always smelled of medicine. I heard that there was always a smell of Chinese medicine wafting out of your yard. I thought you were seriously ill."

Because the medicinal smell lasts too long.

Zhao Hanzhang smiled and said: "It was because I was eager for success during training, so my grandfather found an old Chinese doctor to prescribe medicine for me to take a bath."

She pondered for a moment and said: "I still remember the prescription. I will write it down later and see if I can find all the medicinal ingredients. We can try the effect."

Fu Tinghan nodded. He also wanted to increase his training intensity. In terms of physical fitness, there was a big difference between him and Zhao Hanzhang, which made him a little ashamed. He couldn't ask Teacher Zhao to protect him when encountering violence in the future, right?

Zhao Hanzhang took a rest, pressed his legs, relaxed his muscles, and waited until the heat in his body subsided before bathing and changing clothes.

Mrs. Wang saw everything and felt very distressed. During breakfast, she kept making steamed buns and meatloaf for them, "I know you are working hard, but I didn't expect it to be so hard."

I have to get up before dawn, and I still have to box and practice swordsmanship after running so far. I don’t stop even if my clothes are soaked.

Mrs. Wang wept silently and became more determined to stay. So she put down her chopsticks and solemnly announced: "I have decided, I will stay in Wubao to help Sanniang."

Zhao Hanzhang choked and almost spit out the goat's milk.

Fu Tinghan hurriedly handed her a handkerchief.

Zhao Hanzhang covered his mouth, and after he calmed down, he quickly asked: "Auntie, what are you doing to help me here?"

Wang glanced outside, leaned close to her and whispered: "I'll help you keep an eye on the clan members. If they disobey you, I can tell you. If I get along well, I might be able to mediate for you."

Zhao Hanzhang looked at Wang, who was beaming with joy. He swirled the words of rejection around the tip of his tongue before swallowing it. He gave a thumbs up and said, "My mother is still thoughtful."

"That's natural," Mrs. Wang became complacent and patted Zhao Hanzhang's thumb, "Don't do these indecent actions. Although you are the person in charge now, you are still a girl, so you still have to pay attention to your daily etiquette."

Zhao Hanzhang raised his thumb and asked, "What's so indecent about this?"

She asked: "This is the thumb, not the middle finger?"

Wang was confused, "Why is it OK for the thumb but not the middle finger?"

She patted Zhao Hanzhang's fingers and said: "In my opinion, they are all the same, so don't make any weird moves."

Zhao Hanzhang could only put it away and pick up the bowl again to drink the goat milk, "Okay, I will listen to you."

Wang became a little timid after his arrogance and ambition, "What about your fifth uncle..."

"I'll go tell you," Zhao Hanzhang said, "I'm going to go see my fifth uncle to discuss the matter in a while, so I can get this thing done by the way."

She said: "Since you want to live back in Xiping, will you live in the county government office or in the old house on weekdays?"

"Of course I live in the old house, otherwise how can I help you keep an eye on them?" Wang said: "But the county government can also stay there occasionally."

She became excited, "I haven't lived in a county government office yet."

Zhao Hanzhang said: "I will let you live in the prefect's mansion and the governor's mansion in the future."

"I've lived in both."

Zhao Hanzhang stopped talking and gave his mother a bun, "Mom, you can have breakfast too. Later you can send a letter to Shangcai and ask Uncle Cheng to send all your things and servants to Xiping." .”

Wang agreed.

See you tomorrow