Wei and Jin cooks

As soon as he left, Zhao Changyu leaned back on the couch and sighed quietly, with a worried look on his face.

I don't know if he is worried about Da Jin or the Zhao family.

Zhao Changyu thought about his own thoughts, and his eyes slowly fell on Zhao Hanzhang. Seeing that she was making medicinal tea for him, he said: "Sanniang, Fu Zhongshu proposed that Wang Yan take over Jingzhao County, what do you think? "

Zhao Changyu paused and asked, "Do you know Wang Yan?"

Zhao Hanzhang turned it over in his mind, combined it with the records in the history books, and nodded: "I know that Fu Zhongshu wants to take this opportunity to support today, but the King of the East China Sea is overbearing and arrogant, and he is afraid that he will not give in, so this matter will not work."

Zhao Changyu's face turned pale, "But Fu Zhongshu still proposed this. Now our two families are in-laws, and it is reasonable for in-laws to stand together. What do you think of your uncle's suggestion?"

"No," Zhao Hanzhang said, "The Fu family can mention it this way, because with Fu Zhongshu here, even if things fail, he can resist the pressure from the King of East China Sea. If it succeeds, he can contain the King of East China Sea. But our family, My grandfather is seriously ill, and it is obvious that he can no longer protect the Zhao family. With his great uncle's ability, it is almost impossible to get out of this muddy water, and the Zhao family may become the king of East China Sea's chicken to scare the monkeys."

Zhao Hanzhang was happy when he said this, "By that time, the Fu family has become the monkey, but it has created an opportunity for our two parents and families to share hardships together."

Zhao Changyu: ...Why didn't he notice that his granddaughter was so intolerant before?

Although he was slanderous, Zhao Changyu was very proud in his heart. This was his granddaughter. She was only fourteen years old, and her intelligence was no longer inferior to that of her uncle.

After being proud, she felt a little sad and regretful. It was a pity that such a good child was going to belong to someone else. It would have been nice if she had been a boy.

If she were a boy, even if A Zhi died early, the inheritance of the first family would not be cut off, and the Zhao family could go further.

Although Zhao Changyu didn't say it with his mouth, he still felt extremely regretful about giving the title to his second wife in such a second-best way.

Seeing that Zhao Changyu was silent for a long time, Zhao Hanzhang was a little worried. Did she say the wrong thing?

"grandfather?"

Zhao Changyu came back to his senses, glanced at her and said: "Since you can think about it, think about it more. I will ask someone to open the west corner door. From tomorrow on, you can leave from there. You must have the manpower in the west of the city as soon as possible." Tighten it up, I don’t have much time.”

Zhao Hanzhang: "In the mansion..."

"You don't have to worry about the house. Since the house is closed to welcome guests, you can come over every day to take care of me and copy scriptures and pray for me."

Zhao Hanzhang happily agreed, and she poured tea for Zhao Changyu diligently, "Grandpa, this is the herbal tea prescribed by Imperial Doctor Chen. Uncle Cheng said it is good for your health. Come on, drink more."

Zhao Changyu reached out to take it, and Uncle Cheng came in with a happy face and reported, "Master, Mr. Fu Dalang is here. He said he came to fulfill his filial piety to you."

Zhao Changyu glanced at Zhao Hanzhang, waved to her and said, "Then go and tell my uncle a message, saying that I have received his filial piety."

Zhao Hanzhang stood up and bowed to say goodbye.

Zhao Changyu looked at her back, feeling happy no matter what. He frowned slightly and asked Uncle Cheng again, "Are you sure they didn't have a personal relationship before?"

This doesn't look like it at all.

Uncle Cheng didn't think it was the case either. "I asked carefully and found out that the girl has not had any contact with Chang'an in the past few years. Mr. Fu Dalang left Beijing five years ago. Five years ago..."

Five years ago, Zhao Hanzhang was only nine years old. Even if they knew each other and met each other, who would have thought of that?

Zhao Changyu murmured, "Is that love at first sight?"

He became distressed, was this a good thing or a bad thing?

"I hope she won't imitate those women trapped in love..."

Uncle Cheng comforted him, "The girl can't do it. Master Lang can tell by looking at her plans in the past few years. When it comes to feelings, who can compare with the position of Er Niangzi and Er Lang in her heart?"

Zhao Changyu could only comfort himself in this way at the moment. Besides, she was his granddaughter after all, so it was better to give benefits to her than to his second wife.

Thinking of this, Zhao Changyu cheered up again and said to Uncle Cheng: "Get the box from the second grid on the left on the bedside table."

Uncle Cheng was stunned, "Those are not for the Second Old Master..." When he caught Zhao Changyu's gaze, he swallowed the rest of his words, bowed and said, "Yes."

Zhao Changyu opened the box, took out the booklet inside, and began to consider what to cross out, "Second brother is not making progress, and Sanniang is more capable than I expected. Everything in this world is like this, there are many capable people." Lao, since she has this knowledge, then give her something more."

Zhao Changyu himself was stingy with money. He gave the big house to the second house for the sake of the overall situation and for the sake of his grandson and granddaughter.

Now that his granddaughter is capable, he naturally tries to give Zhao Hanzhang as much as possible.

In fact, it is very difficult for a Pixiu to restrain his desire to give good things to his own family and instead hand them over to his second wife. If he is not sensible enough, he knows that giving things to Wang, mother and son will harm them rather than benefit them. , he really wanted not to give him a second bedroom at all.

Now Zhao Changyu used a lot of willpower to select, picked some, and carefully checked with Uncle Cheng to determine which ones could be given to Zhao Hanzhang in private and which ones must be given in person.

In this way, items began to be added to Zhao Hanzhang's dowry list.

Zhao Hanzhang, who met Fu Tinghan in the garden, knew nothing about it. He sent his servants away and asked them to stand far away. Then he excitedly said to Fu Tinghan: "I got another asset today."

Fu Tinghan: "...Is your family so rich?"

There should be many assets that would make Zhao Hanzhang beam with joy.

Zhao Hanzhang said reservedly: "Quite a few, mainly because my grandfather knows how to save."

Fu Tinghan didn't expect that she would integrate so well and be able to call Zhao Changyu grandfather without any violation.

He was happy for her, and also a little envious, "Are we starting to learn elegant language today?"

Zhao Hanzhang nodded, "With Professor Fu's IQ, he should be able to understand it quickly."

After all, he also has the memory of his original self.

Fu Tinghan smiled and said, "I'm not very talented in language. I'm afraid it will be a lot of trouble for Teacher Zhao."

"Just come, I should be at the mansion every afternoon."

"afternoon?"

Zhao Hanzhang: "Yes, I have to deal with assets in the morning."

She paused and then said: "Originally I wanted to take you to see them, but I haven't got a hold of them yet. Taking you there suddenly will cause complications, so it will take some time."

Fu Tinghan nodded, "I can wait for you."

Zhao Hanzhang was very satisfied with his thoughtfulness and said with a smile: "Then it's settled. From now on, you will come to my door every afternoon, I will teach you elegant language, and talk about our situation by the way? You don't know much about this era, right? I'm more Understand, I can help you integrate your memories and integrate into this era as soon as possible."

Fu Tinghan nodded.

No more manuscripts saved, hahahaha, see you at nine o'clock in the evening