Zhao Dacheng walked quickly towards his residence with a heavy bamboo basket on his arm, with an anxious and panicked expression on his face. The experiences of these two days were a bit beyond his life experience in his memory, so he tried his best to appear as normal as usual.
His behavior was already a sign that he was deeply impressed by the story told by the scholar.
He hurriedly walked into the courtyard where his family stayed. Before he even bothered to lift the basket in his hand into the house, he heard the children he had taken in shouted to him: "Uncle Dacheng, there are some people looking for you!"
Zhao Dacheng was frightened and said to himself, "It's a blessing, not a curse. It's a curse that can't be avoided." He bit the bullet and continued walking into the yard. When he passed by the children who were playing together, he released a hand to hold it down and shouted at him.
The yelling child said: "How many times have I told you, just call me brother? I'm not a few years older than you. Where is the person who came to see me?"
The child who was holding the back of his neck struggled for a moment, but did not break free. He replied in a low voice obediently: "Brother Zhao, according to what you taught me, if you are older than one year, you will be in a senior position. I happen to be twelve years younger than you.
According to what the empress said, you should be called uncle!
"There are three people here. They are all in your room, talking to the queen. The two people at the door look like they are the same group of people because of their clothes. Uncle Dacheng, don't worry!"
"Children, what are they selling now that they are learning?" A trace of displeasure appeared on Zhao Dacheng's face, he raised his voice and yelled a few words, handed the bamboo basket in his hand to the child and said, "Take this basket in, what's in it?"
Give the yellow paper bag to Uncle Li, and I'll go to Mom's place to see what's going on."
This chapter has been completed!