In Nanyang City, Zhou Yang just received news from the capital.

It was a letter sent by his uncle Zhou Zongren, ordering him to return to the capital before the tenth day of August to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Today is already the eighth day of the Lunar New Year!" Zhou Yang shook the letter in his hand and sighed lightly.

For Zhou Yang, the capital was the place he least wanted to set foot in.

But this Mid-Autumn Festival, he must go back.

In the past few years, he was at the border and never went back to the Marquis Mansion, let alone the holidays or New Years. This year, when he came back from the border, he could get his uncle to write a letter and order him to go back. His grandmother must have spoken.

If he doesn't even go back for the Mid-Autumn Festival, the old man may not even be able to celebrate the festival safely.

There is also his uncle, who has always stood by him and his mother from the time of the accident until now.

Although there is also a reason for concern about the family's face. But he has been taught by his uncle along with his brothers since he was a child. His uncle treats him no differently than the others. In his heart, his uncle is better than the person he must call daddy.

If he doesn't go back at this time, his uncle will be disappointed and his grandmother will be sad.

Just like what his uncle warned before leaving, he is a son of the Zhou family. At this time, he needs the Zhou family to stand behind him so that he can avenge his mother.

If his great-aunt and uncle are not on his side, the path he wants to take will definitely be more difficult.

Zhou Yang was not afraid that the road would be difficult, but he was afraid that he would not be able to avenge his mother.

Anyang is not dead yet, Zhou Zongyi is still alive and well, of course he will live better than them.

As long as he returns to the capital, he is afraid that someone will have trouble sleeping and eating.

Thinking of the expressions on Anyang and Zhou Zongren's faces when they saw him, Zhou Yang's tight lips pulled out a cold smile. His eyes became more and more serious, and there was a silence that others could not understand, like a pool of frozen water in winter.

It's time to go back, otherwise when the Hongying Army enters the capital in autumn, Zhou Yang's contribution will not be there.

Wuhu looked at his master in a daze, and couldn't help but feel aggrieved for the little master: The same is true for Mr. Hou. He insists on asking the young master to go back to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival. Others celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival for reunion, and the master celebrates the Mid-Autumn Festival just to go back and see Mr. Zhou.

A hypocritical face?

It would be better not to see you!

Zhou Yang put down the letter, raised his hand and tapped on the table: "Sihai, Wuhu and I will go back later, and you let Sanshan and Wuyue deal with the aftermath."

Sihai, who was named, had a calm expression on his face and saluted respectfully: "It's the master."

Zhou Yang has four loyal subordinates, covering three mountains and five mountains, all over the world. Although he is not ranked high in the world, he is the most capable among the four and the one who wins Zhou Yang's heart the most.

"Then Song Yunfei, stay in jail, don't let him cause trouble." Zhou Yang had a headache when he thought of Song Yunfei and his gang of brothers.

I don't know where I offended those boys. They frowned when they saw him, as if he had borrowed money from them and hadn't paid it back.

Fortunately, he had business in Huaicheng and didn't have much contact with Song Yunfei and the other young generals.

In addition, his temperament has become much calmer after years of experience at the border. If it were Zhou Yang in the capital back then, he probably wouldn't give up until he and Song Yunfei fought to the death.

Zhou Yang pondered for a moment, and then warned: "As for the shop on Xingfu Road, you should also let people keep an eye on the shop to see who will come to pick it up."

Sihai stood behind Zhou Yang, still holding his fists and answering: "Yes."

The shop on Xingfu Road was originally kept by Zhou Yang as a gift. It happened that Wuhu met Er Pang in the county town who was looking for a shop. When he came back and told him, Zhou Yang simply gave the shop to Er Pang at a cheaper price.

Erpang and Cannon are the two most loyal dogs around Song Yunfei. If they are given to Erpang, they are also given to Song Yunfei.

The reason why Zhou Yang gave such generous gifts to Song Yunfei was because he thought it would save him a lot of trouble when he went to the capital in the future.

Chen Quan watched people like Song Yunfei grow up after all.

If Chen Quan can win the throne, the Song brothers will definitely be crowned kings and marquises.

For the time being, we can only make friends with Song Yunfei, not offend him.

"Wuhu, pack your bags."

"Yes, Master."

Even if Wuhu was dissatisfied, he would not dare to persuade his master not to go back.

The capital is the master's home. The Marquis and the old lady are still looking forward to the master's return. The master has to go back.

Poor master, it would be great if my father died like him.

Wuhu went to pack his master's luggage with a tangled look on his face. When he left, he didn't forget to wink to Sihai to persuade his master. Although Sihai was not as smart as him and not as good at talking, it was better than leaving his master to think alone.

Sihai stood behind his master with a cold face, as if he didn't even see Wuhu's face that was almost tilted to the tip of his eyebrows.

This piece of wood, no wonder the master doesn't like it.

Wuhu cursed secretly in his heart and could only angrily go to tidy up and bow to his master.

Whoever asks him to please his master will depend on him for all matters big and small.

Unlike Sihai, who stands behind his master like a big log all day long, and relies on him to serve him with tea and water.

Hey, those who are capable work hard, but there is no other way. Who calls him a capable person from all over the world!

Outside the window, there are misty mountains in the distance.

The mountains are far away and the woods are quiet. The scenery is not very good, and it is even a bit deserted. It is completely different from the carefully tended mountains and forests in the capital.

The capital is so wonderful, so rich and luxurious.

Zhou Yang stared at the distant mountains in silence for a long time before speaking out: "Sihai, tell me, what excuse will Lord Zhou find to scold me when we go back this time?"

Sihai's eyes were slightly lowered: "My wife's farm and shop have been taken over by the Marquis, the land and house deeds are all in the master's hands, my wife's dowry has been locked up by the old lady, and the key is also in the master's hands. Third Master...

The third master probably can't find any excuse to scold you."

"Why can't I find it?"

Zhou Yang fell back and leaned on the back of the chair, holding the teacup in his hand and shaking it gently, "Do you still have to make excuses when you don't like someone?"

Just like when he looked at Zhou Laosan, there was nothing he liked and nothing he liked.

Such a father and son probably had a blood feud in their previous life, but in this life they are father and son!

Sihai was originally reticent, and now he didn't even know how to answer the question.

Fortunately, Zhou Yang didn't ask him to answer. He lowered his head, took a sip of tea, and said: "This Yushan tea is not bad. Later, you can ask Wuhu to prepare some to give away."

The whole world echoed.

After a brief silence, Wuhu came over halfway through his salute: "Master, will you come back when you return to the capital this time?"

If he came back, he would simply pack up and get some clothes. If he didn't come back, he would have a lot to pack.

"Just pack some commonly used items and don't bring anything else."

Zhou Yang didn't say anything back, nor did he say not to say anything back.

Wuhu understood his meaning instantly and ran out in a hurry.

When Wuhu's footsteps faded away, Zhou Yang suddenly said: "Go back and build the Star-Zhaing Tower."

Sihai was shocked and thought he had misheard: "Master, do you want to rebuild the Star-Zhaing Tower?"

"Yes." Zhou Yang responded calmly, but there was unquestionable firmness in his tone: "Just rebuild it on the original site."

Rebuild the Star Building!

Anyone can do this, except Zhou Yang.
Chapter completed!