Zhu Zhanji doesn't care about so many things. He finally found the opportunity and he will never give up!
Today he came to visit Princess Anqing. When he walked to the door, he was still worried about how to make a request to Han Du. He didn't expect that Han Du would take the initiative to send excuses to the door. How could he be polite?
"I have always heard about the great reputation of the academy and have always longed for it." Zhu Zhanji said while carefully staring at Han Du's expression, ready to change his tone immediately if there was anything wrong. "It's a pity that my blessings are shallow. In this life,
I don’t have the chance to study in the academy. I wonder if my great-aunt would allow me to go to the academy and have a look?"
Han Du took a sip of tea slowly, not wanting to answer Zhu Zhanji directly.
But Zhu Zhanji stared at Han Du reluctantly, and when he saw that he didn't speak, he asked, "Just now, my great-aunt said that we are a family. Now he won't even agree to this small request, right?"
Han Du looked at Zhu Zhanji's half-smiling smile and knew without even thinking that he was definitely not holding back any good news.
But as he said, this is really a small thing.
Zhu Zhanji just wanted to go to the academy to have a look, and he did not ask to stay in the academy. If he didn't even agree to this, then if word got out, others would think that he was too unkind.
Although he was unhappy, Han Du had no choice but to nod in agreement. .??.
After pausing for a few seconds, Han Du continued, "Of course you can go to the academy if you want. The academy is waiting for you at any time."
"Thank you, great aunt." Zhu Zhanji was overjoyed when he heard this, and quickly bowed his hands in salute, feeling a big stone fall from his heart.
While the two were chatting, An Qing walked in and told them that the banquet was ready.
After hearing this, Han Du stood up and said to Zhu Zhanji, "You have been away from the Ming Dynasty for many years. Go and try the food to see if there is any difference between the food and the food in America."
"Being respectful is worse than obeying orders." Zhu Zhanji smiled and bowed his hands.
A dinner party where guests and hosts enjoy themselves.
> Early the next morning, Han Du was still thinking about how to deal with Zhu Zhanji going to the academy.
A clerk from the machine shop hurriedly came to the house and declared that he was eager to see the Duke of Zhen.
Uncle Han did not dare to neglect and quickly found Han Du.
"I need to see you for something urgent at the workshop? Do you know what it is?"
Han Du glanced at Uncle Wu, who was out of breath, and his brows dropped slightly. He didn't think anything big could happen in the workshop.
Sun Xian manages the workshop very well and has never had any problems over the years.
"This old slave was negligent and didn't have time to ask." Uncle Han couldn't help but look embarrassed and said with a guilty conscience.
Han Du glanced at his fifth uncle. In the past, his fifth uncle would ask questions before reporting to him, but recently, his fifth uncle has occasionally forgotten.
Maybe it was because of his age, but Han Du didn't care. Just forget it. At worst, he would have bothered a little more. He had no intention of blaming Uncle Wu at all, and he never thought about replacing him as the butler.
The clothes are not as good as new, and the people are not as good as old.
"Where is he? Take me there."
Uncle Wu immediately bowed and replied, "The man is at the door. I asked him to come in, but he refused to die!"
The clerk works in the machinery workshop and has a natural respect for the Zhenguo government.
Although Han Du didn't mind them coming in, the guys still wouldn't easily step into the gate of the Zhenguo Palace.
In their minds, they thought that with their low status, how could they step into the gate of the Zhenguo Palace? They couldn't afford it if it polluted the gate.
"Let's go." Han Du tugged on his sleeves, waved his hands and walked quickly towards the door.
Uncle Han Wu quickly followed.
As soon as Han Du stepped out of the threshold, he saw a waiter wearing a plain blue cotton shirt, pacing back and forth at the door with his hands folded, very anxiously.
When Han Du saw the waiter, he was pacing with his back to the door.
"What's going on at the machine shop?" Han Du asked softly.
When the waiter heard the sound, he was shocked and turned around quickly. The moment he saw the Duke of Zhenguo, he immediately knelt down and bowed, "The common people pay their respects to the Lord."
"Get up." He walked to the waiter in two steps and waved his hand above his face. "What happened? Are you so anxious to see me?"
The waiter immediately stood up and said quickly, "Master, please go to the workshop to persuade Mr. Sun. He is about to beat the man to death."
Beat someone to death? Who?
Han Du knew that Sun Xian was a very gentle person, like a handsome gentleman. After knowing him for so many years, he had never seen him hit anyone.
Who exactly angered a good old guy like Sun Xian, and how?
Originally, Han Du was a little worried about something happening in the machinery workshop, but now he felt relieved when he heard that it was Sun Xian who hit someone.
Being able to anger such a calm-tempered person like Sun Xian, such a person deserves to die, right?
Seeing that Han Du was motionless, the man became even more anxious and said quickly, "Master, we really can't delay any longer, otherwise someone will be killed."
Seeing that what he said was so serious, Han Du was silent for a second and said, "Let's go and see what's going on."
Machinery workshop.
The clerk led the way, and as soon as he reached the entrance of the research institute, Han Du heard heavy snapping sounds.
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Du's face darkened, and there was a surprised expression on his face. Could it be that Sun Xian, who had always been gentle and gentle, was really hitting someone?
A gentleman speaks but never uses his hands. Sun Xian has always behaved in a strict and self-disciplined manner as a gentleman.
Han Du couldn't help but become curious about who it was and what could make Sun Xian so angry.
As he took a step forward, he saw Sun Xianzheng holding the ruler high and landing it on a kneeling person.
"stop!"
Han Du shouted loudly and trotted over quickly.
When Sun Xian heard Han Du's voice, he immediately turned around and was stunned.
Han Du rushed forward, grabbed Sun Xian's arm, forcibly snatched the ruler from his hand, and said angrily, "What are you doing?"
Not only was Sun Xian not angry, but his face was filled with shame, as if he had no face to see Han Du, and he turned his head to avoid it.
Han Du looked down at the kneeling man and saw blood stains seeping out of his clothes.
He immediately raised his head and yelled at the Sun Xian disciples next to him, "Are you all dead? Don't you know how to stop your teacher?"
Several people were so scolded by Han Du that they could not lift their heads, and they all avoided Han Du's gaze.
They wanted to dissuade him, and they did so. But before they even got close to Sun Xian, one of them was beaten back with a ruler, and now there are still stabbing pains in his arms.
Han Du let out a breath and looked down at the kneeling man. This was also a disciple of Sun Xian, but Han Du couldn't remember his name.
Looking at the blood stains on his clothes, Han Du suddenly turned around and yelled at the waiter, "What are you doing there? Didn't you see that no one was injured here? Why don't you go and call the doctor?"
"Oh! Okay, okay, little one, let's go right now!" The waiter turned around too fast, staggered and almost fell, and ran out to call the doctor.