"Mother said it's time for us to be enlightened and is going to enroll us in Chinese language classes."
"But I don't like studying literature. I want to sign up for the martial arts class. When I grow up, like my second uncle, I can ride a big horse, hold a big sword, and become a general respected by thousands of people. Can you please advise my mother?"
Zhang Heng walked in front.
Two little guys, one on the left and one on the right.
As he walked, Zhu Chao looked at him eagerly, because he knew very well that his fourth uncle had great abilities, and as long as his fourth uncle spoke, his mother would not object.
"Learn martial arts!"
Zhang Heng looked back.
Compared with studying literature, I hold the back of a book and shake my head every day, memorizing by rote.
Obviously riding a hip knife, hahahaha, is more popular among children, not for anything else but for fun.
Just study literature or martial arts.
Don't base it on your child's preferences. He is still young and not sensible.
But adults have to understand.
"Literature talks about understanding."
"Wu Zhonggengu."
Zhang Heng thought for a while: "Like my second uncle, you two have no talent for martial arts. In terms of development, the only way to develop is to study literature, become a scholar, pass the examination, get a Jinshi, enter the Hanlin, and become a great Confucian."
Finished.
Zhang Heng asked Zhu Chao again: "Do you want to study literature, get a name on the gold medal, and become a high official in the future, or do you want to be a third-rate warrior, lead horses and carts, and be a pawn when you grow up?"
"Waiter?"
Zhu Chao was stunned.
Other people's children may not know what a tripper is.
But he knows.
His family owns a restaurant, and now, more than half of the dozen or so restaurants in the town are owned by his family.
He has seen those thieves before.
Wearing shabby clothes and holding a knife, the employer invited the people from the escort agency to dinner. Even the escorts could not serve the table. The person who served the table was not the head escort, but at least an escort.
When I think about myself, I will become a dirty and poor tramp.
Zhu Chao retreated a bit.
"Temple Blessings"
While talking.
On the other hand, walk towards Beihou Mansion.
Go to the door.
Standing outside were eight tall and powerful bull demon guards with horns on their heads.
Seeing Zhang Heng coming back, the leader of the Niu Yao captain smiled happily, nodded and leaned forward: "Master Zhu Zhu, I want to discuss something with you. Do you think I can ask for leave and go home?"
"go home?"
Zhang Heng was a little surprised.
"There are two younger brothers at home." Captain Niu Yao said with a simple and honest face: "I am thinking of going back and bringing them with me so that we can work for the temple Zhu Ye together."
heard this statement.
A smile appeared on Zhang Heng's face, and he said happily: "You are so awesome, you have such a sweet mouth."
These bull demons guarding the Hou Mansion all come from the Barbarian Bull tribe in the Hushan area.
On weekdays, he works in the Hou Mansion.
Take care of food and housing, and receive a monthly salary.
At the end of the month, there was a big demon to give guidance on their practice, and all kinds of benefits were good.
"Seeing that you are so sensible, I will give you three days off."
Zhang Heng thought for a moment and then added: "In addition, tell the accountant that it was me who said it, and ask the accountant to give you five pieces of cotton cloth and two hundred taels of silver. Take the cloth back and make two pieces for your nephew in the clan.
Just give me some clothes and some silver, and exchange them for some wine and meat in a nearby village, and let the people of the tribe see that you are not wronged by following me."
Barbarian tribe.
It is a large ethnic group in the Hushan area, with more than 3,000 bull demons.
However, although there are many people, they are honest and responsible, and their lives are relatively simple.
On weekdays.
Whenever farming is busy, these bull demons will go down the mountain to help people plow their fields, earn some money, and subsidize their families.
Some people who are fond of drinking and don't have any money left on hand will write down their accounts and go back to the cargo depot to pick up large packages and do hard work. They have never missed the accounts and are not evil people.
Zhang Heng felt the simplicity of these bull demons.
I selected more than a hundred people as guards, who stood guard every day and kept vigil at night. They stood at the door with their heads and horns hanging, which looked more impressive.
"Fourth Uncle"
Come in through the door.
Zhu Mu looked puzzled: "These gatekeeper bull demons are each about two feet tall, and they look powerful, but why are they so afraid of you?"
From the little guy's point of view, Zhang Heng could not even reach his chest when standing in front of these bull demons.
A pair of arms, even thicker than an ordinary person's waist, the contrast is too great.
"The dog at home bites people when it sees people, why doesn't it bite you?"
"You raise it."
Although Zhang Heng has never shown his cultivation in front of these bull demons.
Whether it's a cute person or a monster.
They all have a hierarchical concept.
Once the relationship between superior and inferior is distinguished, it is command and obedience.
otherwise.
How could Director Guo, who was 1.45 meters tall, invade a strong man who was 1.8 meters tall?
He's just a little bean, he can be beaten to death if caught.
But they have this ability, they are all big men, and they don’t want anyone under 1.8 meters tall, and they like to be strong.
"Temple Blessing Lord."
Walked all the way.
The gardeners, maids, and mothers-in-law in the Hou Mansion saluted Zhang Heng one after another.
Some of them are demons.
But because Zhang Heng is a human being, a multi-purpose human being like a maid, and of course a cook, a toad came here earlier and said he wanted to apply for a job as a chef.
Before even entering the door, a group of bull demons beat him out with sticks. Because he was so ugly, he vomited three of them on the spot, and five more didn't want to eat for three days.
"Where's Mengmeng?"
Zhang Heng came to the dormitory, but did not see Hu Mengmeng.
"If I go back to the temple to wish my master good wishes, the little tiger will go to the back garden to swat the butterflies."
A maid answered from the side.
Zhang Heng looked helpless.
Ten years is a long time for humans.
But it is very short-lived for the mythical beast.
It takes a tiger cub about a thousand years to reach adulthood. To her, ten years is only equivalent to three months for a human.
So what was Meng Meng like ten years ago?
It's still like that now.
He has grown a bit, but not significantly. Calculated in human years, he still looks like eight or nine years old.
"Aunt, little aunt"
In the garden.
Birds singing and flowers fragrant.
The little tiger is jumping happily, chasing the butterfly.
Both sides.
Tang Jian, who was serving as a tutor in the Marquis Mansion, stood under the tree with no love in his life.
The six maids looked at each other, covering their faces with small round fans, and smiled secretly. It was hard to tell whether they were here to take care of the tiger cubs or to watch an animal show.
"Ah, little nephew!"
Hear the call.
The little tiger turned around and couldn't help but stare.
The next second.
Accompanied by a puff of white smoke.
The little tiger turned into the form of a little girl, coughed twice in a mature manner, and rolled his eyes at Zhang Heng: "Zhang Heng, why didn't you let someone inform me, causing me to make a fool of myself in front of my little nephew?"
Although in comparison.
The little girl transformed into a cute tiger is almost like Zhu Chao and Zhu Mu.
But after all, she was with Zhang Hengjiu, assuming the identity of an elder, and kept a straight face in front of the two children, pretending to be dignified.
"little aunt"
Two primary schools.
Zhu Mu and Hu Mengmeng have the best relationship.
Because Zhu Mu is a girl, and Hu Mengmeng always has a lot of beautiful new clothes, and she likes to dress Zhu Mu up on a whim.
certainly.
Hu Mengmeng said it herself that her aunt dotes on her niece.
In Zhang Heng's opinion, it is more like the joy of playing with dolls.
An eyebrow pencil, a few boxes of gouache, and a dozen pieces of clothing.
Hu Mengmeng can play with Zhu Mu for a whole day. You draw for me and I draw for you. Some things are indeed natural, such as dressing up.
"Auntie is here."
Hu Meng Meng is just like adults.
Pinch Zhu Mu's ears.
Then he got a little excited and whispered: "I have people build a beach castle. It is three stories high and is made of sand. Can I take you to play?"
"good."
The two children nodded and soon followed Hu Mengmeng away.
Watching the backs of the three little ones.
Zhang Heng also had mixed feelings: "Mengmeng regards me as her elder brother, but let me tell you, she will not grow up even if she has been in March for ten years. In another ten years, I will be her father."
aside.
Tang Jian was a little envious of such a relationship and whispered: "Whether it's brother or father, it was her fate that Mengmeng met you. Otherwise, he would have been betrayed long ago by holding the title of Marquis of the North for nothing."
Zhang Heng nodded.
In fact, when he went up the mountain that day, he planned to capture the old tiger and let him be used as an ox or horse like the Tang Jian now.
Unfortunately.
Plans cannot keep up with changes.
The old tiger went to Beihai, and only Hu Mengmeng was at home.
Zhang Heng liked the little tiger very much when he saw it. After all, no macho man could refuse a little white tiger with soft fur and the size of a pillow.
Just saying that.
If it were not for him, with Mengmeng's character, he would not be bullied to death by guarding the Zhibeihou Mansion.
No matter how prosperous the Hou Mansion is now.
Secretly, Tang Jian didn't know how many times he took action and cut off many peeps.
Those people didn't just come to have a look.
They want to eat humans, no, they want to eat tigers.
"Temple Blessing Lord."
Zhang Heng said nothing.
Tang Jian whispered on the side: "The old lady Shushan reported back that the Hushan Army has been initially organized and has six thousand demon soldiers under his command. Among them, the old lady Shushan and the brothers Xiongshan are both in the realm of demons and immortals. The army will fight
The strength has just begun."
Zhang Heng nodded slightly.
People without thought, he must worry about.
The world is not peaceful right now, and careerists are springing up like mushrooms after a rain.
And the Hushan Region is a treasure trove, with a rich output of medicinal materials and ores. It is always a shame not to have an army that is good at fighting.
That's why Zhang Heng asked the old lady of Shushan to form the Hushan Army.
The purpose is not to be too passive when the world changes.
"Master Zhu Zhu, I have something I don't know whether to say or not."
Just a reminder.
Tang Jian was still wondering: "Are you giving Mrs. Shu too much power? She is currently the commander-in-chief of the Hushan Army, and each of her eight daughters-in-law is a captain. Although there are brothers Xiongshan who serve as vanguards on the left and right, but
They are also unable to fight alone, this demon army is paid and raised by the Marquis Mansion."
Said.
Tang Jian lowered his voice: "You can't be named Shu."
Zhang Heng looked up expressionlessly.
Looking at Tang Jian who was hesitant to speak, he said softly: "Do you want me to send you to be the supervisor?"
"That's best."
Tang Jian responded subconsciously.
"Um?"
Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows.
"Don't dare, don't dare."
Tang Jian understood what was happening, and quickly shied away: "I just mentioned it, to be on guard against others."
Zhang Heng shook his head slightly.
Everyone has their own demands, and everyone has their own calculations.
Ten years have passed.
Zhang Heng's strength has recovered a lot, and he can enjoy the shade under the big tree. Relying on the elixir he refined, many demons who have taken refuge have come in.
For example, Tang Jian.
He is now a great demon in the earthly fairyland.
The old lady Shushan and the two brothers Xiongshan also made great progress and achieved the status of demon immortal.
People.
Monster.
The principles are the same.
Running around all day just to be hungry, I have to eat and think about clothes.
I put the silk on my body and raised my head but thought the house was too low.
After Tang Jian entered the fairyland, he had a lot more thoughts.
Zhang Heng actually understands him.
He wanted to seek revenge from the King of Punishment, and it would be best to annihilate the army of prisoners in the hands of the King of Punishment.
It's just not time yet.
And Zhang Heng hopes he understands.
In Hushan Domain, there is only one person who calls the shots, and that is him, the Temple Master.
Whether you are a human being or a demon,
The most important thing is duty.
Phew!
Zhang Heng was about to type a few sentences on the Tang bamboo slips.
There was an eagle cry in the sky.
Look up.
This flying eagle is all silver-grey and has an anklet on its foot.
Met Zhang Heng.
It wandered twice in mid-air, then swooped down and landed on a treetop not far away.
"Faith Eagle?"
Zhang Heng looked at the anklet on Feiying's foot and was somewhat surprised.
Because he can't go out from the front door, and he can't step forward from the second door.
I really can't think of anyone who would write to him.
"Temple Blessing Lord."
Tang Jian stepped forward and grabbed Xinying, took off the anklet, and handed it to Zhang Heng respectfully.
Zhang Heng opened it and took a look.
Enter the eyes.
The letter begins with a poem.
"That day I said goodbye to you, but now it's drizzling again."
"I don't know the years of cold and heat, but I have returned eastward after ten years."
Look again.
Below the poem is a sentence: "My brother Zhang Heng personally opens the door."