It’s really snowing outside, just in line with the poem Xiao Han just “composed”, it’s snowing late in the day!
Sitting on the carriage going home, Xiao Han opened the curtain, and the snowflakes outside swirled into the carriage.
Stretching out his hand, he caught two pieces and watched them melt quickly in his palms. Xiao Han's face was expressionless and he didn't know what he was thinking at this time.
"Master Hou, we're home."
The carriage stopped at some point, and then Xiaodong's soft cry completely woke Xiao Han up.
"Well, are you home?" Xiao Han suddenly raised his head, shook his wet hands, stepped out of the carriage, and then looked back at the place where he walked.
At this time, the road was covered with a thin layer of snowflakes, which looked like a mottled white blanket, extending along the stone-paved road into the darkness.
"Xiaodong?"
"I am here!"
"you go……"
Looking at the white snow blanket marked with horseshoes and ruts, Xiao Han stamped his feet habitually, wanting to tell Xiaodong to invite Yin Can.
But before the words came out, he sighed again and did not continue.
In today's world, if aristocratic families are unreliable, does the Mohist family have to be reliable?
Xiao Han, who was disgusted by the aristocratic family's expressions, was no longer willing to believe in these organizations that had been accumulated for thousands of years.
Thousands of years of history are too long! There are too many strategies, too many tactics of war, too many black boxes, too many inside stories, too greedy words, too complex visions, and too risky predictions. Therefore, everything is "over-conceived"
Even though Xiao Han now knows that Yin Can is already tied to him.
But at the same time, he also knew: Yin Can is just Yin Can! He can represent the Mohist family, but he cannot represent the Mohist family.
This may be a bit convoluted, but to put it simply: Yin Can is just one of the great men of the Mohist family in the past.
Whether he controlled this behemoth or whether this behemoth pushed him to the forefront is really difficult to discern.
"It's better to rely on the sky and the earth to dress and eat by yourself! Alas, my poor leisure days have come to an end again! This time, I still have to go in person..." Xiao Han sighed quietly, stepping on the crunching thin snow,
He turned around and walked into the door of the mansion with the concierge waiting attentively.
Behind him, Xiaodong touched Luo Xue's head, and his original expression of doubt gradually turned into a joyful expression.
He didn't know what Xiao Han was worried about, but he heard that Xiao Han was going out!
Since Xiao Han is going out, wouldn't he necessarily take him with him?
Staying at home these days has almost made my hair grow. Now, I can finally go out for some fun!
Thinking of this, Xiaodong couldn't help but change from joy to laughter.
The night owl-like laughter echoed in the deserted street, startling the horse, snorting and pushing the cart back a few steps.
Xiaodong, who was standing in front of the horse, was caught off guard and was sprayed all over his face by the horse, with a few drops spraying directly into his mouth.
He was so disgusted that he held his stomach and vomited on the ground several times. When his mouth was dry, he straightened up and said angrily: "Oh! Damn horse! How dare you spit on my face!"
How could the horse understand what he said, so it just stared at him with a pair of innocent eyes.
"Haha, I heard the Marquis talk about playing the piano with a cow before, but today I actually saw someone arguing with a horse. It's rare, rare!"
The concierge who diligently escorted Xiao Han into the house came back at some point. Standing on the steps, he smiled from ear to ear when he saw Xiaodong teaching the draft horse.
Xiaodong was so angry at the horse that he had no place to vent his anger. At this moment, he was squeezed by the concierge who was watching the excitement with his hands folded. He couldn't help but get even more angry. He pointed at him and said angrily: "What are you doing? Stand there like a stake.
Why don't you come out quickly and take the horse back to the stable!"
The concierge was also an old man from the Xiao Mansion. Seeing Xiaodong's angry look, he was not anxious. Instead, he leaned against the door frame and smiled proudly: "Oh, what a coincidence. I am the only concierge today, and Lao Liu has asked for leave! I have to be here.
Keep a good watch on the door here, and when it comes to leading the horses, it’s better for you to do it yourself.”
After that, the concierge ignored Xiaodong's angry expression, held his head high, and returned to his small room.
Although this person is just a small concierge, in the old days, the concierge, book boy, and groom were all the confidants of the master, otherwise there would be no talk of a seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister.
Therefore, although Xiaodong is the most popular person in front of Xiao Han, he is still the kind that is redder than a cooked crab, but he really can't boss him around at this time.
There is no way, if others don't care, then you have to hold the reins yourself.
Holding the horse in despair, Xiaodong entered the house through the corner door on one side.
Of course, after he led the horse into the house, nothing could help him close the wide open corner door.
"Hey, little bastard! Haven't you heard of the rule about closing doors?"
Not far into the front yard, the concierge's angry curses came from behind.
Xiaodong smiled when he heard this, jumped onto the carriage, flicked his braid, and the carriage began to trot along the spacious road in the mansion.
"Haha, it's not your business to lead the horse, but it's my business to close the door? I don't care, hahaha..." The cheerful laughter came from the carriage, which was particularly clear in the night.
A person's life in this world always needs some small fluctuations to regulate it, otherwise it will always be like a pool of stagnant water. Peace is calm, but it also loses the joy of life.
When Xiao Han returned home, he told Xue Pan his plan.
And although Xue Pan was reluctant to leave him so soon, he was about to leave home again.
But she also knew that a man couldn't always hang around the house, especially a man with Xiao Han's status, and it was even less possible for him to be at home guarding her and her daughter all day long.
"When you go out this time, you must remember to put your own safety first! If a gentleman does not stand behind a wall, no matter what happens, it is not as important as himself."
In the bedroom, Xiao Han was eating the dinner brought by the kitchen while listening to Xue Pan nagging in her ear. There was no impatience, only a touch of warmth.
"And since you are going shopping, the accountant should also take it with you. Well, Ziyi is very good at these things. Ask her to go with you, maybe she can help you."
"By the way, Jiayi and the others must also be brought along! If you are not used to using maids, just let Xiaodong and Lengzi take care of you."
"Okay, I'm not a three-year-old child, I know how to take care of myself!"
After drinking the last bit of gruel in the bowl, Xiao Han put down the bowl and pulled Xue Pan into his arms with a smile: "This time it is better to be sooner rather than later. If the weather is good tomorrow, we will set off tomorrow. You must take good care of yourself at home.
Myself and my children.”
Xue Pan sat in Xiao Han's arms. Although the two had been an old couple for a long time, their pretty faces were still blushing.
"Be careful not to let the children see..." Xue Pan lowered his head and whispered.
Xiao Han chuckled, and without wiping his hands after eating, he stretched his hands along Xue Pan's clothes: "She has gone to bed long ago! If she goes out this time, she won't be able to come back for a while, so let her husband take care of her first.
Some interest..."
"No, no..."
"Jie Jie, you should obey me..."
Picking up Xue Pan, Xiao Han walked towards the bed with a sly smile, but soon, a baby's cry resounded through the sky.
