Volume 6 [The tiger is strong even when it goes to sea] NO.72 Loyalty
The houses were crowded together, and the houses around Jinghu Lake were connected. At least for a while, when this place was most glorious, there were a total of 800 rooms. Later, with the war and the passage of time, it gradually collapsed and disappeared.
Nowadays, it has been renovated and restored to its original glory.
It's just that this house and the big courtyard of our family are the residence of our master. The other houses around Jinghu Lake were built by the descendants of other families.
My husband also has to farm, herd cattle, raise fish and ducks. All he has is just a few hundred acres of paddy and dry land.
It's just that no matter what era it is, the Zhang family always stands on the side of the interests of the majority of people and upholds loyalty, bravery and benevolence, so it has not disappeared in the waves of history.
The women standing around are very nice. Looking past, there are only dozens of them. Unlike a group of men swarming there, the status of women is much lower.
Even for meals, women are not allowed to eat in the main hall. The side hall is where they should stay.
Only an unruly strongman like Zhang Degong would break all kinds of rules that he found uncomfortable and do everything according to his comfort.
The concubine in the 18th room "opened the door to the 18th room, but it was difficult for him to do it."
The children around me didn't dare to express their anger.
There are red lanterns hanging on the walls, and the surrounding walls are painted bright and refreshing. There are countless people who come to help. From a cursory look, it is probably not an exaggeration to say that the first two thousand people are busy recommending people there.
In a few days, on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, there will be a trip, and those people dressed as military commanders and civil servants will form a long procession, which is quite spectacular.
The tiger-headed nine-section staff in Zhang Degong's hand was clenched tightly in his hand. His descendants were standing in rows outside. His descendants, descendants, concubines, and concubines were all respectful. His eyes were a little cloudy, but they were not dim. The people around him were all respectful.
No one can tell what he is thinking.
A large number of people came outside, and then someone asked in a low voice: "Who is the third grandpa?"
"The leader is...the two people next to him are so tall and majestic, I don't know who they are."
"Then the one on the left is so majestic.
Zhang Bi is wearing a black Sun Yat-sen student uniform. His head is bare, he walks with a tiger-like pace, his eyes are not squinting, his arms swing naturally, he is strong and strong, and on his feet is a pair of large black leather shoes, the shoelaces are tied perfectly, and the uppers are
Shiny, with a little water stain.
When he got here, Zhang Ben looked around. Everything here was so strange. It was covered with white snow. The snowflakes on the roof were supported by the corrugations all the way. It was a beautiful sight.
Xia Zhen followed behind, and then she realized that she was actually not that courageous. There were so many people, and everyone was looking at her. No matter how thick-skinned she was, she would not dare to be stared at in a place like this.
It doesn't matter to Zhang Bi and Zhang Xiaoqi, they are both people who have been through life and death. Standing there, they have the aura of a military commander. They are like Yun Changyide and have extraordinary aura in the Three Kingdoms.
There was an old man in front, guarding the threshold, and stepped out. This man Zhang Xiaoqi had seen before. He was Zhang Sanxian's biological second brother, Zhang Yongxian.
He has also retired from the provincial ministry for many years, but he has a wide network of contacts here and has many disciples, so he does things easily and neatly.
Compared with Zhang Sanxian, who is stubborn and never asks for help, Zhang Yongxian has the sophistication and tact of a literary man.
After passing NetEase's discount and letting the old man choose again, I'm afraid he will still be fighting forward fiercely and fearlessly. He is the Three Flying Tigers of North China and the majestic Zhang Sanxian.
"Third brother, I'm back. Zhang Yongxian said hello with a smile.
Zhang Sanxian glanced at him, cupped his hands, and did not answer. Zhang Yongxian felt bored and had to stand aside. The boy who came to the Zhang family compound that day muttered in a low voice: "What a big air."
Snapped!
Zhang Yongxian slapped the boy in the face with his backhand: "Go to hell!"
A middle-aged man next to him quickly pulled the kid away. Zhang Sanxian sneered: "Again, Liu Bei throws the child, and it's not as realistic as yours."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Changchang was shocked. This third grandpa had such a bad temper.
There were several old ladies standing in front, starting from the twelfth concubine down to the eighteenth concubine, none of them were older than Zhang Sanxian.
That eighteenth aunt, Zhang Sanxian, was more than ten years older than her.
When he left Yangzhou City, Zhang Degong asked her to be his concubine.
"Third Young Master, my aunt Shiba nodded and said with a smile.
Zhang Sanxian cupped his hands and bowed: "Hello, aunt.
Zhang Xiaoqi and Zhang Ben also bowed ninety degrees, very respectfully.
The juniors all followed suit, while the elder brothers cupped their hands and shouted: "Hello, concubine."
When it comes to dealing with people, don't look at the eighteenth concubine who is older than them. But she was very smart and could do anything. When she was fifteen years old, she took over the Zhang Degong family's account book and became the Zhang family's mansion.
The wife's housekeeper, monthly profit, share, pocket money, and income were all calculated neatly. When the time came for liberation, she would still have an army with countless rice noodles and many silver dollars.
Moreover, the old man was still unable to join the ranks of big landowners, so in the end he just gave it to a middle peasant because he was a good friend from all over the world and had many favors.
According to the rules of the older generation, except for the eldest wife of the wife, the other aunts and wives who have given birth to sons and daughters cannot call them mother, but must call the eldest grandmother mother. When they meet their daughters and sons, they must also call them young master.
Miss, let alone a third young master like Zhang Sanxian who is a direct relative.
It's just that Zhang Degong never paid attention to this. He was not from a wealthy family. So he was very particular. There was no way to change it except calling him young master. Those sons who were raised by themselves lived very well with their biological mothers, so they were considered
The old man's shabbiness has gone against his will.
There were many people standing on both sides of the door, most of them well-dressed, which was completely different from Zhang Sanxian who randomly picked up a relatively clean set of clothes.
The boy who had been slapped looked at him angrily. Zhang Bi glanced over and looked at him coldly, thinking to himself: This boy really deserves a beating.
Over there, Zhang Yongxian saw Zhang Ben turning to look at them, his eyes were cold, and they were all startled. They all knew that there was a little tiger in the Zhang family compound, Zhang Sanxian's precious little grandson, who had a very good bone.
, is a first-class martial arts wizard.
Unexpectedly, when this kid looked at people with his cold eyes, it was impossible to connect him with a young man who was only nineteen years old.
The middle-aged men behind Zhang Yongxian instinctively blocked the boy when they saw Zhang Ben.
Zhang Qi saw it and turned his head away with contempt in his eyes.
Zhang Yongxian is also extremely embarrassed. Compared with Zhang Sanxian's grandson, his descendants just now were really embarrassed and humiliated.
Looking at Zhang Xiaoqi again, I also knew that he was serving in the border defense and was a first-rate warrior. He wore a black long-sleeved shirt and a black suit on the outside. He had no tie and wore leather gloves on his hands. He was over 1.9 meters tall.
He is tall, with a short head, handsome and decent, with bright eyes and starry eyes. Standing on Zhang Sanxian's left hand side, he really looks like Zhao Zilong.
These two grandsons are also enviable, and they secretly lament that the third young master's fortune is really unstoppable.
The Zhang family has been growing for many years, and it is not an exaggeration to say that there are many people talking. What's more, there are family friends from all over the world who wish to pay New Year's greetings. Some of them are juniors who received Zhang De's kindness back then. Standing on the other side, they looked at this person in surprise.
Group of people.
The group of people who came here did not look like they were either rich or noble at all. They were all as poor as old farmers. The only ones who could see through it were Zhang Mingtang and Jiang Luzhu. One was handsome and elegant, and the other was very noble.
His graceful appearance and appearance make him an eye-catching figure.
The rest of Zhang Juncai, Zhang Yisheng, and Zhang Bingsheng can be seen at a glance. They are serious mud-legged people with thick joints and old bark-like palms. They are wearing ordinary clean clothes and are bare.
Head, looking around are smiling, which makes many people who come feel a sense of superiority.
"Third Young Master, you don't want to introduce anyone to your family?" Aunt Eighteen looked at him with a smile. She was only eleven years old when this Third Young Master left Yangzhou. She just thought how could there be such a rebellious person in this world?
Rebellious son? Only later, when the Japanese came, did she realize that people like this were the heroes of troubled times, heroes of one place.
Zhang Degong was sitting in the main hall, frowning, and asked a child next to him: "What's going on? Why isn't anyone here yet?"
"Oh, it's the eighteenth aunt who is there to welcome the third grandpa."
Perhaps the old man was a little tired from standing, so he sat on a chair, glanced around, then closed his eyes and sighed.
With his hands resting on the nine-jointed branches of the tiger's head, he looks strong and strong. He is more than a hundred years old, but he is still very strong. This is because he has a good way of maintaining his health.
Zhang's breathing technique is quite powerful.
Zhang Sanxian clasped his fists and bowed again, introducing each one: "This is my eldest son, Zhang Mingtang. Mingtang, come here and say hello to my aunt."
"Hello, the eighteenth aunt." Zhang Mingtang bowed and smiled, greeting the eighteenth aunt.
The Eighteenth Aunt Tai touched his face with a smile: "You are decent and talented. I have heard people mention you. I heard that you are a drinker of foreign ink and you are still working in Citigroup. You are also bringing glory to others. You have face and you have
ability.".
Zhang Mingtang was stunned for a moment and thought to himself that this aunt was really kind-hearted and even knew everything about him.
Zhang Sanxian nodded and said: "This is my eldest grandson, Zhang Xiaoqi. Xiaoqi, come here."
"Hello, grandma."
Zhang Xiao, a knight with an eye on the sword, looked upright and bowed in salute.
"This is my little grandson, Zhang Bi."
Zhang Bi bowed, stood up, and said calmly: "Hello, Grandma."
People around were whispering: "This is Grandpa San's grandson? Why do you look so arrogant?"
"Hey, I don't know if I will be like this when I meet the old man."
There was a lot of discussion around, but Zhang Sanxian didn't say anything, and Zhang Bi didn't take it seriously. His etiquette was already up to standard. If he wanted to give a big gift, that was not possible. These old family members had no feelings. He couldn't do a big gift yet.
The eighteenth aunt held Zhang Bi's hand and said happily: "You are the little tiger of the Zhang family. I have always heard about you and said that you are a martial arts prodigy. I guess you are a first-class master in these peaceful years.
Although the martial arts training sect is not of great use, it is good to keep fit. Look at you, you look strong and strong, just like your grandpa back in the day."
She looked at Zhang Sanxian again: "Why don't you see Zhang Yaozu?"
Zhang Sanxian was secretly surprised: This eighteenth aunt can be remembered by everyone, and she can still remember her clearly. It is really not easy at this age.
"My father has something to do and can't come for the time being."
Zhang Ben saw that Zhang Sanxian was in trouble, so he said:
This is very unruly behavior, but everyone in the Zhang Family Courtyard is like this. Zhang Yongxian looked at Zhang Sanxian, but he didn't even mean to be angry.
Zhang Bi cupped his hands and said, "The only one who came together this time is my mother."
Feng Qinghua was behind and smiled, her son is really good."
When Zhang Yongxian's grandson saw this, he muttered angrily: "I don't have an adult to interrupt."
Zhang Bi's ear was amazing. After hearing this, he sneered and said: "My father is not here and I am the man in charge. Why can't I speak?"
The boy was shocked when he saw that Zhang Bi could even hear such a small voice. Zhang Yongxian was so angry that he wished he could beat his grandson to death.
The aunts and wives all widened their eyes and were secretly shocked: This third young master’s grandson is so powerful.
In fact, when Zhang Ben spoke over there, his cold aura was really terrifying. Zhang Xiaoqi also felt that his brother was like a ferocious beast, ready to kill someone at any time.
Zhang Sanxian frowned, glanced at Zhang Bi, who had cold eyes, and thought to himself: Why is this boy so murderous? Aunt Eighteen was also frightened, and smiled awkwardly, saying: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. It's all.
Now that you are the man of the house, you can naturally speak."
She was versatile, spoke softly, and led people inside.
Zhang Juncai and his group of veteran killers all said in their hearts: Xiaohu, the little tiger is really a evil star. Thailand has killed so many people. This murderous aura is too much to bear.
Many people around him looked at him with fear, almost an instinctive reaction.
Zhang Yongxian asked with his hands in his hands: "Third brother, go inside, father is waiting in the hall."
Zhang Sanxian took a deep breath, nodded to Concubine Eighteen, and walked inside.
While walking and talking, Aunt Shiba asked with a smile: "Juncai and the others are following you, but they have been exposed to wind and rain. They have endured a lot of hardships."
Zhang Juncai answered from behind: "My aunt is joking, we are just poor, so we can just give it up."
The old guys were all laughing and relaxed.
However, a voice floated out: "I admire you for being loyal."
With just such a sentence, the footsteps of the Zhang family, ancestors and grandson suddenly stopped.
Seeing this, Zhang Juncai touched Zhang Sanxian and said, "Third brother, forget it, don't be too troublesome."
But he saw Zhang Sanxian standing there, just in front of the threshold, and said in a cold voice: "Who farted on the Internet? Come out and admit your mistake."
The entire atmosphere was stagnant, and the air seemed to solidify.
Zhang Laosan suddenly turned around with an angry look on his face: "Loyal? Give your mother's bitch the stinky shit!"