Chapter 0027 A rich man is a man, but a man without money is in trouble
Huang Yueying knew what Zhuge Liang wanted to say, so she stretched out her hand, took Zhuge Liang's left hand with both hands, and said softly: "I am not wronged."
"No matter what kind of master the boy is behind. But he has already left the mountain gate, and both his parents in the world are dead. If you can see it right, you don't have to worry about getting closer. No matter how big the gate is, I
Believe me, I can say two sentences with this face..."
If you can't give birth to a child, the more you want one. For example, Zhao Guangguan Ji, she has watched them grow up. It's not that she doesn't like the adopted Zhuge Qiao, but the child's temperament is similar to that of her husband and brother.
Being too honest and steady prevents her from expressing her full motherly love. Therefore, finding children who can see her eye-to-eye and putting them next to her as juniors has always been her favorite thing to do.
"Alang, I really feel sorry for you when I meet you." Huang Yueying's eyes were a little moist.
At the gate of Guanfu.
"Zhang Junhou is here, I will report to my lord right now." The servant at the door was saluting a young man in his twenties.
"No need, just tell me where my brother is and I'll find it myself." The young man waved his hands loudly, his voice like thunder.
"The Lord is practicing martial arts in the martial arts hall in the backyard. Would you like me to take the Lord there?"
"No need. I am more familiar with this house than my own, so why should you lead the way? Just go on your own."
After saying that, the young man walked into the house alone.
The servants didn't stop him, just because they had already gotten used to it.
The Guan Mansion and the Zhang Mansion are one. Although both Guan Yu and Zhang Fei have passed away, the two families have not become estranged, but have become closer. This is because now the heads of the two mansions, Guan Xing and Zhang Bao, have become sworn brothers again like their fathers.
It is also known as "Xiaoguanzhang", which is actually a good story.
Zhang Bao walked to the backyard with familiarity, and saw the cold light shining in the martial arts hall, and the whirring sound of chopping knives. Although this man was practicing martial arts, he had developed a chilling aura on the battlefield.
Perhaps because he saw the guest coming, the host quickly stopped his moves, exhaled a long breath, put the long knife away, and faced Zhang Bao.
"Brother's martial arts are getting better and better." Zhang Bao applauded.
"Brothers and you, please stop being so polite. We are just having nothing to do and warming up."
Guan Xing was about the same age as Zhang Bao. Influenced by his father, he grew a beard at a young age.
"Otherwise." Zhang Bao glanced at the long sword that resembled the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, "I'm afraid the weight of this sword is almost the same as that of my uncle's sword. My brother never danced so easily before."
"If you don't avenge your family, you are not a son of man. I use this knife to remind myself not to forget the hatred between my father and my brother." Guan Xing said with emotion, "My brother came here this time, but I don't know what happened? And
Let’s go back to the living room to talk first.”
After the servants served the soup, Zhang Bao took a sip and asked with slight surprise: "When did the drinks at my brother's house be changed to tea soup?"
"But I just changed it yesterday. The medical workers once said that the Sichuan area is hot and humid. Drinking more tea can drive away the cold and remove the dampness. But this tea was originally difficult to find. After the chaos in Nanzhong, it became even rarer. Even if you have money,
, and you may not be able to buy it. Yesterday, the servants of the mansion happened to meet someone coming from the south, so they bought some."
Zhang Bao thought thoughtfully: "Even in the past, before the chaos in Nanzhong, it was not possible to drink tea every day."
Guan Xing laughed loudly: "That's it. There is so much luxury and wealth in Sichuan, but it has nothing to do with us. This Marquis Mansion sounds nice and is envied by others, but actually...hehe!" He sneered twice and stopped talking.
"We, the new rich, have an unstable foundation, and we are not like the aristocratic families in Shuzhong who have accumulated wealth for a long time, so we can only do this. However, Zhao Erlang came to see me two days ago and said that he wanted to give me and other big ones a gift.
I’m making progress, but I wonder if my brother has heard about it?”
"I knew you would come today for this matter. Zhao Erlang also came to the house that day, how could I not know?" Guan Xing took a sip of the tea soup and said calmly, "What else can we do about this matter? Prime Minister
Reconciliation with Wu Gou is inevitable. As juniors, is it possible for us to jump out and oppose it? Isn’t this a joke? It is helpless to not avenge the father and brother for the time being. I didn’t expect it.
Someone is offering benefits for nothing, so why should we refuse?"
"I just can't swallow this breath."
"This breath is meant to be swallowed, even if there is no benefit, it must be swallowed. After all, you have a queen in your house, but if I don't tell you, you know that my house has become more and more in decline in the past few years.
Winning over the old men of his father and brother, managing relationships, exchanging favors, and maintaining the splendor of the Marquis's mansion, none of which require money?" Guan Xing ordered the tea soup on the table and said in a serious tone, "Even this tea soup is for you.
I will take it out only if it is ready, otherwise, if I want to drink it on weekdays, I will have to think twice about not giving it up."
Zhang Bao heard this and smiled slightly, "Brother, that's what I said. When Erlang came to my house the day before yesterday, he said a lot. At that time, he mentioned that it is difficult for a rich man to be a man without money. Although I don't know where he heard it.
This slang comes from me, but the words are rough and the reasoning is not rough. Even the Zhao family and people like Uncle Zhao are more prosperous than me on the outside, but I am afraid that they may not be much better than me on the inside."
"So, you have also decided to talk to Na Feng's family?"
"Isn't this the purpose of coming here to ask my brother for advice? I will advance and retreat with him."
The four families acted quickly. Within a few days, Feng Yong got the news from Zhao Guang that all four families agreed to buy the Feng family's secret technique of raising chickens. Then each of the four families sent a steward to bring a thousand guan to the Shangfu at the same time.
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Originally, Feng Yong wanted to entertain the guests in person, but Butler Zhao reminded him that those who came to learn the art of wishing the rooster and weng were in charge. If the master came to entertain the guests in person, he would consider himself inferior to the other four families.
, this move is deeply inappropriate.
Feng Yong suddenly realized that this was not exactly the same as the principle of diplomatic reciprocity in later generations. He felt at ease and asked his butler to entertain him.
Unexpectedly, before Feng Yong could turn around, a loud voice sounded in front of him.
"Where is your master? We came here to learn your secret skills. If your master doesn't come out to teach you, how can we learn them?"
"Don't worry, everyone. Although the art of wishing chickens is a secret in the house, it is not only known to the master. There are servants who specialize in raising chickens in the house. As long as you live in the house with peace of mind, someone will naturally teach you in the past two days."
This is the butler's voice.
"That's not possible. If you want to learn, you have to learn from the master of the Feng family. What's the point of learning from a servant? Who knows if you can learn everything? If something goes wrong when you go back, who will be responsible?" The loud voice became louder and louder.
Already.
Feng Yong, who originally wanted to turn around and go back to the inner courtyard, heard this and thought to himself, who is this? These days, are there really people who eat jujubes for free because they think the seeds are too big?
He turned back and walked out of the courtyard. Among the four people who came, he saw a big man with his head raised and his chest filled with arrogance. One person folded his arms and watched with a sneer, one stared at his nose with an indifferent expression, and another one had a worried look on his face.
He stopped talking.
"Are you from the Guan family?" Feng Yong walked up to them and asked the arrogant middle-aged manager-looking man.
"Exactly."
Feng Yong smiled softly, "I think back when Guan Junhou went out to control Jingzhou, resisted Soochow, resisted Cao Wei, flooded seven armies, captured him, killed Pang De, shocked China, and forced Cao Cao to almost move the capital. What a hero?"
As soon as these words came out, not only did the Guan family steward's expression change, but even the steward who had been looking at him indifferently looked over in surprise.
The word Jingzhou is a taboo for the Guan family. In the Shu-Han land, few people dare to mention the word Jingzhou in front of the Guan family. Unexpectedly, this young man would be bold enough to do this.
These were originally words of boast, but they were extremely harsh to the ears of the Guan family. The steward of the Guan family immediately turned red, his eyes were about to burst, and he was about to pounce on him.
"It's a pity that he died and lost his land later. Do you know why?"
"Fuck you, mother..." The Guan family steward roared on the spot and rushed over.