Butler Zhao was wandering around when he saw a banker running over and said that a large group of people was coming towards Zhuangzi.
"Oh, is this here?"
The housekeeper beamed with joy and hurried to the intersection of Zhuangzi.
"Uncle Zhao, I'm here." From a distance, Zhao Guang saw someone at Zhuangzi Entrance looking over with his hands on an awning. He laughed and rushed over to shout.
"Oh, it's Mr. Zhao."
As the housekeeper spoke, he looked back and did not see the master's figure. However, when he saw Guan Ji dressed in men's clothing, he quickly stepped forward and saluted, "I have met Mrs. Guan and all the gentlemen."
Although I don't know if Lady Guan will become the mistress of the house in the future, but now she can be half the master of the house, so she can't neglect it.
"Uncle Zhao, there is no need to be polite."
Guan Ji nodded, with a rare smile on her face.
Butler Zhao looked behind him again and found that there was indeed no sign of the master's family, so he asked, "May I ask Madam Guan, where is the master's family now?"
"Uncle Zhao, there's no need to look, my brother is still in Jincheng."
Zhao Guang knew what the housekeeper was looking for, so he explained, "Brother asked me to bring the others here first."
When the housekeeper heard that the master had arrived in Jincheng, he was happy at first, and then looked disappointed, "Why didn't the master come back with Zhao Langjun?"
"I can't come," Zhao Guang said, sniffing and wondering, "What does it smell like?"
"The house is preparing to eat. Alas, Zhao Langjun hasn't said yet, why can't the master come?"
Butler Zhao said anxiously.
"Hey, Uncle Zhao, why are you so anxious? My brother has been ordered by the Prime Minister to come back to report on his duties this time. When he returns to Jincheng, he will naturally go to the city to report to the Prime Minister."
"Oh, that's it." The housekeeper nodded, "My master is working on national affairs and should put national affairs first."
"Ahem," Zhao Guang seemed to be choking on his saliva, "Brother...well, yes, he works hard for state affairs, so Uncle Zhao, don't worry."
"Then I don't know when the master will be able to return to the house, so I can let the old servant make preparations earlier." Butler Zhao asked again.
"This is uncertain, maybe three days, or five days. It depends on when the prime minister can spare time."
"What's taking so long?"
"Soon, Uncle Zhao, you don't know. The imperial court is about to march south. There are many things going on in the Prime Minister's Mansion. Now, let alone my brother, even if the prefect of a county returns to Jincheng, it will take three to five days to see the Prime Minister.
, If he were the county magistrate of that small place, he might even be there on the seventh or eighth day, brother..."
While Zhao Guang was talking, he saw another person running down the official road. It was the old pawn that Feng Yong brought out from Zhuangzi last year.
The old soldier hadn't arrived yet, but he was shouting from a distance, "The master is coming back and has already left Jincheng..."
This shout made Zhao Guang choke again.
Guan Ji, Wang Xun and others all looked sideways at Zhao Guang.
But the housekeeper didn't think so much and showed joy, "So fast?"
After saying this, I remembered what Zhao Guang had just said, and couldn't help but wonder, "Didn't Zhao Langjun just say..."
"Yes, what I mean is that when my brother can return to the village, it depends on how much the Prime Minister values his brother. The more important he is, the sooner he can be received by the Prime Minister."
Cold sweat broke out slightly on Zhao Guang's forehead.
"Isn't it a good thing that my brother is back so soon? It means that he is very popular with the Prime Minister!"
"Yes, that's right."
Butler Zhao received Zhao Guang's good words and nodded repeatedly in agreement.
Regardless of whether what Zhao Guang said is consistent or not, as long as the master comes back, it is a good thing.
"Zhao Langjun brought people into the village first. Food has been prepared in the house. Everyone has worked hard all the way. When we get to the village, we can eat with all our stomachs. The old servant went to prepare it first. If there is anything, just ask Mrs. Guan. Now
Lady Guan can be the head of the house."
Butler Zhao was so happy that he spilled the beans for a moment.
This time, it was Guan Ji's turn to be looked at by everyone.
Guan Ji's face turned red in an extremely rare way. She stared at everyone with her phoenix eyes. When she saw the steward turn around, she quickly called out, "Uncle Zhao, don't panic, there is one more thing."
"I wonder if there is anything else that concerns Madam?"
"I mentioned it a few days ago, saying that my brother brought back a lot of people this time. I wonder if Uncle Zhao has prepared a place to stay. It is rainy in spring, and I don't dare to let people stay outside at night."
As soon as Guan Ji said this, everyone's expressions became even more wonderful. Doesn't this confirm what the butler just said about being the master of the house?
"Don't worry, Mrs. Guan," Butler Zhao said quickly, "How dare I neglect the things Mrs. Guan has told me?"
As he spoke, a sly smile appeared on his face, "In the past year or so, there have been many more people on the farm to help look after the village, and the old servant also allowed them to build some houses on the farm to live in temporarily."
"The master's family is coming back, and they have brought so many people with them, so the old servant has already told their leader that they don't need to worry about the house starting tonight, and they will give up the house by then.
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As soon as these words came out, Zhao Guang's face became extremely weird.
Aren’t the people helping to watch Zhuangzi belong to their family?
Uncle Zhao, is it really okay for you to do this?
Guan Ji pursed her lips, but there was no change on her face. She nodded and said, "Uncle Zhao, you did a good job on this matter."
Zhao Guang looked at Guan Ji again, his expression even more wonderful.
Sister, if you say this, is it really okay?
Butler Zhao added, "After all, they have helped so much. Although the old servant doesn't know how to thank the master behind them, the old servant thought that he would also cook a portion for them for today's meal. Madam Guan, look
how?"
"Okay, Uncle Zhao, you can take care of this matter."
Guan Ji nodded, "How to say thank you is my brother's business. Uncle Zhao, just greet them."
"Okay, the old servant will go and get busy first."
This large group of people entered Zhuangzi, and Zhuangzi suddenly became lively.
Especially the family that originally sent the children to the host’s family. This time the host’s family returned to Jincheng and brought all the children back.
When the dealers received the notice, they all ran out anxiously looking for their children.
When they saw the children running out of the crowd and calling for "Auntie", the eyes of the parents were red.
The one who throws himself into the mother's arms is happy. The mother will wipe her tears while hugging the child tightly, and call the child's nickname.
The one who pounced on Aweng was a bit unfortunate. Men can't express their feelings. Although they are happy to see their children, they always feel that it is embarrassing to be like a woman.
So in order to express his masculinity, men will scold him, "You've grown so big and still look like a girl..."
Then he secretly looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, and then quietly pulled the child and asked, "You have been out for such a long time, how are you eating? Are you dressed warmly? Are you suffering?"
But overall, everyone was happy. Not only did the children who went out this time come back safely, but looking at the clothes they were wearing, if they were left in an ordinary farmer's home, they might not be able to wear them in their lifetime.
The half-grown baby is at the time when his body is growing. We haven’t seen him for more than a year and he has grown a lot taller.
Not to mention the way he behaves and speaks, he is no longer the same as the children left behind in the village. Farmers can't teach such children. They are more like the seeds of learning coming from rich families.
My child...he is going to have a future!
Thinking of this, all parents couldn't help but feel extremely happy.
Day and night for more than a year, there was not a day without worry.
Although the news from the housekeeper is that the children are fine, who can rest assured without seeing it with their own eyes?
Now it seems that all these worries are worth it, or is there anything to be gained by following the master's family and digging for food in the fields?
Yaomei looked at Niu Wa curiously, reached out and touched his clothes, and asked, "Second brother, why are you all wearing the same clothes?"
Niu Wa straightened her chest and said proudly, "This is distributed uniformly in the school. Only those who have entered the school can wear it. Yaomei, look at this material, it is rare! It is not common outside."
Yaomei curled her lips after hearing this, "What's so rare about this? I still have several sets of clothes made of this kind of fabric."
Although Yaomei is young, she is one of the most important people in the village and is in charge of all the chickens and ducks in the village.
Therefore, the woolen cloth that the Lord sent back from Hanzhong will not be short of her share.
In addition to her dexterity, she has already learned to try to make a suit of clothes for herself, but she is not very good at it.
Yaomei pointed at Wei Rong, who was holding Fu Qian and standing alone, "Isn't that a dog? Where is his mother?"
"Now we can't call him Gouzi, we have to call him Wei Langjun! His mother married a general in Hanzhong, and he is now the son of the general's family!"
Niu Wa saw Yaomei and was about to walk over, so he quickly grabbed her and said.
Yaomei hesitated for a moment, remembering some things that Uncle Zhao had said to her, and then said, "Since he is the son of the general's family and a disciple of Mr., it would be rude if no one cares about him.
I am the steward of the house, how can I watch?"
With that said, Yaomei walked over and said, "Wei Langjun, why are you standing here? Come on, I will take you back to the house."
Then he looked at Fu Qian next to Wei Rong and asked, "Who is this young gentleman? Why have I never seen him before?"
"This is your second disciple, named Fu Qian, nicknamed Hu Zi."
Wei Rong said quickly, and then introduced to Fu Qian, "Huzi, this is the lady in charge of the husband's house."
The tiger-headed Fu Qian quickly saluted and said, "I have met Mrs. Yao."
"I'm just a servant, but I can't afford Mr. Fu's courtesy."
Yaomei waved her hand and said, "It's a bit messy here, I'd better take you to my house."
Seeing that his former playmates had become unfamiliar, Wei Rong moved his lips, but could not say anything.
On the other hand, Fu Qian didn't have that much thought, so he thanked him immediately and said, "Thank you, ma'am."
Before Zhuangzi settled everyone down, someone else came to report that the Lord had arrived at the intersection of Zhuangzi.
Butler Zhao immediately put down what he was doing and took Yaomei out to greet him.
The momentum of the arrival this time was far less massive than the first time, but in everyone's eyes, it was much more important than the last time.
"Don't forget what I told you. Now that Amei has been taken over by the master, you have to call her Mrs. Mei from now on. Do you understand?"
Seeing a woman getting out of the car in front of her, the housekeeper looked at Guan Ji who was not far away and said quietly to Yaomei.
"I understand, Father."
Yaomei nodded, thinking at the same time, that Amei is so dark and ugly, how could the Lord fall in love with her? Madam Guan is so pretty! Also, Madam Zhang is also pretty...
Just when she was thinking wildly, Feng Yong had already gotten off his horse. Butler Zhao quickly pulled Yaomei forward and bowed deeply, "I have met my master."
"Uncle Zhao doesn't have to be so polite."
Feng Yong quickly helped Butler Zhao up, "Thanks to Uncle Zhao for taking care of Zhuangzi over the past year, I should be the one to express my gratitude to Uncle Zhao."
"My lord, you have broken my old servant."
Butler Zhao looked at the master in front of him who seemed to have changed a lot, but he couldn't tell where he had changed.
Looking at Mrs. Mei behind the Lord, she secretly sighed in her heart, this man can only truly grow up if he has a woman!
My lord, you have really grown up.
"My lord must be tired from traveling all the way. My old servant asks your lord to go back to your house and rest."
"Okay, go back to the house, go back to the house!"
Feng Yong nodded, looked up at the familiar scenery around him, and felt that all the fatigue in his body was swept away, replaced by joy and relaxation.
She looked at Yaomei who was looking behind her curiously. When she felt happy, she couldn't help but joked, "What are Yaomei looking at? Hanzhong is not as good as Jincheng, so there is nothing good there."
I'll bring you something."
Yaomei was looking at Amei quietly, thinking that she used to be so dark and ugly, but how could she look so much better after a trip to Hanzhong?
Lord Leng Buding suddenly asked her something, but he didn't dare not answer, so he could only answer truthfully, "Go back to my Lord, my maid is watching... Oh, no, it's Mrs. Mei. Mrs. Mei has become really beautiful."
"Ahem," Feng Tubou glanced at Guan Ji and thought, could it be that the almanac said it was not appropriate to return home today?
On the way, he met a Zhang Ji who dropped a few words and tricked him. When he returned to the village, he was accidentally tricked again by this girl. It was really a bad year.
"Haha, you are an immature kid, do you know what it means to be good-looking?"
Feng Tubao felt mmp in his heart and smiled on his face.
He didn't dare to look at Guan Ji again, but stretched out his hand to touch Yaomei's head, "Go, lead the way."
"Yes, my lord."
Feng Yong and his party were about to enter Zhuangzi when they suddenly heard someone shouting from behind, "Feng Langjun, please be patient."
Feng Yong turned around and saw Mrs. Li from the village next door walking in front, followed by a few servants carrying something.
"Old Mrs. Li, how come it's such a coincidence?"
"It's not a coincidence." Old Mrs. Li looked good. It is estimated that the life in the sixth house of the Li family has been quite good recently. He smiled and said with his hands, "The young man has been asking his servants to wait on the road, just waiting to see Feng
When Lang Jun came back, he immediately informed the young man, so he hurried over slowly."
"Oh, Grandpa, what's the matter?"
Feng Yong asked curiously.
"Of course there's something going on, and it's a happy event."
Old Mrs. Li laughed, pointed at Feng Yong, and said, "Isn't it a great joy for Mr. Feng to return home?"
Then he pointed to the servant behind him who was carrying something, "Last year, the Li family received a lot of benefits from Feng Langjun, but they never got anything in return. Today, we are taking advantage of this happy event, so I specially sent some fine wine.
I hope Mr. Feng will not refuse."
Before Feng Yong could speak, the eyes of several people next to him were already shining, and they all swallowed their saliva.
Especially Zhao Guang, he suddenly remembered the jar of wine that was confiscated from him, and thought to himself, his brother is still more powerful, others take the initiative to deliver wine to his door, unlike himself, who finally found a jar of wine and didn't drink the last drop.
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Feng Yong counted them, no more, no less, exactly ten altars.
It seems that the aristocratic family has a lot of background. The imperial court has long banned the brewing of wine. I didn't expect that even a side branch of an aristocratic family could produce so much wine.
"Unfortunately for Mu Niang, I always felt sorry for her. However, thanks to Mr. Feng's care, she even sent a letter a few days ago, saying that she was doing well and there was no need for the clan to worry. Xiao Lao was also relieved.
I haven’t thanked Feng Langjun enough for this.”
The words were serious, but the tone didn't sound serious.
Feng Tubiao sighed in his heart, it was really not a good time to go back home today...