Returning to Su Yin's room, Zhang Laishun touched his growling stomach and said, "I'll go to the kitchen to see if there's anything to eat."
Su Yin nodded. They had traveled all afternoon without eating, and now they were all a little hungry.
As soon as Zhang Laishun went out, Zhao Pisheng walked up to the front with a flattering smile, "Master, you are really capable today!" He said with a thumbs up, "The eldest lady was so scolded by you that she didn't even dare to fart."
Su Yin glanced at him expressionlessly.
Zhao Pisheng hurriedly said, "My life, Zhao Pisheng, was saved by the young master. From now on, you will say that I am the same!" He said solemnly, imitating Han Bilie and Wang Fu.
After saying that, he rubbed his hands and said, "Don't look at me, Zhao Pisheng, who flatters me all day long. I was also a famous figure in Qingbei City a few years ago. Isn't this because I have entered the Su Mansion..."
This Su Yin knows something. Zhao Rixun was a well-known gangster in Qingbei City before he entered the Su Mansion. Later, he was taken into the Su Mansion by his distant aunt Zhao Huimin. He was paid very well. Because he was good at arranging things, he became Zhao Huimin's close friend.
Son.
"Ahem..." As soon as Song Lan lay on the bed, she couldn't help but cough violently on her side, spitting out a mouthful of phlegm on the ground, mixed with blood.
Zhao Pisheng hurriedly went to pour a glass of water for Song Lan, his hands and feet were very tight.
Since he, Zhao Pisheng, was able to get along well outside, he still had a good eye for recognizing people. He could tell that it was time for Su Ziyin to spread her wings. As soon as the Prime Minister came back, she seemed to be a different person. Except that she used to be in
How can she explain her pretense of forbearance? What's more, she wants to use means, and now she has subdued sixteen bandits in the abandoned city. These are no joke.
It is right to follow Su Ziyin. Neither of the two young masters in Qingbei City are favored by the prime minister, and the eldest young master is a bit rigid. The second young master only knows how to fight cocks and walk birds, and none of them is expected to become a great person. On the contrary, this Su Ziyin may be the successor.
Let’s understand the Prime Minister’s ability.
Both Wang Dezhong and Han Bilie said that she would become a great person in the future, and Zhao Pisheng would not deny this now.
"Yin...Yin'er..." Song Lan gasped and stretched out her hand, and Su Yin quickly walked to the bed and held it.
"You, you really shouldn't be talking to the eldest lady today..." Song Lan said and started coughing again.
Su Yin helped her calm down, "Mom, just take good care of yourself and don't worry about other things."
Song Lan sighed and smiled happily, "Yin'er... has grown up."
After the wound was cleaned and Song Lan fell asleep, Su Yin sent Zhao Pisheng away and walked out alone.
The moonlight outside the house is cold and cool, the breeze is pleasant, and the air is very fresh, unlike the abandoned city that is filled with the smell of burnt blood.
After walking under the tree, Su Yin sat alone on the flower bed and meditated. Just then, there was a sound of footsteps in the distance. Su Yin turned around and saw that the person who came was a strong middle-aged man.
"Yin Zi?" The man called Su Ziyin under the tree. Su Yin looked at each other carefully and remembered that it was Zhang Laishun's father, Zhang Daman, who was the driver of the government.
"Uncle Man." Su Yin stood up with a smile. Zhang Daman quickly walked up to him, put his arms around his shoulders and said, "You haven't eaten yet, have you? Shunzi asked me to come to you, your mother is a little hot."
Food, let’s go! Eat it at Uncle Daman’s house!”
Su Yin was dragged by this man to the second low house. This house was a brick and earth house built at the back next to the stable. Zhang Daman and his wife had a bond of prostitution in the Su Mansion and lived here, so Zhang Laishun was the one in the Su Mansion.
The family gave birth to slaves.
The small warm yellow lamp was burning in the room. As soon as Su Yin sat down, he saw a few steamed buns on the table, a portion of mixed cucumber, a large bowl of egg drop soup, and a pot of hot wine. In the room, except for Zhang Da
Full of generous smiles, and Zhang Laishun’s mother Liu asked with concern.
PS: Tomorrow’s chapter will be updated in the afternoon.