Lv Sangu led Feng Ziying to her house to reminisce about the past, and mentioned the skills of the Western inventor Leonardo da Vinci. Feng Ziying was very happy to hear this. For a while, the two of them sat in the courtyard to rest, and Feng Ziying sighed: "All the kings have fought with Westerners in these years. I won more and lost less, so I didn't take them seriously. Cong'er said countless times that I was lagging behind so much, and I just felt strange. It turned out that it was these things that were lagging behind."
Lu Sangu shook her head and said: "You can be regarded as the master who has the most information about foreign countries in our country. Even you look at Westerners so poorly, so you know that others are becoming more and more discerning. These things in Taiwan are all learned by Cong'er from the West. Those who came here learned the same thing, and this one learned the same thing. When combined, they are better than a certain Western country. At least they had the idea of expanding their territory overseas before we did. Even the firearms were copied from others."
Feng Ziying said: "How can a Westerner be willing to teach him firearms?"
Lu Sangu smiled and said: "There is one thing about our dynasty that is better than the Western one, and that is martial arts. Cong'er sent people to arrest the important figures in the Western firearms workshop." Feng Ziying laughed dumbly.
Jia Xu came over and said, "Have you two finished talking? That's all. Let's rest early. Aren't we going to have the Asia-Pacific Economic Cooperation meeting tomorrow?"
Lu Sangu said: "I just came back today, and your Majesty is very tired. I have a day off tomorrow and a meeting the day after tomorrow." Then she looked at Feng Ziying and asked, "Master Feng, do you want to go to the auditorium? If you want to attend, you have to put on makeup. Many people know you."
Feng Ziying asked what was going on, and Lu Sangu briefly talked about apec. Feng Ziying clicked her tongue and said in surprise: "I have never heard of it. I have to go and have a closer look."
Jia Xu said, "I just heard someone say that Shui Rong has a sad face. What's going on?"
Lu Sangu snorted: "That guy didn't give up and sent a handsome boy to hang out in front of Lord Zhou. Lord Zhou thought he was an assassin and wanted to kill the man." Jia Xu laughed. Lv Sangu laughed and said, "He actually did it. He said that he wanted to give the Lord Zhou a few favors! The Lord Zhou made him angry and said, "Do I look like a mediocre ruler who will mislead the country because of his beauty?"
Feng Ziying hurriedly asked: "Shui Rong wants to get married to Java?"
Lu Sangu said: "He is just wishful thinking. Zhou Xiaolan is about to get married."
Jia Xu said: "Even though she is not married, she has never met anyone in the palace in her early years."
Lu Sangu said with a smile: "We can't blame Shui Rong entirely. Nowadays, everyone thinks that Zhou Xiaolan is just a greedy Qiongzhou fisherman who went to the sea to become a pirate. They pretend that she has never seen a few handsome men."
Feng Ziying asked: "Why did she occupy Java?"
Lu Sangu said: "Didn't I tell you? Because I'm greedy!"
"Is it really because you love cocoa tea?"
"Seriously, that's the reason. Otherwise, she might become a knight-errant." Lu Sangu said with a smile, "Don't underestimate a woman's obsession with eating."
Feng Ziying shook her head: "This reason... is like a naughty joke."
Although she still had one day to rest, Sangu Lv was not idle and was busy preparing for important matters for the day ahead. Feng Ziying looked at Huizi in front of her and found that she didn't understand it at all, so she discussed with Jia Xu whether to communicate with each other.
Later, Feng Ziying actually put on makeup and pretended to be a staff member of Dajiala and mingled in the APEC venue to listen. It was only the first morning and she was confused. Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Lu Sangu and others were discussing the issuance of banknotes in exchange for gold and silver. They followed suit. After a few days, I gradually felt a sense of admiration. After the meeting, Feng Ziying took Jia Cong and sighed: "Third aunt... I used to be really humble..." Jia Cong smiled proudly.
Two flowers bloomed, one on each side. When everyone in Dajiala was busy establishing the Asia-Pacific Economic Cooperation, a man in his forties entered the gate of Jinling City. This man was eight feet tall, with a dark face and a majestic appearance.
He rode a big black horse, carrying a baggage on his back, and a sword hanging from his waist. At first glance, he looked like a bodyguard. He stayed at an inn in the city and rested for half a day. In the afternoon, he started to inquire about Zhen Yingjia, the president of the Jinling Provincial Tiren Academy.
The next day, I got a letter from the Zhen family from several old neighbors. The old neighbor asked him who he was, and he only said he was a "relative." The man thanked the old neighbor for 200 copper coins, got on his horse, and drove off. Then he turned around.
At the intersection of the street, I happened to encounter two gangs of street scoundrels fighting and blocking the road. The man shouted "borrow the light", but no one paid attention to him. He shouted again, but no one paid attention to him. He shouted a third time. The idlers were fighting.
Who listened to him? The man immediately rushed over.
Seeing that there were two people in front of me, one was pestering me and the other was strangling you. The man took out an object from his arms and shook it twice. After hearing two "ouch" and "ouch" sounds, the two men fell down on the ground.
On the ground. In the blink of an eye, the idle men stumbled out of the way. This man calmly patted his horse and passed through, still chanting "borrow the light". Until he reached the end of the crowd, he immediately turned around and hugged his fist in return.
"Thank you for making way." Nai walked away. After a while, someone underground murmured: "No thanks..."
Although Zhen's Mansion has been confiscated by King Wu, the house is still there. Now it is the natal family of King Wu's concubine Bao who lives here. The place where the fight took place is not far from Bao's Mansion, and it didn't take long for the matter to become a minor servant's house.
The joke in the slave's mouth reached the master's ears. All the dandies in the world are in a hurry, and when they are idle, they can't avoid doing good things. The man was very skilled in martial arts, polite and interesting, so the third master of the Bao family wanted to inquire about him and make acquaintance with him.
The man with white eyebrows and red eyes naturally didn't know who this person was, but since he was inquiring about the Zhen family, he had to go to the Zhen family. The next day, Mr. Bao ordered someone to go to the Zhen family to ask. How could Zhen Yingjia dare to lie to the Bao family?
When someone asked him, he told him.
It turns out that this person is actually a relative of the Zhen family. His surname is Zhen and his given name is Zangzhu. He is just forty years old this year and is the son of Zhen Deren, brother of Zhen Yingjia clan. Zhen Deren was a skilled carpenter who went to Beijing to work for the late emperor during his lifetime.
Since all the family members stayed at their place of origin and did not follow him, it was inevitable for a man in his prime to leave behind a few romances when he was alone. Zhen Zangzhu’s mother died early, but it was an old servant couple who helped him grow up, and now he is doing some small business in the suburbs of Beijing.
The old servant passed away a few months ago. Before his death, he left behind a handwritten letter and a painting from Zhen Deren. The name of his uncle Zhen Yingjia was mentioned in the letter, so Zhen Zangzhu took these two things to his hometown of Jinling to find his relatives.
After hearing this, Mr. Bao asked, "Has he found his father?"
The boy said: "Where can I find him? I was completely wiped out by bandits who came from nowhere more than 20 years ago. Not even a dog was left."
Mr. Bao said "Hey": "That's quite novel."
The young man smiled and said, "Third Master, I haven't finished what I just said." Mr. Bao glanced at him. The young man smiled and shook his eyebrows, "According to what Zhen Yingjia said, this Zhen Deren has quite a few stories.
." Then he recounted Zhen Deren's experience in detail from the beginning.
After hearing this, Mr. Bao nodded repeatedly: "It's really interesting! So, the late emperor silenced Zhen Deren's family if they were all intact?" Nai smiled and said, "No wonder Baba'er, an outsider, was named Zangzhu. He hid one behind the saint's back.
Here are the beads." He thought for a moment and then said, "That's not right. He is the son of a carpenter, raised by an old servant, and he is also an ordinary businessman. He must not have much money. How did he learn that skill? Someone was willing to teach it to him for free.
His martial arts?"
The boy said: "I did ask. The Zhen family didn't know that Zhen Zangzhu knew martial arts, so I didn't ask him. I was just going to ask for instructions from the second master, but I have to tell the Zhen family. I'll see you next time."
Is this person going to ask him?"
Mr. Bao waved his hand and said, "No need. Since Zhen Deren's whole family is dead, it must have been Zhen Yingjia who helped collect the body?"
"Exactly."
Third Master Bao shook his head and said: "Zhen Deren left a letter to his wife. He did not write his address, but left the name of his clan brother. But at that time he knew that he would not live long. The old servant Zhen Zangzhu stayed until his death.
I just took out the letter from the young master’s father, I’m afraid he got some orders. Interesting, interesting! Where are Zhen Deren’s family buried?”
The boy was stunned: "This... I didn't ask."
"Idiot!" Mr. Bao scolded, "Don't ask questions! Ask quickly!" The boy was so frightened that he kowtowed, grabbed his hat and ran away.
Zhen Deren was buried outside Qingliang Gate in the west of the city. Mr. Bao thought, Zhen Zangzhu was already forty years old, and he had just learned who his biological father was; when he found his place of origin, he had already turned into withered bones. And Zhen Yingjia himself was already dead.
After years of decline, he must have no time to clean up the graves of his clan brothers. Zhen Deren’s tomb is still in a state of neglect. After Zhen Zangzhu found his father’s tomb, he had to hire people to repair it. Most of the time in recent days, he had to
The cemetery is busy. Sure enough, I sent someone to inquire near the Zhen Deren family cemetery. In the past few days, there was indeed a man wearing sackcloth and wearing mourning.
When making tombstones, he also asked which temple in Jinling City had the best monks for Buddhist practices. Mr. Bao said happily: "It's all as expected."
The next day, Mr. Bao wore a plain robe and led two boys to wander outside Qingliang Gate. He accidentally got lost and heard many voices not far ahead, so he drove his horse over to take a look. Here they are.
Looking there, I saw a filial son instructing the servants to replace the broken tombstone. Then he stepped forward to ask for directions.
The filial son said: "I am a foreigner and I don't know the road to Jinling. I only know the way I came from."
Mr. Bao San said: "I am not from Jinling. My family has moved to Jinling for many years, but I don't know the roads in this area. Anyway, I am not in a hurry to leave. When you are done with it, strong man, I will just follow you."
The filial son said, "I'll have to stay here for a while." Then he pointed to the servants and said, "These masters are all locals. Just ask one of them to give birth to him first."
Mr. Bao Sanye waved his hand and said, "They are all hired by strong men to work for our ancestors. If I take them away, wouldn't I be disrespectful to the deceased?" He refused again and again. The filial son just listened.
For a while, all the damaged tombstones were replaced with new ones. The filial son kowtowed again and again in front of a big grave and shed tears for a while. Then he got up and led the people away. Master Bao had to follow behind. The filial son untied his horse and brought it over.
The third master's eyes lit up: "What a horse!"
The dutiful son unconsciously smiled, caressing the horse's neck and said: "When I first bought it, it was just a foal, and it has been three years in a blink of an eye." The horse seemed to understand human speech, and raised its neck and neighed. The dutiful son touched it again.
He got up a few times and then got back on his horse.
Because he praised his horse, the filial son was very kind to Mr. Bao. The two exchanged some words on the way and walked into the city. Mr. Bao took advantage of the opportunity to invite the filial son to dinner, saying that it was to thank him for leading the way. The filial son had a cheerful temperament, so he agreed.
The two of them exchanged names with each other at the table, so they were acquainted. After hearing Zhen Zangzhu say that he wanted to invite some high-ranking monks to perform rituals for his father, Mr. Bao patted his chest and said, "Put it on me! Brother Zhen, you
Don't worry, Guan Bao will invite the best monks and Taoists in Jinling City for you!" Zhen Zangzhu was overjoyed and gave him a deep gift.
Later, Mr. Bao helped Zhen Zangzhu to invite several famous monks to pray for the Zhen family and helped him with other things. Zhen Zangzhu had just arrived and was not familiar with the place. Without his help, many people would have lost their lives.
It was really difficult to handle the matter, so I was very grateful. After going back and forth, the two of them became familiar with each other.
After all the affairs of the Zhen family were finished, Zhen Zangzhu treated Mr. Bao to a meal to thank him. Mr. Bao asked about his martial arts. Zhen Zangzhu said: "When I was young, my family was in decline.
I have been writing books for four years. Because I live in the Tieksuan Temple area on the outskirts of Beijing, there are many large and small temples nearby. One time I was studying on the hillside outside the village. I couldn’t afford paper and pen at home, so I had to draw with tree branches.
An old monk came down from the mountain and looked at me for a long time. Because I wanted to finish writing those words, he said nothing to me. Finally, the old monk nodded and said, it is rare for young people to have such a state of mind.
I was ordered to come back at this time tomorrow. I went as promised the next day, and the old monk taught me martial arts, and when I had time, he also took some books to teach me."
Mr. Bao Sanye hurriedly asked: "May I ask the honorable master's name?"
Zhen Zangzhu shook his head: "The old man refused to say anything. Fifteen years later, he said, there is nothing left to teach me. He never came again."
Mr. Bao asked: "Have you ever inquired about it?"
Zhen Zangzhu said: "If he refuses to say anything, he may have difficulties, or the relationship between us is not good enough, so why should he know the truth?"
Third Master Bao touched his palm and said, "Brother Zhen is such a wonderful person!" He then asked him what his plans were next.
Zhen Zangzhu sighed: "I just go back to Beijing to do business and live a good life, what else can I do?"
Mr. Bao asked, "I wonder how old my nephew is? Can I bring him some gadgets?"
Zhen Zangzhu suddenly had red circles in her eyes: "He was gone when he was ten years old." Third Master Bao quickly expressed relief. Zhen Zangzhu sighed, "There is no news about his mother either. It was so easy to get the letter from his biological father, and again
It's a deserted tomb..." He shed tears.
Third Master Bao told him his troubles for another half day, and finally said: "Since Brother Zhen has nothing to worry about, why not stay in Jinling for a longer time? As the saying goes, three years of filial piety. Your Majesty, I only have one son alive, even though you are filial.
The period has passed, and it is time to offer some incense from time to time. Besides, for a person of your caliber, wouldn’t it be unfair to engage in a small business like you? Since the King of Yan does not know people, the King of Wu is the most thirsty for talents."
Zhen Zangzhu smiled bitterly and said: "Brother Xian is joking. My father is a carpenter and my mother is just the daughter of a merchant. Brother Fool has only attended private school for four years, how can he be considered a talent?"
Mr. Bao clapped his hands and said: "Brother Zhen is confused, isn't he? Your Majesty is a dignified fourth-rank patrolman, but this official is small? The prefect is only a fourth-rank title! If we talk about merchants, don't forget the King of Wu
In the early years, there was a nickname called "The Merchant Prince". Didn't Brother Zhen also study with an eminent monk for fifteen years? Today in the Wu Kingdom, there are some who are good at literature, some who are good at martial arts, and no one who is good at both literature and martial arts. As the saying goes
, There are tigers hiding in the mountains, and unicorns sleeping in the wilderness. Brother Zhen is the talent bestowed upon Wu by God!"
Zhen Zangzhu's eyes flashed: "Brother Bao Xian, don't try to coax me. What is your identity?"
Mr. Bao smiled and said, "It's just a dandy in Jinling City."