Zhang Cong stood there, looking at the incomplete spiritual body lying at his feet. There was a scratch on the originally neat wooden block, and a corner of it was missing. It was obviously deliberately damaged by this group of people.
Zhang Cong carefully picked up the spiritual tablet, wiped off the dirt on it, looked at the spiritual tablet for a long time, and said nothing for a long time.
The servants saw Zhang Cong looking down at the spiritual tablet in his hand without saying a word.
The steward Qian immediately agreed: "Hey, I have long heard that Zhang Cong is a filial son from Shili Baxiang. Now I see my grandmother's spiritual tablet appearing here. I see Mr. Zhang cherishing the spiritual tablet so much. It is indeed worthy of the name.
But Mr. Zhang, don't worry. It's all because of the clumsiness of the young men that they knocked the original spiritual bit a few times.
We, the prince, wanted to talk to Mr. Zhang in your mansion yesterday, but no one answered after knocking on the door for a long time. So a group of us struck hard and knocked down the wooden door.
Mr. Wang reprimanded us severely and asked us to reinstall your door at our own expense.
How did we know that Mr. Zhang was not at home? We searched around and found no one. When my son saw your grandma’s spiritual tablet, Mr. Wang, he didn’t want to be too shabby, so he asked us to take the tablet away and find an old piece of it.
Wood, let the carpenter make a new piece for you.
Don't think that it is old wood, it is quite valuable. The craftsman who was originally responsible for repairing the Wang family's tiled house did not know the goods and did not know the preciousness of the wood, but he used that wood as a beam for the Wang family's servants' huts.
Yesterday, Prince Wang specially ordered us to dismantle it, clean it, and send it to the carpenter to make a new memorial tablet for your grandma.
There is still some material left, so I also made a piece for you, which will be needed sooner or later. I asked someone to send it to your house, and it will be delivered to you tomorrow."
Seeing that Butler Qian humiliated Zhang Cong in a vicious manner, Wang Qianye was very satisfied. He nodded to Butler Qian and said no more.
Throughout the whole process, Zhang Cong's eyes were focused on the spiritual tablet in his hand. What Zhang Cong didn't expect was that Wang Qianye would be so frantic and attack his grandmother's spiritual tablet.
Although Zhang Cong hated Wang Qianye deeply at this moment, he felt more guilty in his heart. Zhang Cong resented that he did not think of packing up his grandmother's tomb before leaving a few days ago, which made this group of people
There is an opportunity to take advantage of.
The group of people looked at Zhang Cong without saying a word, just looking at the spiritual tablet in his hand. But everyone just stood there. Everyone knew that Zhang Cong was a person who should not be underestimated.
Although Zhang Cong placed the big man just now, Master Qian said it was just because the big man fainted from heatstroke, but everyone knew that the group of people just stood under the shade of the trees and did not get any sunlight at all. The big man was just in the sun
After leaving it in the sun for less than a quarter of an hour, I passed out.
The big man was still full of energy on his front feet, but Zhang Cong grabbed his wrist on his back feet and fainted. Calling it a coincidence is a bit reluctant.
If Zhang Cong had used some means to make the big man faint, none of these dozen people could really be Zhang Cong's opponent.
No one wanted to be the first person, so everyone just stood there and tried to use words to make Zhang Cong lose his mind. When that time came, everyone swarmed up and showed off Zhang Cong's extraordinary abilities, but they could only be hacked to death with random knives.
ending.
The dozen or so servants all had these thoughts in their minds at this moment. The dozen or so people looked at each other and exchanged glances. Then they all gave up the idea of rushing forward and giving Zhang Cong a lesson alone.
Due to some subtle factors, Zhang Cong and this group of people only had a confrontation, and there was no fistfight.
When Wang Qianye heard what Butler Qian said, the anger in his heart immediately dissipated a bit. Looking at Zhang Cong's dull look, Wang Qianye smiled even more.
"We not only did this "good thing", didn't we also do another "good thing" when we went hunting in the mountains after leaving Ganoderma Village yesterday? You can tell Zhang Cong slowly."
Wang Qianye sat back on the Taishi chair behind him, cast a color towards Butler Qian, and said to Butler Qian slowly.
Butler Qian immediately understood what he was thinking. His little eyes turned twice, and then he spoke again.
"Yes, look at my memory. If you didn't tell me, sir, I would have almost forgotten it. Our master is magnanimous, and he is also very kind-hearted towards servants like us.
No, yesterday the young master took a group of us to come to Aunt Cuihua to discuss the matter of proposing marriage again, but the discussion was not successful. However, the young master was considerate of us servants who made the trip in vain.
Seeing the towering mountains and rivers near your Ganoderma Village, my son thought that there must be a lot of game in the mountains, so in order to reward us, he took us up the mountains to hunt.
Halfway through, we came across a medicinal field, Mr. Zhang, guess what we saw in that medicinal field..."
Just when Butler Qian said this, Zhang Cong suddenly raised his head and saw his eyes were blood red. There was no emotion in his eyes, only full of killing intent. Those eyes were like a tiger seeing its prey.
, full of killing.
When Butler Qian met Zhang Cong's murderous eyes, he suddenly trembled and stopped talking.
When Wang Qianye saw Butler Qian who suddenly stopped, his face was filled with displeasure. He suddenly kicked Butler Qian in the butt. Butler Qian staggered forward two steps.
Only then could he stabilize his figure.
"Well, who told you to stop? Keep talking. Mr. Zhang opposite you must be very interested."
Wang Qianye leaned on the Taishi chair, looking up at the leaves above his head, without looking ahead. It was as if he had lost interest in the current scene at this moment.
Butler Qian stood up, patted the dust on his body, turned around with a wry smile, and deliberately looked arrogant. He kept comforting himself in his heart.
"Hmph, it's a bluff. How come I fell into his trap, and I was kicked by the young master for no reason. Clay-legged boy, I'm going to show you what it means to be superior to others later. You clay-legged boy is just a clay-legged boy.
Junk stuff.”
Butler Qian kept thinking about some words in his heart, and his expression became even more arrogant.
Just as the steward Qian was about to speak again.
"Well, I'm mute. I asked you to continue saying that you didn't hear me."
Wang Qianye scolded the steward Qian again without raising his head. The steward Qian quickly nodded and bowed, like a dog with a tail, and bowed to Wang Qianye.
When he turned around and faced Zhang Cong, Butler Qian still had a different look.
"What did you say just now? Yes, we passed by a medicine field. We didn't find the prey, but we found your grandmother's coffin and grave."
Just when Butler Qian said this, Zhang Cong suddenly raised his head and saw his eyes were blood red. There was no emotion in his eyes, only full of killing intent. Those eyes were like a tiger seeing its prey.
