Zhang Shangshu took a deep look at the small dagger stuck upside down on the stool, and finally just sighed deeply. He avoided A Bao's pitiful eyes and went to lecture on his own.

Lin Zhiqing followed Zhao Xuan and sat in the back. At first, Lin Zhiqing was a little skeptical because he felt that Zhang Shangshu was teaching the children, and he was just like the older children. But when Zhang Shangshu asked them to put down their books and follow them out, he

Finally realized something was wrong.

Zhang Shangshu is obviously not a sit-down master. He will take his children through the streets and alleys and tell them through real visits what the hardships of the common people are and what it means to know that the person who knows the leakage of the house is under the roof.

Those who know how to govern are in the fields...

Even A Bao had a deeper understanding of some poems after following them for a few days. Lin Zhiqing couldn't help but admire him when he saw all this... It turns out that it is possible to learn like this?

That was the day when the Zhao family was having dinner, A Bao held a grain of rice between his hands and stared at it for a long time.

"What are you looking at? Don't you want to eat?" Zhao Heng glanced at A Bao and asked.

Abao shook his little head and suddenly said: "It's all hard work!"

"Oh, A Bao is a bit awesome today, it's really impressive." The old medicine king laughed at the side.

Abao chuckled and then started to immerse himself in the meal.

"Tsk, tsk, didn't the young master never eat these vegetable pancakes before? Why did he eat one today?" After talking about Abao, the old medicine king began to be angry at Lin Zhiqing again.

Lin Zhiqing raised his eyes awkwardly, and even picked up a piece of pickles that he had never touched before: "Grandpa Yao, you should also look at me with admiration. I fried the pancakes that day too."

Hearing this, Abao made a gesture of gouging her eyes. However, the next second, her hand was knocked by Zhao Heng with a chopstick.

"Are you going to the Zhang Mansion this afternoon?" Just after hearing what Abao was saying to Zhao Xuan, Mrs. Song asked the children.

Abao nodded and said happily: "Grandpa took us to sell charcoal this afternoon!"

"Go ahead, I didn't expect Old Zhangtou to have two brushes." Old Yao Wang said in a sour tone.

"Listen, Bao, your grandpa speaks so bitterly," Mrs. Song joked.

Abao couldn't understand what grandma said, so she moved her little nose close to the old medicine king and sniffed hard, but she never smelled the sour smell.

Fatty frowned and said with a puzzled look on his face: "No, it doesn't taste sour."

Everyone at the table couldn't help laughing.

…

On the twentieth day of the twelfth lunar month, Lin Zhiqing was leaving the Zhao family. He was going back to Prime Minister Lin's Mansion. When the housekeeper came to pick him up, Lin Zhiqing looked reluctant: "Butler, tell grandpa that I will go back in the new year.

Bar."

The butler looked embarrassed: "Young Master, I told you that you must go back today because there is something important."

Lin Zhiqing was helpless. Over the past few days, he had already developed nostalgia for Zhao Mansion and Xinghua Street. The life here was so comfortable that he felt like he had been baptized from the inside out.

"Grandpa Butler, my father said that you should come back to pick him up later when Brother Yu comes home after lunch!" Abao ran out from behind. She reached out and grabbed Lin Zhiqing's clothes and said to him.

Following the path of the housekeeper of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The housekeeper looked towards the flower hall ahead and saw a tall figure standing there. Was it Zhao Heng or someone else?

Lin Zhiqing's eyes lit up: "Yes, yes, we'll leave after lunch."

With that said, he took A Bao and ran towards the small flower hall.

In the flower hall,

Lin Zhiqing found that today's lunch seemed much grander than usual.

The old Yao Wang walked out quickly and saw Lin Zhiqing standing there blankly. He cheered and said: "Come on, young man of the Lin family, in order to say goodbye to you, I will cook the food myself."

Lin Zhiqing rarely felt such warmth in the Prime Minister's Mansion. He stayed there for a moment, not knowing how to express it.

Abao had quickly climbed onto her high chair. She looked around and asked the old medicine king: "Grandpa, are there any of my favorite meatballs? Are there lotus root slices?"

"Of course, my grandma made it herself." The person who answered A Bao's words was Da Xi who came from outside with small balls in his hand. Behind Da Xi were Dabao and Kangkang.

Da Ya and Er Ya brought a bowl of noodles. From a distance, Lin Zhiqing could smell the noodles. They must have bought them from Li Zhuang's stall.

"Brother Yu, when you come back, we will go to the Prime Minister's Mansion to play with you. Grandpa Yao said that your grandpa said he would take you on a long trip." Liang Kang patted Lin Zhiqing's arm.

Only then did Lin Zhiqing remember that his grandfather had indeed said that he seemed to be going back to his hometown this year.

A lot of people gathered around the table. Mrs. Song handed Lin Zhiqing a small purse: "Zhiqing, you are a good boy. This purse contains some better vegetable seeds. If you go back to your hometown, you can give it as a gift."

Relatives."

Lin Zhiqing nodded.

"Okay, it's time to eat!" Abao shouted, and her saliva was about to come out.

So, a lot of people started eating noisily. Because there were a group of children, everyone was eating very happily.

Even when Lin Zhiqing left the Zhao Mansion, the corners of his mouth were still curled up.

"Brother Yu, when you come back from your hometown, we will go and play with you!" Abao stepped on the threshold of the Zhao Mansion and shouted towards Lin Zhiqing.

Lin Zhiqing nodded heavily.

When the housekeeper pulled the carriage to the intersection of Xinghua Street, he was suddenly stopped by Li Zhuang.

"Master Lin, this is the pickled garlic made by my wife. If you don't mind, take it back and eat it." Li Zhuang had nothing to give, so he gave him a jar of pickled garlic.

Normally, Lin Zhiqing wouldn't even look at it, but today, he hugged him gratefully and thanked Li Zhuang.

The housekeeper looked at this scene, pulled the carriage and walked forward resolutely.

At this time, Lin Zhiqing had no idea what kind of violent storm was about to greet him.

…

On the twenty-third of the twelfth lunar month, the New Year, there was a heavy snowfall in the capital.

It was also on this day that the residence of Prime Minister Lin, which had been standing in the capital for twenty years, was raided and charged with selling his official position to obtain a title. In view of the fact that Prime Minister Lin dedicated all his income for decades to the emperor and Lin Zhiqing's parents were sentenced to death, Lin Zhiqing and Prime Minister Lin were exempted from the death penalty.

Sun and Sun were exiled to the northwest.

Zhao Mansion,

"I heard that it was Prime Minister Lin who surrendered to the court on his own initiative, and I heard that he donated a huge amount of silver, which even made up for the shortfall in the national treasury, so he was exempted from the death penalty." Zhao Heng, the old medicine king, asked.

Zhao Heng nodded: "When he sent the child here, he must have had this idea, fearing that he would be conceited and cowardly and would not be able to survive in the future." So he sent the child to the Zhao Mansion to let the child learn some skills that can endure hardship.

Abao leaned against Song's legs. She couldn't quite understand. She only knew that Brother Yu was going to live in a very poor village, just like their family before.

Fat Claw took out the golden beans in his big pocket and pushed them in front of Zhao Heng.
Chapter completed!