The little Taoist boy was about ten years old and had a beautiful face. Although his hair was covered with dust and his boots had a hole in his feet, he gave him a "cute" feeling. Especially when he tried to cover his stomach with his hands, he wanted to suppress the hungry sound, but his appearance was ineffective, which made people feel even more funny and loving.

"What's your name? Get in the car, uncle will take you to dinner!" Zhang Qian was a vulgar man, so he naturally couldn't stand a pretty child who was hungry like this. He smiled and stretched out his hand and invited the little Taoist priest.

However, the little Taoist priest felt that he had lost someone to his master, raised his hand and wiped his tears, and shook his head vigorously: "We ate in the morning, but we ran too fast just now, and there was a wind in our stomachs. I won't go, I want to be with my master. The master said that our Mo family members will stand in the wind to death, starve to death and not bend down!"

When Zhang Qian heard this, he felt that the child was sensible and pitiful. He turned his head and looked at Luo Huaizu, who was already embarrassed and ashamed, and whispered: "You get in the car too, don't be hungry for the child! Let's talk about other things again!"

"Get on the car?" Luo Huaizu didn't expect that he had said good things to a big car, but he was not as good as his disciple's stomach. He suddenly felt a little unbelievable. However, when he found that Zhang Qian had jumped out of the car, he gently grabbed the Taoist boy's hand, shook his head quickly, and bowed: "Thank you, Senior Brother Zhang, Qi Mo and Qin Mo were all the same age..."

"Get into the car, don't talk too much. Let's talk about things in the old age later." Zhang Qian glared at the man fiercely and gave an order unhappy.

"Hey, hey! Senior brother, please, senior brother, please." Luo Huaizu was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, and he no longer had the courage to compete for his seniority. While repeatedly polite, he couldn't wait to jump onto the carriage. Then he pulled the little Taoist boy up, as if he was afraid that he would slow down and Zhang Qian would regret it.

Zhang Qian was both angry and funny when he saw it. After he got on the car, he immediately ordered Zhang Gui to drive the carriage to his house. Along the way, he had to chat a few words to appease the little Taoist boy's emotions, and asked Luo Huaizu why he made them master and apprentice so embarrassed.

After temptation, Luo Huaizu found that Zhang Qian did not take Juzi Ling seriously at all. Therefore, he did not dare to replenish the big-headed garlic. After hesitation, he whispered to complain: "Senior Brother, you don't know anything. Now the world is the world of Confucian scholars, and the Mo family is almost unable to move forward. You can be promoted by the emperor to be the chief clerk of the supervisor. This is an adventure that Mo people have never seen in decades. Therefore, it was soon known in the world. Junior Brother, I was idle in Qingzhou at that time, so I wanted to take my little disciple to the capital to see my senior brother's style. Who would have thought that the expenses on the road were so high, and the rules of Qi Mo's sect were not allowed to bully others by martial arts..."

It turned out that this person heard that a Qin Mo's son became an official in Qingzhou area, so he wanted to take advantage of Ju Ziling's advantages in his hands and also go to the capital to try his luck. Unexpectedly, he underestimated the expenses on the road, so he spent all his money when he arrived in Luoyang. Therefore, he could only rely on the escort of the convoy along the way, or make a fortune teller to make a fortune.

After finally reaching the capital, he couldn't find a convenient way, so he followed the Confucian scholar and went to "subscribe" the papers. The result was naturally conceivable. No one who appreciated his knowledge and opinions was encountered. Instead, he was beaten up repeatedly, and even because of the "bits of" misunderstandings in language, he was almost broken by the evil slave of a high-ranking official.

In desperation, early this morning, this man had to bring his apprentice to Zhangjiazhuang and join Zhang Qian, senior brother Qin Mo. Unexpectedly, the butler of the Zhang family was not allowed to enter at all. No matter how much evidence he took to prove his identity or how many good things he said, the other party firmly believed that he was a liar and ordered him to take his apprentice to leave the Zhang family's land immediately. Otherwise, he would be sent to the government and be beaten to death!

"Senior brother, your family is so big. I originally thought it was just a yard. Unexpectedly, the land and soil around it were all under your name!" Speaking of the attitude of the Zhang family housekeeper towards him, Luo Huaizu immediately felt aggrieved again, his eyes were full of fire, his neck was stalked, and he complained in a low voice.

"The territory is not small, but not many people can come in handy. I drained the accumulated water this year, and I should be able to plant a few acres of sorghum next year." Pretending to not understand Luo Huaizu's implication, Zhang Qian smiled and changed his mind.

As soon as this person met, he took out a "scale rod" and wanted to kneel down and bow to the bird. Zhang Qian could imagine how hard the housekeeper Ren Quan endured that he did not order his servants to rush over and knock him over to the ground. Even if he was present, he would not be able to let him in and continue to make trouble in the village.

However, since I am back now, the Taoist boy is cute and cute again, so it is still OK to let their master and apprentice come in for a meal. As for whether they can stay for another night after the meal, it depends on Luo Huaizu's specific performance.

If this person stops being an uncle, stops making noises with "scaling rods" or even gives him some money, Zhang Qian feels that it is not impossible to consider it. After all, Zhang Qian is still under the title of Qin Mo's children, and he cannot ignore other Mo family children who come to seek help.

As for Luo Huaizu's identity as the descendant of Qi Mo, Zhang Qian now believes that at least seven points is true. The reason is very simple. First of all, this person can still tie Wang Maozhong when he is hungry, and his skills must have undergone systematic training. Secondly, this person would rather be hungry than use his skills to steal and robbery, which is indeed in line with the legendary Mo family's children.

As for the other three possible counterfeiting, Zhang Qian was too lazy to care about it. Anyway, he had no interest in Ju Ziling and Qi Mo, nor was he interested in being the senior brother of Mozhe, and the Mo family's affairs in the world today had nothing to do with him.

Since I made up my mind to not have too many entanglements with the Mo family, the relationship between the two parties became much simpler. It can be completely equivalent to the distant relatives who came to Qiufeng and the urban white-collar workers who made a fortune but were unwilling to be said to be "forgotten" by their hometown people.

They are polite when talking to each other, and the standards of hospitality are also very favorable to the "distant relatives". However, the gap between the two sides is clearly drawn. No one can easily surpass a half step.

Trying to recall the cases in online TV series in the 21st century, Zhang Qian calmly brought Luo Huaizu and his disciples into his yard. He arranged for the servants to take them to wash. Then, he ordered people to prepare a sumptuous meal to entertain their masters and disciples to eat and drink. Finally, he held the tea and was polite, but not too enthusiastic, and talked with the masters and disciples for a while. After rumor and allusions, he ordered his servants to take the two to a special guest room to rest.

Although it was not difficult, the whole process was a waste of time and energy. When Zhang Qian finally breathed a sigh of relief and returned to his bedroom with his tired body, it was completely dark. How to meet the requirements of the Dragon Emperor Li Xian and how to deal with the upcoming inspection was not yet clueless in his mind.

"I'm so tired. If I had known this, I might as well be a green budgie all the time!" He fell heavily on the chair, Zhang Qian muttered in a low voice, and habitually reached out to touch the tea. However, the place where the fingers fell was empty! Not only did he not have the hot tea that had been prepared, but he even did not prepare the cup and teapot in advance!

"Huh?" Zhang Qian, who had been treated by Zijuan for a little bit of the young master's habit, was stunned and frowned instinctively. Just as he was about to call someone to come in to serve him tea and water, a slight sound of counting money was heard in his ears, "Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding ding ding..." It seemed particularly clear against the backdrop of the night and the candlelight.

This sound has basically never appeared since Zhang Qian became the "Eighth-grade Green Parrot". When he heard it today, he suddenly felt a bit of a trance in his heart.

He stood up with a frown. He tried to find the source of the sound, but found that Zijuan, who had always been aiming to climb up his bed, was now hiding from a huge cash box in the outer room, shivering like a frightened sparrow.

"Ding, ding, ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding..." He didn't realize that Zhang Qian had come back, nor did he realize that he had been paid attention to by Zhang Qian. Zijuan had a pale face and continued to stack the rewards he had received before and the salary he had just started to receive recently on the floor in front of him. Each stack of ten Kaiyuan Tongbao was enough, and he was again focused, focusing on the 21st century archaeologists.

"Zijuan, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Zijuan's body and arms trembling clearly, Zhang Qian suddenly felt a desire to protect himself. He walked closer and asked softly. "Are you in trouble? If you need money, you can withdraw it yourself. When will you save enough? Let's go to the account to get it together..."

"Shaolangjun!" Zijuan jumped up suddenly as if she was scared. Her two big eyes, which were originally very beautiful, were covered with blood at this moment. "I don't need money, Shaolangjun, I don't need money. I, I just, just afraid..."

As soon as the words of fear were expressed, her tight body instantly softened again. She knelt on the ground weakly and hugged Zhang Qian's calves with both hands, "Shaolangjun, that person named Luo is not a good person! If you drive him away, you must drive him away. I, I will give you all the money. Shaolangjun, I will never seduce you again, I swear to the sky!"

As she spoke, she suddenly let go of her hands. She used her knees as her legs, quickly took a few steps back, and raised her right hand high above her head, "Shaolangjun, drive him away. He is a devil, and no one who dates him will end up. Zijuan will never lie to you. Zijuan can swear to the sky, and if there is a word that is a lie, it will be struck by lightning!"

"What are these and what?" Zhang Qian had a few glasses of wine with Luo Huaizu in the afternoon, and his reaction was a little slow. He reached out and grabbed Zijuan's raised palm, frowned and asked, "Don't mess around, get up quickly! Did you know him before? He said he was the head of Qi Mo and from Qingzhou..."

"Shaolangjun, he is a demon, not Mo. My whole family died because of him. Shaolangjun, Zijuan will not lie to you. Don't believe him, don't believe him! No one who believed in him before had a good ending! Wuwu, Wuwu" Zijuan struggled to stand up, knelt on the ground, crying bitterly. It was on the shelves in the early morning of August 1st, notify everyone and reserve the monthly tickets in everyone's hands. The new book is not easy, please support it. Thank you for the drunkard.
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