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34 (Thanks to the boss of the ghost Bob)(2/2)

He settled down the few people who came with him and walked around the small Taoist temple.

Qinghe Temple is very simple, with a square structure, a main hall, about ten side rooms, a small space in front of the hall for placing incense burners, and then the main gate.

Overall, it is the smallest courtyard house.

In the entire Taoist temple, apart from a few of them, there were only the temple owner, Li Heng, and two sweepers.

After packing his things, bed, etc., Zhang Rongfang took the letter of instructions from his senior brother Zhang Xintai, left the Taoist temple, and went out to find a place to live with his sister-in-law Yang Hongyan.

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Inside the Qinghe Palace.

Zhang Xuan sat cross-legged on the futon and dozed off in the sunshine in the backyard.

Two sparrows were jumping back and forth on the opposite wall, chirping, making him a little dissatisfied.

"Dad, daddy?"

Zhang Xintai walked into the backyard excitedly, with a smile on his face.

"I'm going to the county tomorrow. I agreed with Yanzi last time that I would accompany her to the mountain market."

"What is there to see in the mountain city?" Zhang Xuan didn't want to stay alone in the mountain, and was a little dissatisfied.

"They're all sluts, haven't you never seen them before?"

"Isn't it time to get engaged soon? I also plan to give something to my father-in-law and mother-in-law." Zhang Xintai was very excited.

"The Chen family's affairs have just been settled. The county's affairs have not been finished yet. Why are you so anxious?" Zhang Xuan curled his lips and tilted his head, not wanting to look at his son.

"With Chen Baihu watching over there, Mi Bang is probably in a hurry and has no time to pay attention to us." Zhang Xintai said nonchalantly.

"Besides, if the Chen family wants revenge, they should go to the Prison Prison themselves. What does it have to do with us?"

"You kid... OK, OK, go, be careful on the road. Remember to bring that thing with you." Zhang Xuan couldn't resist his son, so he could only wave his hand.

"Just let me, an old man, stay alone in this deserted attic and wait for death."

"...Um." Zhang Xintai's face froze. "Dad, don't you want me to have a few fat boys as soon as possible?"

"Well..." Zhang Xuan muttered, "This is...you kid, this is the way it is in this life, why not give birth to a few more, train them for me, and strengthen the family! Go, go

Come on, get out of here!"

"Yes!" Zhang Xintai suddenly smiled, turned around and quickly packed up his things.

"By the way, dad, don't forget the engagement time, you have to be there together." He ran far away, and his voice came back far away.

"I know, I'll be there on the first day of February for sure."

Zhang Xuan calculated the time. Today is only ten days away from the first day of next month...

well...

He sighed. He was going to lose money again...

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Huaxin County is divided into four districts, which are named after the four directions: east, west, north and south.

Each district has more than a dozen streets and hundreds of houses.

Qinghe Temple is located in the East District, while Yang Hongyan's residence is in the West District and needs to pass through the center of the county.

Zhang Rongfang asked around and finally found Yang Hongyan's sister-in-law's house before the sun went down.

After delivering the letter, he breathed a sigh of relief and hurried back slowly.

Under the setting sun, among the rows of bungalows throughout Huaxin County, there are occasionally one or two multi-story buildings, all bathed in red light.

Zhang Rongfang tightened his robe and walked straight along the wall of a wealthy family.

A bullock cart was slowly passing by on the left, and the driver was cracking his whip continuously. There was still a piece of cow dung on the passing ground that had been trampled by the cow's hooves.

Zhang Rongfang wrinkled his nose and quickened his pace, trying to avoid the smell of cow dung.

After just a few steps, at the end of the wall ahead, at the right turn of the road, a few dark-skinned men with sleeves rolled up quietly appeared.

These people's eyes were bright and they were all staring at this side.

Zhang Rongfang paused, quickly turned his head and glanced.

Sure enough, several people came out from behind, holding strong wooden sticks in their hands and staring eagerly.
Chapter completed!
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