The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and this year has been full of ups and downs for Zhang San. Fortunately, all the bad things have passed. Not only did he come back from the border, but he also received a promotion and became the youngest marquis in the Tang Dynasty.
After the fall of the Zheng family, Li Shimin no longer assigned any tasks to Zhang San, which made Zhang San very happy.
It’s just that Zhang San didn’t know that during the last glass charity auction, he unknowingly fell into Li Shimin’s plan again.
The Wang and Xie families came to Chang'an to "give lessons" to Li Shimin and scolded Li Shimin. At the same time, they also made the dandies in Chang'an stay at home and did not dare to come out to show off in the market.
From this aspect alone, Zhang San still thinks that it is a good thing for the two family heads to come to Chang'an. At least it will indirectly calm down the second-generation ancestors.
Early in the morning, after Zhang San had breakfast, Xie Hua'er followed Zhang San around like a little follower.
Even when Zhang San went to the toilet, she stood at a distance.
She didn't say anything when asked, and couldn't drive her away. Fang Keying and the others were no longer there. Zhang San really couldn't do anything to her. If his wife was disobedient, he would probably have to teach her a lesson behind closed doors.
"I said, aunt, what are you going to do? If you have something to do, just talk about it. If nothing happens, go out and have fun. Don't you still have to rehearse a play with your little sister?"
Zhang San couldn't stand Xie Hua'er following him behind, so he asked earnestly.
"Am I that old?" Xie Hua'er pouted when she heard Zhang San call her aunt.
Zhang San was also convinced. This woman's focus was indeed different from that of men.
"Tell me what's going on. If you can help me, I will definitely help you. Just stop following me with such an expression on your face. If you don't know, you might think I did something to you."
"What is that?" Xie Hua'er asked.
Zhang San was finally convinced, feeling that he and Xie Hua'er were at odds with each other.
"Oh, you are indeed worse than a beast, hum! Man." Xie Hua'er suddenly seemed to have come to his senses and complained angrily.
"Fuck! If you hadn't seen you as a woman, I would have taken care of you." Zhang San said angrily and viciously.
"Stingy guy." Xie Hua'er clearly didn't want to talk back to Zhang San, but the words changed when she opened her mouth.
"Okay, I give up. You tell me quickly, or I'll leave." Zhang San didn't want to get entangled with Xie Hua'er. Looking at her like this, something must have happened to her.
"Can you help my master?" Xie Hua'er asked in a low voice.
"Your master? Isn't he fine? I have brought him back, what else is going on?" Zhang San asked puzzledly. Since bringing Xie Yun home, Zhang San has not paid attention to him anymore, and Xie Yun is also very worried.
Show less. If Xie Hua'er hadn't said so, Zhang San would have almost forgotten this person.
"He has a knot in his heart that I can't untie, and he won't tell me, can you help me? I beg you, he is my only relative. If he continues like this, I'm worried that his body will collapse.
It fell." Xie Hua'er pleaded, grabbing Zhang San's arm with tears in her eyes.
Zhang San hates to see women shed tears, and he doesn't know how to coax her. "Wipe your tears away first. He's such an old man, nothing will happen to her."
Zhang San originally glanced at Xie Yungao. After all, he was a member of the Three Religions and Nine Streams, and he was also the leader of the farm family.
However, when I saw this person for the first time, I was extremely disappointed.
"I know you don't like my master, and he has done things he shouldn't have done, but...but I beg you, can you help me persuade him? I...I can marry you as my concubine." Xie Hua
The child's eyes were red and he choked with sobs.
When Zhang San heard this, he immediately shook his head. It would be better to kill me than marry you as my concubine. Will there be peace in this family in the future?
Xie Hua'er saw Zhang San shaking her head, thinking that she was unwilling to help her, and tears flowed down her face.
It is said that women are made of water, so Zhang San thinks that Xie Huaer should be made of floods.
"Don't cry. I didn't say I wouldn't help you. I'll go talk to your master about that." Zhang San said with a headache.
"Thank you!" When Xie Hua'er heard that Zhang San agreed to help her persuade her master, she immediately stopped crying and whispered.
This was the first time Zhang San heard the word "thank you" from Xie Hua'er, and it felt strange.
Zhang San asked Zhang Fu to ask Xie Yun to come to the living room to talk, while Xie Hua'er went back to the room to wait for the news.
After not seeing him for a few days, Xie Yun looked really haggard and hunched over. He was no longer as high-spirited as when Zhang San saw him for the first time.
Xie Yun greeted Zhang San, who was sitting on the main seat, and said, "Master Hou, I wonder what you want to ask me when you call me here?"
"You sit down first. I have nothing to do. I just want to chat with you. Why have you changed so much after I haven't seen you in a few days?" Zhang San asked Xie Yun to sit down and asked the servants to serve tea.
Seeing Xie Yun's appearance, Zhang San sighed inwardly.
"I'm grateful to Lord Marquis for saving me last time, but I feel guilty, so I seem to have lost my energy," Xie Yun replied.
"There's no need to thank you. You already thanked me last time. Are you still feeling guilty about what happened last time? I don't care about it now, so what do you care about?" Zhang San said.
"The Marquis is generous and I can let it go, but I can't let it go. I'm ashamed of your trust, Marquis. At that time, I wanted to restore the farmhouse to its former glory. Unfortunately, it was self-defeating. Not only did I lose my personality, but I also made people angry.
If your Majesty goes away, I'm afraid it will be difficult for my farm family to prosper in the future."
Xie Yun sighed. After saying this, it seemed that all his strength had been exhausted. He leaned back on the chair and seemed to be older than before.
After hearing this, Zhang San finally understood where Xie Yun's heart was. Looking at Xie Yun who was in the pain of self-blame, Zhang San thought of Xie Hua'er's advice, put down the tea cup in his hand and said to Xie Yun: "Look at you now
In this way, I am actually quite disappointed.”
Hearing this, Xie Yun sighed: "I made the Marquis laugh. The old man is now a sinner. I'm sorry for the Marquis, and I'm even more sorry for the ancestors of the farmer's family."
"What I'm disappointed about is not that you broke your promise and dedicated the pumpkin given to you by your little sister to the emperor without authorization. What I'm disappointed about is that you, a leader of a peasant family, have exhausted their fighting spirit after such a small blow. What else are you talking about?
Restore the glory of the farm.
I remember that during the Warring States Period, your farming sages traveled around the vassal states, and all they wanted was a piece of land that could be cultivated and worked hard, and you urged people to pay attention to farming and mulberry farming. Don’t you think you have forgotten your roots now?”
"Forgot your roots?" Xie Yun murmured, something flashed in his mind, but unfortunately he couldn't catch it.
"You are too utilitarian now and have forgotten the mission of your farm. The foundation of the farm is the common people, the farmers living in the fields, not the emperor sitting in the temple." Zhang San said.