When Tianming Shaoyu returned to the Great Wall station, everyone had already eaten. However, they each ate a roast chicken. They were not very hungry, but the cook Ding couldn't stand it: "Why don't we all have food before I come back?"
?" Zhang Liang smiled apologetically and said, "I'm sorry.
"Si, Chef Ding, it's too late now, and you, Ziming, and Ziyu haven't returned yet, so Zifang has to take them to have dinner first." After hearing Zhang Liang's explanation, Cook Ding immediately blushed. He's going to have dinner today.
It’s not a delay, and it’s not like everyone has to pay for their own meals.
"Chef Ding, don't be upset. Confucianism has to pay for the cooking anyway," Zhang Liang said with a gentle smile. Chef Ding touched the back of his head and said, "That's right. I'm stupid. Mr. Zifang is really smart." "Where is it?"
"Zhang Liang bowed and saluted again, and Cook Ding was even more embarrassed: "Mr. Zifang has killed me." "I, fat man, is just a rough man. Mr. Zifang doesn't need to be polite to me." Cook Ding patted his belly and said very much.
It's bold
Shao Yu hid behind his back and laughed secretly. Tian Ming didn't know why, but he didn't want to ask him. Shao Yu always made fun of him.
"Ziming, come here." Zhang Liang waved to Tianming and called him over.
Tianming didn't know what Zhang Liang was going to say, so he hurried over and waited for him to speak.
"Ziming, do you still remember the people we met when we first came here?" Zhang Liang reminded, and the image of a lean man immediately appeared in Tianming's mind: "Is the Third Master talking about Wan Xiliang?"
"That's him." Zhang Liang nodded, and then said: "Wan Xiliang is from your Mo family, but..." "Just what?" Monk Zhang Er was confused at dawn and asked stupidly.
A trace of regret flashed across Zhang Liang's eyes, and he said sadly: "Wan Xiliang died today..." "Dead?" In Tianming's mind, the gentle and gentle appearance of the man was still there, but now the Third Master said, "He is dead?"
"This is impossible!" Tianming took a few steps back with a look of disbelief.
Zhang Liang helplessly pressed forward against Tianming's shoulder and said: "This is indeed the case. The reason why I tell you is not just because you are from the Mohist family." Although Tianming does not have a close relationship with Wan Xiliang, Wan Xiliang is a disciple of the Mohist family after all.
As a wealthy man, he does feel a little distressed.
"Ziming?" "Third Master, I'm fine." Tianming hurriedly replied, but Zhang Liang evoked a smile. Ziming, if you are fine, why is the tip of your nose red? But Zhang Liang just thought about it and did not say it out loud.
"Mr. Zifang, I'm late." A horse stopped right next to Zhang Liang, and the people on the horse were covered with dust.
Zhang Liang turned around and said: "It must be Major General Meng Yi." "That's right, Mr. Zifang is polite." Meng Yi clasped his fists and said
"With Major General Meng here, Zifang can retire with success." "Thank you very much, Mr. Zifang these days." Meng Yi dismounted, with an apologetic smile on his face that looked like Meng Tian.
Zhang Liang smiled calmly and said: "I will take everyone away from the house tomorrow, and Major General Meng will come back." Zhang Liang is not willing to deal with the people of the Meng family. He always has a bad feeling. It seems that the Meng family will
It is not good for Confucianism, especially Xiaoshengxianzhuang
"Mr. Zifang seems to be tired, so Meng Yi won't disturb you. Mr. Zifang, take your leave." Meng Yi got on his horse, held his hands towards Zhang Liang, and galloped away.
Night has fallen quietly
The next morning, Tianming, who was sleeping at the foot of the Great Wall, was pulled up by Shao Yu: "Boy, don't sleep anymore, the third master is going to take us to the Great Wall today."
Tianming, who was still sleeping and drooling, heard the news and immediately jumped up: "Really?" Tianming stayed at the foot of the Great Wall for a long time, but never really went up to see what the Great Wall looked like.
"Boy, when did I lie to you, your elder brother, get up quickly?"
After Shaoyu said this, Tianming actually lay down again: "You often lie to me."
Shao Yu was stunned, and a big bead of sweat dropped on his forehead: "I promise with the honor of the Xiang clan of Chu State, I will never lie to you."
After Tianming listened, he was willing to behave. After all, Shaoyu’s words were the most untrustworthy.
"Hurry up, kid"
Tian Ming put on the Confucian clothes and stretched out his hand to Shao Yu again: "Um... Shao Yu, can you help me with this etiquette again?"
Shao Yu was dumbfounded again and said: "You haven't learned it after so many days?
"Shaoyu, please help..." Tianming tugged at the etiquette and said
"Okay, the unparalleled hero Tianming." Shao Yu has already accepted his fate. It seems that during these days in Confucianism, this boy has to take care of all the etiquette by himself.
After being polite, Tianming Shaoyu quickly ran to Zhang Liang's station. All the Confucian disciples gathered in front of Zhang Liang's station. Tianming glanced at the Confucian disciples. Seeing that they all looked excited, he knew that Shao Yu had indeed not lied to him.
, Third Master really wants to take them to the Great Wall this time
After a while, Zhang Liang's tent was opened, and Zhang Liang slowly walked out from inside and said: "Good morning, everyone." "Good morning, Third Division Master." Tianming Shaoyu's words were indeed a sudden rise. Except for the two of him, the rest of the people
His name is Zhang Liangdu, his third uncle
"Tianming, have you noticed that Mr. Zhang Liang doesn't seem to have any disciples of his own? I've never heard anyone call him master," Shao Yu murmured in a low voice.
"It seems so." Although Tianming was a little nervous, after Shaoyu reminded him, he also found that it was indeed the case. Zhang Liang had never accepted a disciple. This is the most reasonable explanation.
"Ziming, Ziyu, do you have anything to say?" Zhang Liang obviously noticed the sneaky movements of these two people and asked.
At dawn, Shao Yu looked at each other and shook their heads together: "It's okay, it's okay." Zhang Liang didn't want to expose it, so he stopped asking, but the light from the corner of his eyes shot towards them from time to time, making them quite uncomfortable.