Chapter 102: Set aside the storm! (First create waves, then settle the storm!)

Zhang Heng found this matter very troublesome because it involved harem fighting, but it was something that even his teacher Zeng Gongliang would frown upon because it was difficult for foreign ministers to interfere in harem affairs.

Zhang Heng hesitated and said, "Shopkeeper Lu asked me to come over?"

Lu Yining smiled, but his smile was full of magnanimity: "You are a shareholder after all. I must let you know about this matter so that you can be mentally prepared, or you can make some preparations in advance to avoid being in a hurry."

Zhang Heng took a deep look at Lu Yining and said, "Isn't Shopkeeper Lu worried about his future?"

Lu Yining's delicate hands fiddled with the abacus casually, making the abacus crackle. He sighed softly and said: "I'm worried, but what can I do, but it's just a fight to the death. If I win, from now on."

If you lose, you will still win. The result will be the same."

Lu Yining made a homophone joke, but Zhang Heng didn't hear it clearly: "What?"

Lu Yining smiled and said: "Nothing...Okay, I've already told you the matter.

The shares in your hands and the shares in your teacher's hands were dealt with earlier.

If they win, they may not dare to do anything to your shares.

However, with those moths around, the value of this share probably won’t be that high.”

After speaking, Lu Yining turned around and entered the back room to catch up with guests.

Hou Junping glanced at Zhang Heng, and Zhang Heng said understandingly: "Shopkeeper Lu, thank you for reminding me, please think about it first, I'll take my leave first."

Lu Yining did not answer, Zhang Heng turned and left, and a faint sigh came from behind.

Hou Junping was already waiting outside. Seeing Zhang Heng come out, he extended his hand to guide: "Sanlang, do you have time to chat with me?"

Zhang Heng smiled and said, "I was about to disturb Shopkeeper Hou."

Hou Junping led Zhang Heng to a pavilion. There were only a few people here, making it a good place for chatting.

This is a small garden inside the Neishangku, with trees shading it. It is already autumn, and the fallen leaves are colorful, with yellow and red leaves falling one after another, and a sense of desolation is coming.

Hou Junping caught a falling red leaf and sighed: "The spring is booming and the autumn is drying up, the world is changing quickly, Sanlang, if possible, help me to persuade the young lady, she may not understand the situation, but it is

He just has a stubborn temper and refuses to admit defeat."

Zhang Heng looked at Hou Junping and said: "Shopkeeper Hou said that I am a little confused. I don't know the inside story at all. I don't know how to persuade him?"

Hou Junping quickly looked around, and then whispered: "You should know that Madam Lu is the daughter of Mr. Lu Tao, but why can you become the head of the internal storage warehouse? You probably don't know, right?"

Zhang Heng shook his head and said, "I really don't know."

Hou Junping said: "To put it simply, Mrs. Lu's grandmother, Mrs. Xu, was the wet nurse of the official family.

The Xu family gave birth to Lady Xu, and the Guan family grew up with Lady Xu. They had a very deep relationship with her and regarded her as their sister.

Later, Madam Xu married Lu Tao and gave birth to an only daughter, Madam Lu, who died later, but the official family's favor for Madam Lu remained unchanged.

Madam Lu's grandmother, Mrs. Xu, has also been taking care of Madam Lu, so Madam Lu has the opportunity to control the internal storage, and the people in the harem do not dare to act rashly.

However, Mrs. Xu also passed away two years ago, so someone was ready to take action, and even the year before last, someone took away the internal storage.

But that’s because the internal storage library has long been in the red, and Madam Lu was struggling to support it. Later, they robbed it and found that it would be a dead end if they continued to operate it, so they quickly invited Madam Lu back to take the blame.”

Hearing this, Zhang Heng finally understood: "So, if there is no shopping mall, shopkeeper Lu may still be able to control the internal storage warehouse, but with the shopping mall, others see that there is profit, so they plan to take it.

?”

Hou Junping smiled bitterly and said, "Isn't that the truth?"

Zhang Heng pondered for a moment and said, "What does Shopkeeper Hou mean?"

Hou Junping smiled bitterly and said: "I hope Sanlang can advise Madam Lu. Her arms can't twist her thighs. If you have to retreat, you should retreat. If you retreat, you may have a good death. Every girl should choose a husband carefully and live a happy life."

Isn’t it nice to live a normal life? If we have to fight, who knows what will happen in the end?”

Zhang Heng whispered: "Who is the opponent?"

Hou Junping pointed to the sky and whispered: "Empress Cao and Uncle Cao's family."

"Hiss!" Zhang Heng took a breath of cold air.

Hou Junping had a bitter look on his face: "So, no matter how you fight, no matter how you fight, it's just a cricket that shakes the tree. Back then, Wet Nurse Xu was here, and everyone gave us some face, but now it's different from the past. If we continue to fight... I'm afraid...

It won’t end well.”

Zhang Heng smiled bitterly and said: "So Shopkeeper Hou wants me to persuade Madam Lu not to fight? But what virtue and ability do I have? How can I make Madam Lu listen to my advice?"

Hou Junping's usually cloudy eyes suddenly became sparkling. He looked at Zhang Heng and said, "Ms. Lu treats you differently..."

"Huh?" Zhang Heng raised his head.

Hou Junping smiled and said: "Don't get me wrong, Sanlang, I don't mean that, but Madam Lu does appreciate you very much.

Madam Lu appreciates your talent in business and poetry very much.

This time you took the test to understand Duke Yuan. Madam Lu was very happy for a long time.

Mrs. Lu liked the story you wrote about "When will the bright moon come" very much and talked about it for several days.

Of course it should be because I think of my mother and grandma.

But I can see Madam Lu’s appreciation for you, so if you try to persuade her, she should be able to listen.”

Zhang Heng nodded: "Ms. Lu, do you really have no chance at all?"

Hou Junping shook his head and said: "In fact, the ownership of the inner treasure is just a word from the nobles. The nobles are just afraid of the officials, fearing that the officials will suddenly think of it one day and become dissatisfied.

But it's just dissatisfaction. Can the official family have a quarrel with the master of the harem because of a dead wet nurse and a sister who is not related by blood?

Therefore, by voluntarily giving up, Madam Lu may get something according to her own ideas. If she cannot see the general trend clearly, when others take action, the method may not be too gentle."

Zhang Heng suddenly said: "If I were that noble man, I would have three options. One would be to find a descendant of the Cao family to marry Madam Lu. Madam Lu is a member of the Cao family, so the internal treasury will naturally be under the control of the Cao family;

One trick is to marry Mrs. Lu to an insignificant person, and then directly take back the internal storage library;

Another trick is to make Madam Lu lose her reputation and become a slut that everyone despises, and then the royal family takes action to take back the internal storage library."

Hou Junping's eyes widened, he gave a thumbs up and said, "Sanlang knows how to fight."

He sighed and said: "The first two moves are enough, but if we really force others to use the third move, it will be out of control."

Zhang Heng nodded and thought for a while before saying: "I have a poem, please tell Shopkeeper Hou to tell it to Mrs. Lu."

Hou Junping made a sound, and said hurriedly: "I can't remember it, I'd better find paper and pen, no, Sanlang should write it down, right?"

Zhang Heng couldn't help laughing: "Okay, then write it down."

The two came to Hou Junping's office. Paper, pen and ink were all ready. Hou Junping spread out the paper and said, "Sanlang, please."

Zhang Heng sat down, picked up the pen and licked the ink, then gently smoothed the tip of the pen, thought for a moment, and started writing slowly and leisurely. A line of running script that was both serious and playful appeared on the screen.

On yellow rice paper.

Hou Junping's eyes lit up when he saw this: "Sanlang's handwriting is very dignified. Did you learn this post from Wang Xizhi's Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection?"

Zhang Heng smiled and said: "I first studied Duobao Pagoda Stele, then transferred to Lanting Collection, and recently I am studying Ouyang Xun's Thousand Character Classic."

Hou Junping frowned: "Sanlang, the order of learning calligraphy is not quite right, isn't it? They say you should learn Wei Stele first, then Tang Kai, and then learn running script. But your order is reversed."

Zhang Heng said with a smile: "I'm not too obsessed with calligraphy. I just want it to be more beautiful, so I took some shortcuts..."

Of course Zhang Heng would not say that it was because he was late in learning calligraphy, so he could only fool around and start directly with running script. This way he could write faster in normal times and be easier to fool around in exams.

After hearing what Zhang Heng said, Hou Junping had no choice but to shut up. He himself admitted that he had taken a shortcut, so what could he say.

But he still refused to give up: "...If it is possible, it is better to completely study Wei Stele and Tang Kai, so that the law will be more..."

Then he shut up again, because of the strict laws, but Zhang Heng did it.

In this case, his attention shifted to the words.

"Hmm... Dingfenpai, on May 7th, it rained in the forest of Fayun Temple. The rain gear went first, and everyone in the group was embarrassed. I didn't realize it, but it cleared up, so I wrote this word for it."

This should be the background information before the word, but what does it mean to write this?

He then looked down.

"Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not whistling and walking slowly. The bamboo stick and mango shoes are lighter than the horse, who is afraid? You can live your whole life in the misty rain..."

Hou Junping's eyes suddenly lit up.

The image is very strong.

Just like this, in Hou Junping's mind, a young man dressed in coarse linen clothes walked through the bamboo forest. The heavy rain came down the forest, making a rustling sound. The young man was not frightened, and he walked slowly and screamed all the way, walking calmly and smoothly.

Yi, an image that is not shaken by worries at all, comes to mind.

Hou Junping looked back hurriedly, and Zhang Heng had already put down his pen, so he could see the whole picture.

"The cool spring breeze blows me away from my drunkenness. It's slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly. Looking back to the bleak place where I came from, there is neither wind, rain nor sunshine when I return."

A kind of open-mindedness permeated Hou Junping's whole body, and he even felt a sudden enlightenment. He looked back on the ups and downs he had gone through in his life and all the suffering he had experienced before, and his face felt relieved.

Yes, when I look back at the desolate place I came from, there is neither wind nor rain nor sunshine when I return.

Hou Junping looked at Zhang Heng, his eyes full of admiration. He didn't know what this young man had experienced. He was a young man, or a proud Jie Yuangong. He didn't know why he had this kind of sentiment. What kind of ideological realm was this?

It's so high that even an old man like me, who has experienced countless ups and downs, can't reach it.
To be continued...