Just when the young couple quietly exchanged glances.

Zhang Huizhi asked the simple woman: "Mother Yun, where is Fu'er?"

The woman lowered her eyebrows and said: "Fu'er took a nap for a while at noon, and then continued the homework assigned to him by the husband in the morning. He did it for an hour. After finishing it, he practiced calligraphy quietly in the north room. He has written until now and waited for the husband to continue the assignment.

homework……"

"Let him continue practicing calligraphy."

"yes."

The simple woman responded and stepped back.

Zhang Huizhi turned his head and looked in the direction of the north room for a while. There was a dull boy looming inside the door with his head down copying books and practicing calligraphy.

The young Confucian scholar from Siqi Academy was quiet for a moment, then turned to look in the direction of the kitchen on the west side.

There, a few poor old servants with missing arms, legs or disfigured faces got busy at the greetings of the simple women passing by, chopping wood, boiling water, getting wine and cooking.

From time to time there were gasping and coughing sounds.

Zhao Rong seemed to have noticed the movement in the kitchen. He glanced at one of the old servants who seemed to have been disfigured by the fire and was coughing due to firewood smoke.

The disfigured old servant seemed to be suffering from a serious respiratory illness. From time to time he took out a copper pipe with a pipe hanging on it, took a few puffs, and breathed a sigh of relief with his face flushed.

Several other old servants are similar, each has his or her own faults and is dying of age.

"Brother Hui, if you don't want to worry about all the food and drinks, let's have a few drinks and chat. Besides, we have other things to do later, so we won't stay at Brother Hui's place for dinner."

Zhao Rong couldn't help but give a sincere suggestion.

Zhang Huizhi seemed to have come to his senses and withdrew his gaze from the kitchen. Then he looked at Zhao Rong in a daze for a while and shook his head firmly.

"Tzuyu finally came to my brother's place...he must have a good drink and good food...otherwise, brother, he will feel guilty. Tzuyu can just enjoy it in peace and don't have to worry about the kitchen, Zhuojing will settle down on his own.

"

He raised his half-lidded eyes, fully woke up from the drowsiness of his recent sleep, and comforted Zhao Rong.

The latter took a look at the sky and saw that there was still some time before the afternoon scheduled time.

"Okay, then I'll listen to my brother Hui."

Zhao Rong smiled.

At this time, Xiao Qian'er, who was standing behind him, quietly pinched the soft flesh of Zhao Rong's waist, and then, without getting any reaction from him, she hummed and walked towards the kitchen.

"I'm going to help Sister Yun Niang."

Hum, in the past, she was no longer polite and virtuous in front of outsiders. Brother Rong'er just selectively ignored her and even brought out "other people's wives"...

Xiao Qian'er is a little aggrieved.

Zhao Rong made a slight 'hiss' sound in his mouth. The little girl was neither gentle nor heavy. He would have to reward her little butt twice as much.

He thought to himself and glanced at the back of the little girl who secretly and stubbornly ran to the kitchen to help.

"Tzuyu, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Huizhi glanced at the young Confucian scholar's face and expressed concern.

"Ah, it's nothing. By the way, what were we talking about just now?"

Zhao Rong looked back and changed the topic.

Zhang Huizhi did not answer at first, but picked up the wine pot on the table and handed a pot to Zhao Rong.

Sitting on the couch under the bamboo forest, in the autumn breeze, two academicians each held a pot of exotic wine and raised their hands to invite each other.

"Tzuyu praised me for cultivating myself and managing my family, but I am ashamed of myself as a brother."

"What should we not do? We Confucian scholars care about others. The first thing is to be thick-skinned. After receiving praise, we should be humble again, but we can't be really humble. We have to think in our hearts, 'Who doesn't know?'

Of course, you can’t say it verbally, but what if it happens?”

“…”

"Tzuyu is so witty."

"I wouldn't tell most people this secret. Come on, let's go together."

“…”

A crisp sound of wine glasses clashing sounded on the table.

“Hiss…this wine from Huizhixiong’s house is spicy enough!”

"This is hometown wine brewed by an old servant in a humble house. Does Brother Ziyu like it?"

"Not bad, it tastes good. The last time I drank this kind of wine was..."

"Oh? Are you here?"

The young Confucian scholar nodded, "Last time."

Zhang Huizhi: “…”

Wearing a black Confucian robe, he was speechless for a moment, then nodded and said: "Tzuyu, if you like, wait a minute, the old servant at home will bring you a special dish."

"Oh? Then I have to give it a try."

Zhang Huizhi nodded, glanced at him, and suddenly said:

"Tzuyu, can you show me the jade on your waist?"

Qingjun's jade token? This is not okay. If she knew that another man touched her jade token, she would definitely be angry.

The young Confucian scholar wanted to shake his head, but after touching the object hanging on his waist, he asked again, "Which jade is Brother Hui talking about?"

Zhang Huizhi stretched out his hand and pointed at the Linlu jade wall around Zhao Rong's waist, staring at it, "This is the jade wall with this identity. My brother also has a Si Qi one. I want to see the difference."

Zhao Rong was slightly stunned and nodded happily, "In this case, no problem."

He untied the jade wall from his waist and handed it to Zhang Huizhi.

The latter took it and at the same time took off his own Siqi identity jade wall, lowered his head and looked at it together.

Zhao Rong didn't think much and smiled, "Actually, there's not much difference. I've seen the Jade Wall of Scholars from Siqi Academy before. They all have the same function, identification... a life-saving thing in times of danger... to facilitate the location of the academy teachers.

The position mark... In addition, I heard that some fellow scholars will also temper it as a life object, but this scholar's jade wall is only temporary and is not convenient for tempering. "

He paused, then laughed and said:

"Speaking of which, I passed through Zhongnan Mountain before and got a piece of Lantian Spiritual Jade from a good friend, which can be used to temper the scholar's jade wall. I have been keeping it in my bag to eat ashes..."

"I heard from Wen Ruo that his Lantian Lingyu is highly sought-after among the scholars at Siqi Academy. I don't know if it's true."

Zhang Huizhi temporarily put down the jade wall in his hand and raised his head, "Oh? This Brother Wenruo that Ziyu is talking about is the new head of the Lin family in Lanxi, Zhongnan...Lin Wenruo?"

Zhao Rong nodded and said with a smile:

"It's him. Does Brother Hui know him?"

He said, paused, and nodded: "Yes, Wen Ruo is also from Siqi Academy. It's not surprising that Brother Hui knows him. The Siqi scholar Yubi I met before belongs to Wen Ruo. At that time, I also asked him

When I asked for it, I looked left and right and took a good look. Now that I have Linlu Yubi, I find that they are all the same."

PS: Brothers, refresh it around three o'clock in the morning.

In addition, the last chapter went into a small dark room, and it was a little short when I came out. This chapter will fill in the words...
Chapter completed!