Grass and mustard reign supreme

Chapter 144 Time waits for no one
Yu Xinglong has always been physically weak and has only ever drunk a little alcohol, but tonight he was unusually drunk.

The charcoal fire in the west warm pavilion was burning brightly, and the aroma of wine mixed with incense swirled between the carved window frames. Looking at the table laden with delicacies, he was struck by a bizarre and unsettling feeling:

He is the most tempting dish!
He was being stared at intently by Suo Hong and the third brother, Yu Xiaobao. The greed in their eyes was colder than chopsticks, as if they wanted to tear him apart and devour him at any moment.

The clinking of glasses was filled with insincere pretense and evasiveness.

Every seemingly warm greeting from the other party hides a probing hook.

Every toast is accompanied by the weight of calculation.

The sensation was like swallowing shards of glass, both stinging his throat and causing the anger in his chest to surge upwards, burning so intensely that his fingertips trembled.

In stark contrast to his melancholy, Yu Xiaobao, who was drinking with him, was genuinely enjoying himself.

After three glasses of strong liquor, Yu Xiaobao's face was flushed, as if he had finally grasped the true meaning of life.

In his mind, his older brothers had taken advantage of his young age to seize the Yu family property that rightfully belonged to him.

This idea had lingered in his mind for over a decade and had long since become an undeniable fact.

He has always been like this: if things don't go well, it's because heaven doesn't bless him, earth doesn't tolerate him, and everyone else has wronged him, but he himself is completely blameless.

His elder brothers owed him, the Yu family owed him, and now that he can't turn things around, he might as well take it all back with a clear conscience.

When he was short of money, he would go to his two elder brothers' homes to beg for money; if they refused, he, Third Master Leopard, had plenty of ways to deal with it: he would bring his family and block their doors to see who could outlast whom.

The Third Master Leopard, who had "figured it out," drank more and more heartily, his laughter ringing out.

The two brothers, one drowning his sorrows in alcohol and the other using it to liven up his spirits, each with their own thoughts, ended up getting completely drunk.

As the effects of intoxication washed over him, Yu Xinglong had just settled into the bed when he heard the butler Deng Xun's urgent calls from outside the door.

Yu Xinglong felt a chill run down his spine, and the effects of the alcohol immediately dissipated.

Deng Xun had followed him for thirty years and was the most steady and reliable person. Unless it was an emergency, he would never disturb Deng Xun's rest in the middle of the night.

"Prepare the lamps."

He gave orders to the young and beautiful concubine who was warming his bed, and casually grabbed his outer robe and put it on.

When he sat down in the small study under the lamp, he turned his head slightly, and the frost on his temples was translucent in the candlelight, making his haggard face appear even more deeply wrinkled.

"It's so late, what's going on?"

Deng Xun's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement: "Master, tonight I went to see Yang Can, the head steward of the eldest branch of the family."

I intended to discuss the festive arrangements for tomorrow's New Year with him, but I happened to stumble upon him drinking with Li Youcai, the foreign affairs steward.

The scoundrel overheard every word of their conversation.

Yu Xinglong's heart sank, and he involuntarily leaned forward, his knuckles clenching until they turned white: "What were they talking about?"

Ever since his trusted confidant He Youzhen betrayed him, he had become extremely sensitive to the disloyalty of his retainers. At the slightest disturbance, he would be as anxious as a frightened bird.

An aging lion not only fears the covetousness of external enemies, but also dreads the abandonment and betrayal of its pride.

"It was Li Zhi who first mentioned that the Suo family had interfered in the business, which caused many of our Yu family's retainers to be dissatisfied."

As they talked, the conversation drifted to the relative strengths and weaknesses of the Eight Great Families of Guanzhong, and then Yang Can said something.

"Master, Steward Yang's words were truly insightful!" Deng Xun said eagerly.

Having worked as a housekeeper for half his life, his memory was already superb. Even though he had only heard it once, his retelling was exactly the same as Yang Can's original words.

Yu Xinglong initially just lowered his eyes and remained calm, thinking it was just two subordinates gossiping in their spare time, and that Deng Xun was making a mountain out of a molehill.

But as he listened, his eyelashes suddenly trembled, and his eyes gradually opened wider and wider. The gloom in his eyes was gradually dispelled, and a clear light shone through.

Yang Can's words were like a warm spring breeze, gently touching the deepest folds of his heart; every word resonated with him.

Among the eight powerful clans of Guanzhong, the Yu clan has always been the weakest, and even the Yu clan itself has acknowledged this weakness.

Having grain is the foundation of a powerful family's survival, but lacking a strong army is like a child carrying gold in a bustling market—dazzlingly rich, yet utterly powerless to protect himself.

He spent his whole life figuring out how to protect the farmland left by his ancestors.

But he never imagined that this seemingly passive "grain" could turn into a sharp blade that strikes at the weak points of others.

Yu Xinglong was well aware of the strengths and weaknesses of the eight valves.

Those insights were scattered throughout the trivialities of the past years, and I could only grasp a little bit of them when I encountered problems. I had never systematically sorted them out like this before.

He had experience but lacked the ability to summarize it; Yang Can, on the other hand, could analyze the lifeline and hidden dangers of each family in a clear and insightful manner, even in casual conversation.

Yu Xinglong was naturally unaware that Yang Can's insightful views would become nothing more than idle gossip in later generations.

Military strategy and tactics, as well as the art of managing people, were treasures passed down secretly by aristocratic families in this era, but in later generations with readily available information, they have long been public knowledge.

When people discuss current affairs in a group chat, out of a hundred people, at least ten will come up with the titles of "great statesmen, great military strategists, and economists."

However, these people have only indirectly learned "induction" but have neither experience nor practical skills, so it's hard to say how good they are at in actual practice.

Some people, once given the opportunity to practice, can quickly transform the "induction" they have indirectly mastered into practical skills, but most people are still just talking theory.

But Yu Xinglong didn't know that Yang Can's remarks, in Yu Xinglong's eyes, made him a rare genius.

"Master, this was just a casual remark from him; he didn't think deeply or discuss it in detail, yet he has such insights!"

Deng Xun's voice was trembling with tears: "The most important thing is that we can tell from his words that he has no good feelings towards the Suo family at all, but is extremely optimistic about the future of our Yu family."

Sir, the attitude a person reveals unintentionally is the truest!

At this point, tears welled up in his eyes.

Yu Xinglong understood why Deng Xun was so excited.

Deng Xun was a servant he had raised himself, more caring than his own son. Deng Xun knew better than anyone the torment he had endured over the years.

The eldest son, Chengye, died young, leaving behind a carefully cultivated heir.

Although the second son, Chenglin, regained his status as an adopted son, he was still too young to support the large Yu family.

As for his own ailing health, he might collapse at any time.

By then, the second branch of the Yu family, Yu Henghu, is ambitious, the third branch, Yu Xiaobao, is stupid and wicked, and all the relatives and retainers of the family are harboring opportunistic intentions. It is hard to say whether Chenglin can successfully succeed to the throne, and he may not even be able to save his life.

These fears weighing on his heart were unknown to others, but how could Deng Xun not understand them?

In particular, He Youzhen's betrayal became the final piece of the puzzle that snapped his heartstrings, and his anxiety suddenly reached its peak.

His current idea of ​​starting anew and supporting a group of young people stems from this.

Now, he has suddenly discovered a young man who is loyal to him and has great talent.

If he is carefully nurtured and quickly acquires the power to protect the emperor, then...

If I really can't wait for Chenglin to grow up in the future, this person will be the most reliable minister to entrust the young master to.

Such judgment and choice may seem somewhat hasty to outsiders.

In an era where literacy is a rarity, anyone with such vision and perspective proves they have inherited a lineage and truly possess this ability.

Moreover, Yang Can had already demonstrated his extraordinary abilities by resolving the deadlock between the six villages and three herdsmen without bloodshed in the previous incident at Feng'an Village.

These words only further highlighted his vision and potential, and elevated his talent to a higher level.

Deng Xun was loyal but incompetent. He was good enough to be a steward, but not capable enough to shoulder the heavy responsibility of protecting the young master.

Now that he has found such a suitable candidate, how could he not be moved to tears?
"Master, this is a talented person that Young Master Chengye left behind for you and the Yu family, as he is watching from heaven!"

As Deng Xun spoke, tears streamed down his face.

He genuinely felt both gratified and heartbroken for his master.

These words, like a fine needle, unexpectedly pierced Yu Xinglong's weak spot.

Chengye, his good son!

This time last year, that child was helping him with the New Year's Day preparations, greeting and seeing off guests with impeccable manners, but now...

He blinked hard, forcing back the tears welling up, and his blurred vision cleared again:

"Little Deng, what do you think about appointing him as the lord of Shanggui City?"

Deng Xun looked up abruptly, his face full of astonishment: "Master, isn't this promotion too fast?"

"Time waits for no one."

Yu Xinglong sighed softly, his voice filled with weariness and determination: "Can you understand?"

Every night before I go to sleep, I think about what will happen to Chenglin if I never wake up again.
What should the Yu family do?
In this world, who is there left that I can truly trust?

He didn't mention the schemes of Suo Hong and Yu Xiaobao at the banquet tonight, not because he didn't trust Deng Xun, but because the humiliation was too much to bear.

He was like an old lion, exuding a heavy aura of death, yet he had not yet fallen. Vultures and lizards were already lurking nearby, waiting to devour his flesh and blood.

He was so ashamed of his humiliation that he didn't even dare to mention it to his closest butler.

“At least someone like Yang Can has no roots in my Yu family, and I supported him personally.”

Before he becomes the second He Youzhen, he will surely be loyal to me.

Yu Xinglong's tone was resolute.

Deng Xun fell silent.

He knew that the master was anxious, but Li Lingxiao, the lord of Shanggui City, had not made any mistakes. Such a hasty replacement would inevitably chill the heart of the old minister.

It might even... push those who are watching to the sidelines to join the camp of Dailai City.

After a long pause, he carefully spoke: "The master's concerns are not without merit."

Why not send Yang Can to Shanggui as deputy city lord, give him some time, and let him gradually take over?

These words made Yu Xinglong chuckle, as Shanggui City had never had a deputy city lord position.

Sending someone like this out of the blue is clearly an attempt to replace him.

This is nothing more than a fig leaf compared to directly replacing Li Lingxiao; it's actually more disheartening.

He waved his hand, his tone leaving no room for argument: "No need to beat around the bush, it's settled then."

"By the way, have you made any progress on the suitable candidate I asked you to find?"

Deng Xun replied helplessly, "I dare not neglect the orders given by the master."

Having assessed their abilities and investigated their backgrounds, seven people have been identified as capable of making the final decision, and Yang Can is among them.

Yu Xinglong stood up and paced slowly in the study. The candlelight cast his long shadow on the plaque on the wall that read "Maintaining the Status Quo".

These two characters were written by his father, and he guarded them his whole life, but now he has to rely on a young man to break the deadlock.

"Select the two most capable ones and transfer them to Yang Can's command to assist him. I want them to become capable as soon as possible."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried immense power.

His frail, sick body, his young child, and the lurking dangers around him left him no room for further delay.

Deng Xun's heart skipped a beat, and he bowed respectfully: "Yes! I will make arrangements immediately after New Year's Day!"

……

The festive atmosphere of this era has already faintly taken on some of the charm of later generations, yet it is also wrapped in a roughness that suits the current era.

The cold wind in the Wei River Valley swirled with snowflakes, hitting my face like fine sand, stinging my skin with a chilling pain.

Luo Meier pulled her fox fur collar tighter and finally caught sight of the majestic city walls of Shanggui.

The bluish-gray city bricks gleamed from the wind and snow, and the lanterns hanging under the city gate swayed in the wind.

As she traveled westward along the Wei River, she saw the loess slopes of Longzhou and traversed the frosty post road of Qinzhou. After eight days of travel, she finally stepped into the city on New Year's Eve.

The locals call this place "Tianshui City", but according to the Yu family's administrative system, it should be strictly called "Shanggui".

Tianshui is a general term encompassing the main city of Shanggui and the surrounding villages and towns for dozens of miles, much like the lanterns on the city gates right now, illuminating one place and warming a whole area.

As she led her mount through the city gate, Luo Meier glanced deliberately in the northwest direction.

As dusk deepened, the continuous mountain shadows appeared and disappeared in the twilight.

An old man driving a cart nearby said that that was Phoenix Mountain, which locals also call Guifeng Mountain.

“In spring, summer, and autumn, if you walk along the north bank of the Wei River, you can reach the base of the mountain in less than an hour,”

The old man's words still echoed in her ears: "The roads are slippery in the twelfth lunar month, and it takes two or three hours to walk along the mountain path."

Luo Meier sneered as she looked at the mountain shadow, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the hilt of her sword at her waist: "This young lady is magnanimous, I'll let you have a good New Year first. After the New Year... hmph."

She patted the horse's neck, took the reins, and followed the crowd into the city.

Most of the shops along the street had their doors boarded up, and peach wood charms were hung on the doors.

Only a few stalls selling New Year's goods on the street corner were still open, with stall owners wrapped in clothes calling out their wares and occasionally rubbing their frozen, red hands.

Luo Meier paid no attention to these things. Her gaze swept past the signboard at the alley entrance and she walked straight toward a courtyard with a wooden sign that read "Tianshui Inn".

This inn looks quite spacious, with four lamps hanging under the porch and peach wood charms tied to the eaves to ward off evil spirits; it should be quite comfortable to stay here.

As soon as I stepped across the threshold, I saw the shopkeeper leading two waiters to move a table. The table was polished to a shine and set with dried fruit, candied fruit, and a pot of bubbling yellow wine.

“This is a ritual to worship the God of the Road!” a merchant wearing a felt hat said with a smile.

He had just checked in, his luggage still leaning against the corner of the wall: "The old shopkeeper does this every year, praying for our safety as travelers and for his business to prosper."

The shopkeeper was a round-faced man wearing a dark blue robe, who was respectfully burning incense.

The smoke from the burning incense sticks rose gently into the warm air as he muttered incantations, nothing more than auspicious phrases like "May the God of the Road protect you" and "May guests bring wealth."

Several travelers joined in the fun and stepped forward to add incense. One of them, a scholar in a blue robe, straightened his clothes and bent over to offer incense with his back ramrod straight, appearing even more devout than the innkeeper.

Just as the incense was placed, the shopkeeper turned his head and saw Luo Meier. His eyes lit up immediately. A guest had come to the door at this time. Wasn't this a sign from the God of the Road?

He quickly rubbed his hands together and came forward: "Please come in, sir! There are three more rooms available, and the heated kang beds are all warm!"

Luo Meier naturally chose the most expensive room. The price of the room had increased by 30% during the holiday, but she didn't even lift her eyelids when she took out her money.

Miss Luo has been very frugal along the way.

After entering the room, Luo Meier first ordered a bowl of hot soup noodles and then asked the waiter to prepare hot water.

She had been dressed as a man for many days, and the cloth strips binding her chest made her feel suffocated. Now, after closing the door, she loosened her collar and let out a long breath.

The waiter brought the noodles with light steps, unlike the usual hasty ones at an inn. He must have been extra attentive because he saw how generous she was.

After a bowl of hot noodle soup, all the chill in my body dissipated.

After the servants brought over the bathtub and poured in steaming hot water, Luo Meier soaked comfortably for half an hour.

As I dressed again and called for the servants to remove the bath tub, I heard the distant sound of a clapperboard outside the window—it was the third watch of the night on New Year's Eve.

Luo Meier changed into a loose-fitting moon-white straight robe and stopped binding her chest. She had been wearing it for too long while walking, so couldn't she relax a bit at night?
But just as she was about to pull back the covers to rest, there was a knock on the door.

The innkeeper's booming voice rang out like a tolling bell: "Dear guests, it's time to stay up all night!"
The shop has boiled dumplings and warmed up some good wine; everyone come out and join the fun!

As Luo Meier hesitated, the knocking became more urgent. It was the same waiter who had delivered the noodles earlier: "Brother Luo, come out quickly! Everyone's waiting!"

Luo Meier reluctantly got up to open the door, and was about to politely refuse when an old man in brown clothes pulled her out.

The old man's beard still smelled of alcohol, and when he laughed, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes crinkled together.

"Young man, why are you even more dull than this old man?"

Staying up late on New Year's Eve is all about the lively atmosphere. Even when we're away from home, we're still family. Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Luo Meier instinctively pressed her hand to her chest, and just as she was about to break free, she was pulled out of the room, her steps faltering.

Just then, the door to the opposite room opened, and a young man dressed in a blue cloth shirt was being half-pulled and half-persuaded out by the innkeeper.

The young man had an ordinary appearance, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but he was extremely strong. However, there was a helpless unease in his eyes, like a duck that had been forced onto a shelf.

"Shopkeeper, thank you for your kindness, but I'm a rather reserved person..."

His voice was soft, like a mosquito's buzz: "I prefer quiet, so I won't go?"

The innkeeper was busy attending to other customers and didn't hear what he was muttering at all. He just excitedly patted him on the shoulder and said, "Come on, it's lively outside!"

It was indeed lively outside; a bonfire had been lit in the front yard, its red flames licking at the thick firewood, sparks flying with crackling sounds.

The guests sat in a circle, including burly men in tight-fitting clothes, merchants wearing square scarves, and two actors carrying qin bags. At this moment, they all let go of their usual restraint and greeted each other with "Happy New Year" in a lively atmosphere.

Directly in front of me, a man with a goatee was reciting the Romance of the Three Kingdoms while striking a gavel.

He was telling a story from Chen Shou's Records of the Three Kingdoms, which is quite different from the later Romance of the Three Kingdoms. It is naturally not as exciting, but it has a unique flavor to listen to in this era.

Luo Meier didn't bind her chest, so wearing men's clothing made her look narrow-shouldered and thin-waisted, which made her feel particularly uncomfortable.

While everyone was focused on the speaker, she quietly slipped into a corner.

There was also a square table there, with melon seeds provided by the innkeeper, and the guests also put their own cakes and dried meat on it.

It's just that this spot isn't convenient for watching the performance, so everyone squeezed to the front.

As soon as Luo Meier sat down, she saw the young man from the opposite room slip over.

The man sat down gently on the bench next to her, letting out a long sigh of relief, clearly quite satisfied with the quiet corner.

Immediately, their eyes met, and both looked somewhat embarrassed.

Luo Meier pursed her lips and forced a dry laugh, "It's cold, want some tea to warm up?"

"Oh, oh! Okay."

The young man was taken aback for a moment, then realized what was happening when he saw the rough porcelain teapot on the table. He quickly picked up the pot, poured her a cup, and handed it to her with both hands, saying, "Please."

After saying that, he put down the teapot, unsure of what to do with his hands, and his eyes darted unnaturally toward the campfire, giving off a "don't talk to me" vibe.

Why is this person more shy than a young woman?
Luo Mei'er found it amusing, so she cupped her hands in greeting and said, "My name is Luo Mei, the Mei of plum blossom."

May I ask your honorable name, sir?

“My surname is Zhao, my given name is Chusheng, and I come from the land of Jin.”

When she asked him a question, the man answered helplessly, his voice still not loud, his fingers unconsciously picking at the edge of the table.

"It seems Brother Zhao doesn't like crowds?" Luo Meier picked up her teacup, took a sip, and couldn't help but frown.

It's the coarsest type of large-leaf tea, with a strong bitter taste and a weak flavor; it's really not a good tea.

Zhao Chusheng nodded, his cheeks slightly flushed: "I'm a bit of a dull person, not good at socializing. Please have some tea."

He pushed the teacup towards Luo Meier again, as if to say, "Focus on your tea and don't talk to me."

Luo Meier, ever mischievous, was determined to tease him. She warmed her hands with the teacup and asked with a smile:

"You're still traveling during the Spring Festival, Brother Zhao. Are you here to visit relatives or friends?"

Zhao Chusheng's shoulders, which had just relaxed, tensed up again as he stared at a fat man playing the pipa by the campfire, his expression brooding.

"Neither... I... came to find a fellow disciple, someone I've never met before."

"Fellow disciples?" Luo Meier raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Oh, we are all from the same master who passed down our skills."

Zhao Chusheng explained, "In my generation, I am the chief craftsman."

However, as fellow disciples scattered to different places to make a living, they had less and less contact with each other.

I'm not good at business, and I'm really sorry to my ancestors that the lineage is about to be lost.

I was looking for a fellow disciple who was eloquent and skilled at maintaining relationships.

"If he agrees, I'll give him my position as the head craftsman."

After saying that, he looked towards the campfire. Although there was a pillar blocking his view, he couldn't see the pipa player at all.

Luo Meier immediately understood that this young man was aloof and solitary.

With his personality, it would be really difficult for him to lead a group of fellow disciples.

In later generations, this person's personality could be summed up in two words: social anxiety.

Luo Meier had no interest in the pipa playing and singing by the campfire, but she didn't want to spoil the innkeeper's fun by leaving, so she could only keep chatting with him.

Seeing that he was deliberately putting on an act of "I'm focused on listening to someone play the pipa, don't talk to me," I couldn't help but laugh.

Luo Meier said, "Brother Zhao, aren't you curious to ask me why I came to Shanggui on New Year's Eve?"

"what?"

Zhao Chusheng didn't listen to the pipa at all; he reacted immediately as soon as Luo Meier spoke.

Zhao Chusheng quickly bowed to her and said apologetically, "I was rude. May I ask why you've been traveling so much, Brother Luo?"

Luo Meier gripped the teacup tightly with her fingertips: "Brother Zhao, you are visiting relatives and friends."

As for me, I've come seeking revenge.

"Seeking revenge?" Zhao Chusheng was taken aback. "Young man, you've made an enemy?"

“That’s right! I’m from Jiangnan and have never seen this person before, let alone offended him.”

Luo Meier gritted her teeth and said, "But this shameless scoundrel spreads rumors about me everywhere."

He made me lose face completely, and I can't even stay in my hometown anymore. I've come to Tianshui to settle the score with him.

Zhao Chusheng frowned, his dark face full of disapproval.

"Young brother, it is certainly hateful to slander someone's reputation, but it is not worth traveling thousands of miles for it."

Correcting wrongdoings should be based on righteousness, not on repaying evil with evil.

"So, according to you, Brother Zhao, I should just swallow my anger?" Luo Meier raised her eyebrows unhappily.

"no no!"

Zhao Chusheng blushed and hurriedly explained, "Young brother, if you use extreme means to retaliate, wouldn't that make the world think that you are really as the rumors say, which is why you are so angry?"

Young man, why don't you gather evidence and expose him publicly? This will not only clear your own name but also let the world know about his evil deeds. That would be the safest course of action.

"safe?"

Luo Meier scoffed: "It takes only a mouth to spread rumors, but it takes a lot of legwork to refute them. Why should I waste my energy and effort on his evil deeds?"

To deal with such a petty person, you have to use their methods!
I won't kill him, I won't curse him, I'll just cut out his tongue and break his hands, let's see if he can still spread rumors about me!

"This... an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, is a bit... too biased."

Zhao Chusheng strongly disagreed with her attitude and shook his head repeatedly.

"Biased? I've already been incredibly lenient by not killing him, haven't I?"

Zhao Chusheng was unimpressed. The young man in front of him had delicate features like a young lady, but his personality was just too...

Hmm? He does resemble Chu Mo from the same sect somewhat.

Thinking of this, Zhao Chusheng couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The Mohist sect split into three groups precisely because of their differing ideologies.

Even our own fellow disciples can't convince each other, so how can someone as inarticulate as me possibly convince outsiders?
I really... don't deserve to be a big shot!
I should have found a suitable fellow disciple sooner and given up this wretched position of the Grand Master.

Zhao Chusheng shook his head and said with a wry smile, "Forget it, let's not talk about such discouraging things during the New Year."

Seeing his expression, Luo Meier was amused.

Luo Meier picked up the teapot, poured him a cup of tea, and handed it to him, saying, "You're smart to know what's good for you."

By the way, what's your fellow disciple's name? Is it easy to find him in such a vast place like Tianshui?

Zhao Chusheng quickly took the teacup with both hands and casually replied, "Easy to find, easy to find."

My fellow disciple's name is Yang Can. He lives in a place called Feng'an Village, which is quite famous in the area and easy to find out about.

"Crack!"

Luo Meier's hand was resting on the teapot when it suddenly shattered, spilling tea all over the table.

Zhao Chusheng thought the teapot was of poor quality and had broken on its own, so he hurriedly moved aside and looked around for a rag.

Luo Meier pretended to be startled and quickly withdrew her hand, but clenched her fist as if she had been burned.

Yang Can, Yang Can!
You, surnamed Zhao, are clumsy with words, while he, surnamed Yang, is eloquent, right?

Sorry, you might have made a wasted trip!

Because soon his mouth won't be as fluent as yours!

(End of this chapter)