Late Ming Dynasty: Oops, I am surrounded by the Donglin Party

After the father and son entered the military camp, the only two servants, a doorman and a cook, were also kicked out by Sun Weifan.

Today, the Huaining Marquis Mansion is empty.

Although Sun Weifan was poor, he never borrowed money. Now he was burdened with a huge debt of 20,000 taels. For him, who did not like to owe money, it was impossible for him to have no pressure.

But so much time has passed, and Sun Weifan is actually no longer angry with his son. Now he is the Marquis of Huaining, and a good father will have a good son. After two major battles, his son also became an uncle.

Not only that, he also had military honors. What's more, others didn't know that Sun Weifan, as a relative of a noble, knew the importance of the position of the Prince's Guardian.

As long as we work hard, our Sun family will become prosperous sooner or later.

"I think so too. The dishes cooked by the chef at home are not as good as the food in our military camp. Hehe." Sun Dasheng thought of the past and agreed with his father with a little guilt.

"That's right, this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that not only can we get enough food here, but we also don't need to spend money.

My father’s salary is ninety taels a month. Based on this number, it would be one thousand and eighty taels a year.

If you are promoted to Lieutenant General, you will get 40 taels per month, which means 480 taels per year.

At this rate, it only takes us twelve years and eight months to pay back that guy Chen Yanzuo's money!

This does not include the salaries of our titles, but the court is in financial difficulties now and cannot pay them, so we should not make things difficult for His Majesty.

It'll only be twelve years, and by then we'll both be debt-free!"

Looking forward to a life without debts, Sun Weifan was full of energy, grinning as he rubbed his beloved horse with the brush in his hand.

Sun Dasheng felt a little sad and whispered:

"Dad, Chen Tao said it was just 20,000 taels of silver. He said that he would go back and talk to his dad to forgive him.

Chen Tao's father is very rich, and these 20,000 taels of silver are no different to his family than our 1,000 taels of silver."

This is what Chen Tao told him when they were drinking last night. As the last one to join the Second Sons Group, he attaches great importance to brotherhood.

Especially after the baptism of war, many people died in the battle, which made him care more about the brothers around him.

Chen Tao knew that Marquis Huaining never did business, so his family had always been in financial difficulty, so he told Sun Dasheng about this.

But who knew that as soon as Sun Dasheng finished speaking, Sun Weifan frowned, threw the brush in his hand to the ground, and said angrily:

"This is a matter between your father and his father. You two kids don't need to get involved. It's only natural to pay back debts. Don't embarrass the reputation of our Sun family.

If that's true, won't I, your father, have to bow my head to Marquis Taining whenever I see him in the future?

If you met Chen Tao, would you feel guilty about it?"

After Sun Weifan finished speaking, he picked up the brush on the ground and continued to care for his beloved horse. While brushing, he said:

"My son is still young. Dad knows that you have a good relationship with Chen Tao and the Marshal, but remember, no matter how good the relationship is, you must not forget the principles when doing things. No one owes anyone anything, and no one should do anything for anyone else."

Sun Weifan has always had a rough personality, but today he spoke in a rare serious and sincere manner.

"I understand. I'll tell Chen Tao later." Sun Dasheng also thought it made sense. After all, the two of them had similar personalities.

"That's right. Our Sun family is upright and self-reliant. Besides kneeling to heaven, earth, and His Majesty, we must keep our backs straight. Even if we die, we must keep our backs straight." Sun Weifan encouraged.

Sun Weifan quietly stuck out his tongue. He had recognized a godfather last night.

"But Dad, maybe it won't take that long. My eldest brother said last night that after we defeat the Jianlu bandits, he will bring me money.

My eldest brother said that those who only harm the common people in the Ming Dynasty to get money are cowards. He said that there is countless silver overseas, and he has a way to make sure that we can’t spend it all. "

Upon hearing this, Sun Weifan stopped moving the brush in his hand.

He kicked his beloved horse on the butt. The warhorse snorted, seemingly unhappy about the sudden fall from favor, and went to the stable to find hay.

Sun Weifan looked at his son seriously, put his rough hand on his shoulder, and said carefully:

"Our Marshal's words are always reliable. The Sun family can have a bright future, all thanks to the Marshal's support.

Although I, your father, am not in charge of state affairs, I know that you were able to get the position of Prince Taibao because His Majesty trusts you and loves you and his people.

My son, remember, no matter when, you must follow the Marshal's steps. If the Marshal tells you to go east, you cannot go west.

In this way, our Sun family will surely prosper forever, and you and I, father and son, will be able to create a great story in our Ming Dynasty."

Sun Weifan firmly believed that Zhang Shikang had a way to make money. Zhang Shikang had created too many impossible things under his nose.

Sun Dasheng also agreed with it, nodded his head like pounding garlic, and then said with a sly smile:

"What if the Marshal teaches his son to recognize his godfather?"

Sun Weifan's brows suddenly frowned.

"Nonsense! How old is the Marshal? How could this be possible?"

After saying this, he realized that his son was bluffing him, and immediately became furious:

"Good boy, you dare to deceive your father, watch out!"

……

The Xishan Camp was not far from the capital, and riding fast horses, the group entered Beijing in less than half an hour.

The Grand Marshal took the lead, and Cao Bianjiao, who was in charge of guarding the capital, dared not stop him. He shouted that he would treat Zhang Shikang to a drink, but in the end, he only saw Zhang Shikang's horse's butt and rode away in a cloud of dust.

However, Cao Bianjiao was not angry. Zhang Shikang was appointed as the Grand Marshal of the Army by the Emperor. He was happier than anyone else when he heard the news.

Years of experience have taught him that only if his thighs are thick and hard enough will he be more useful in the future.

But it must be said that Cao Bianjiao was a little confused about his current situation. He had been on duty in the capital for two months. Could it be that the Marshal wanted to bring him back to the Beijing Camp?

Zhang Shikang and his brothers were galloping on horseback in the capital. Passers-by along the way stopped to look at them and saluted. As young men, they were naturally very proud.

They ran all the way to Chang'an Avenue, and then everyone said goodbye one after another.

When they arrived at the Duke of England's mansion, Zhang Zhiji happened to be at home. When Sun saw Zhang Shikang, her eyes turned red with joy. Zhang Shize and Zhang Jingyi were also very happy, but Zhang Zhiji seemed to be worried about something.

The long military career has made Zhang Shikang more stable, at least in terms of temperament.

No, at least he can control it and change his temperament into this.

Zhang Shize felt very relieved about this. Now that his younger brother also had a title, and it was a hereditary marquis, he, as his elder brother, could finally rest assured.

Zhang Jingyi hadn't seen his third brother for a long time, and he obediently brought a cup of tea to Zhang Shikang.

"Oh, you are a sensible girl. I tell you, I met a real martial arts master during this expedition.

Good fellow, he can jump ten feet high. How about it, do you want to learn? I'll ask him to teach you."

Zhang Shikang knew that his sister was born rebellious and was obsessed with martial arts. When he saw Zhang Xiuqing's skills during this expedition, he was amazed.

He had already made an appointment with Zhang Xiuqing to come to his house in the next two days. He wanted to learn the Longhua Fist and the cool Jianming moves.

Zhang Jingyi didn't take it seriously, maintaining her dignity on the surface, and whispered to Zhang Shikang:

"Tsk, what kind of master is that? Brother, you don't know that Huaining Hou found me a very powerful master who can also fly over eaves and walk on walls.

And it’s beautiful.”

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