Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

People who had been bored for a whole winter all flocked to the streets, some looking for work, some setting up stalls. The skillful women put the bamboo baskets woven by the men in the winter and added their own cords and red twisted braids to them and arranged them all in order. You took a piece to put out the cured chicken, I took a piece to set up tables and chairs and cook wontons. It was very lively.

The mistress, who was being held and not allowed to land, was running. She was looking at the cured chicken and then craving the barbecue skewers. She stretched her nose and sniffed wildly, holding her thumb very enthusiastically, and her mouth was drooling like a flood.

"Uncle Zhang~~"

Zhang San was unmoved, "I don't want to see us go back..."

The four-year-old child was forced to hold back his saliva and chewed his thumb as if it were a chicken drumstick, "Xiao San wants to see it. I won't go back."

This cute look attracted praise from the onlookers.

"Don't make any noise, just do what the adults say!"

"It's so painful to see. I'd like to give the baby a braised chicken drumstick!"

"The kid is so young, yet he can still hold it in. The general is a good parent!"

"You're wrong. The last time the general took the young lady out, he even bought her preserved peaches himself! It was the general's wife who went out, so she didn't buy food for the little girl!"

……

It was at this time that Zhou Wuxie approached Zhang San. Zhang San, having received the courtesy from the newcomer, felt a bit of sympathy for Princess Changping's selfless devotion to enriching her family while impoverishing herself. "My Lord, is there something you need from me, Zhang?"

He walked straight towards him, his attitude humble. Zhang San naturally hugged the little bully tightly without leaving any trace, took a half step sideways, and made a slight figure eight with his feet, steadying his body and protecting his chassis.

In order to redeem Princess Changping, the Prince Consort's Mansion raised funds for three days, selling all their heirloom jewelry, furniture, cloth, porcelain and their last three estates, and finally managed to bring her back.

The Prince Consort's Mansion, which had already suffered heavy losses after two internal conflicts, was now at the end of its rope and released a group of maids and servants from the mansion who had sold their bodies. The maids from wealthy families had pretty faces, were literate, and were worldly-wise. They were well-fed and well-clothed all year round. Many of them were bought out of their bodies by Qin Er and sent to girls' schools. The fines collected were too high, so the mistress advocated the establishment of girls' schools so that ordinary people could send their daughters to study and learn to read.

Just like when the Qin family martial arts school was opened in the early days to train loyal and reliable soldiers for the generals, many Qin family disciples who graduated from the martial arts school have devoted themselves to the selection of sites and preparations for the establishment of the school.

Didn’t the old nobles of the previous dynasty look down on these barbarians from the north and the south who were raw meat eaters, bloodthirsty people, and couldn’t read a word of Mandarin and spoke haltingly? Now they even sent their daughters to school, to see who will be the real barbarian in the future!

Considering that the prince consort first took the initiative to report his wife's improper intentions, then worked hard to sell his property to raise a large fine, and today bowed to him and was particularly cooperative, Zhang San did not let the guards drive him away.

The mistress said that harmony brings wealth, so when wealth is brought in, we should be harmonious when meeting people.

"The good dynasty is gone, the old name has vanished into thin air. It's no use laughing at me."

Zhou Wuxie bowed slightly, speaking respectfully. "I ran into the general on the street today and learned that your wife is traveling. I wonder if you could ask the general to see her on my behalf?"

Before Zhang San could say anything, Xiao San, who was chewing on the "chicken leg" enthusiastically, raised her head and said with certainty and clear pronunciation, "Madam is mother!"

A crisp sound interrupted the conversation between the two men and drew their attention to themselves. Xiao San pulled out a chicken drumstick and pointed at the man and asked again: "Uncle Zhang, who is he!"

The chicken leg was wet, and Zhang San wiped it clean with a handkerchief. "He's also an uncle who's good at studying."

Nowadays, ability is respected. Most of them are older than the eldest brother, and they have followed Han Batian's example and lowered themselves to younger brothers, becoming uncles to the children.

"Can you write a lot? Like Master Xie?"

Xiao San was confused.

"Yes." Zhang San answered the curious baby, thought for a moment, and then threw the question back to his family, "Uncle wants to see your mother."

"Then go!"

The honest boy solved the case decisively.

So Zhang San took advantage of the situation and asked someone to go with him to East Street. "Madam, you are busy today. I need to ask for your permission first."

Zhou Wuxie hurriedly expressed his gratitude, "Wuxie thanks General Zhang first. It's Wuxie's fault for being rude. Madam's affairs take priority." He lowered his head and looked face to face with the pair of big eyes that fell on him. The child was pure and innocent, and he didn't dodge or avoid.

"The young master is extremely courageous and intelligent."

The parents are both extremely intelligent, and the baby born from this powerful union is even more naturally intelligent.

From a distance, Xiao San recognized the entrance to the shop where they had gotten off the carriage. Banners fluttered in the wind, and the names of "Qin" and "Ji" were particularly eye-catching. He tugged at Zhang San's collar and said, "Mom is there!"

"Xiao San, how do you know?"

Zhang San touched his head and found it was warm without sweat, so he felt relieved.

"Two home flags!"

As soon as she entered the bank, she followed the maid's signal and quickly ran up the stairs, heading for the high-rise elegant seat on the second floor. "Mother!"

Hearing the sound, Wangshu leaned against the second-floor railing and looked down. He was afraid that the little cannonball would hit him in the arms, so he put down his pen and stood up to meet him. But before he had taken two steps, someone hugged his thigh and said, "Mom!"

The loud cheers echoed upstairs and downstairs.

Zhang San approached and informed him of his request for an audience, adding, "They've searched you at the door."

Wangshu raised his eyebrows, pulled his son to sit on the low couch in the hall, pressed the finger he wanted to chew, agreed, and nodded.

There is no faster way to make money than to rob it. Looking at the huge amount of money, I'll chat with the sucker.

"I, Zhou Wuxie, greet the Madam! May the Madam be healthy and happy!"

He kept calling me a commoner.

Wangshu tilted his head and took a sip of the glutinous rice cake his son stuffed into his mouth, half covering his mouth. "Sit down. Watch the tea."

"Mom, Uncle Zhang said he is a good student." Xiao San ate cake with one hand and leaned on his mother's back with the other. He played with the pearl on his earlobe with his fingers, and turned around to meet Zhou Wuji, who was only sitting on half of the chair.

The light blue eyes shone like glass, and Zhou Wuxie always thought of another pair of calm and deep eyes, and his heart was confused for a while.

"Wu Xie is unworthy of General Zhang's praise."

Wangshu stood up straight, supporting the restless monkey behind him. "Uncle Zhang is right. As long as Xiaosan studies hard and asks questions, he will be great in the future."

By the way, he pua his youngest son so hard that his nose turned up in the air and he snorted.

"What does the Prince Consort want from me?"

The word "Prince Consort" came out of his mouth, and Zhou Wuxie couldn't help but be modest again. Wangshu heard that his father named him Wuxie, and he was expressing his loyalty in both open and covert ways. He was calm and composed. "My father hoped that you would think of innocence when you were young, and that the rest of your life would be like this? Prince Consort, you have achieved it."

He devoted himself to the Daliang Dynasty, mediated with all parties, and after many efforts, he was unable to save the collapsing empire. However, he was a man of insight and a hero, so he immediately tried to show his face in front of the new lord and show his loyalty at all times.

Yes, Wangshu knew very well why he came. He was born into a powerful family that had existed for hundreds of years in the previous dynasty. He was well-read and had a tall appearance. He was like a fish in water between the generals guarding the country and the emperor, and was always a trendsetter in the core power.

Princess Shang was in a prime time to show her talents and was promoted to a high position. However, when power shifted, people were not blindly loyal and turned to curry favor with Qin Xiuyuan, but she was never able to get his favor.

Thoughts are innocent, ideas are natural, actions are unstoppable, and life is consistent.

Zhou Wuxie was shocked. The woman's words seemed like a rhetorical question, yet they were firm and resolute, and they touched his heart. He paused, "Madam, your praise is very kind. I, Wuxie, have done my best, but I feel ashamed of my father."