Shipin Dalizheng

Xuan Que glared at his back, then turned to Zheng Changzhi and asked, "Master, do you still want to wash your hands?"

Zheng Changzhi stared at his right hand in a daze for a moment.

From the south? Wrong person?

The aroma of barbecue filled the air. Zheng Changzhi covered his nose with a silk handkerchief and said lightly, "It stinks."

Rong Zhan and the others were stunned. This Young Master Zheng was really...

Rong Shen's response was to eat with big mouthfuls, making bia bia bia bia in protest. He hunted the prey and carried it back on his back, so how could it stink? It smelled delicious.

Xuan Que glared at Rong Shen again. If the young master said it was stinky, it was stinky. Even though she was hungry and her mouth was watering...

Wait a minute, what are those white, round pieces of meat?

When he turned his head again, he saw Rong Qianqi's disgusting skin that he had not had time to hide.

"vomit……"

Xuan Que felt a chill and nausea, then shrieked, "You guys are eating snake meat... Wait, where does the snake meat come from?"

She suddenly thought of the snake rain she encountered at the foot of the cliff. The fishy stench on her body had not dissipated yet. Could this terrible experience be caused by the person in front of her?

Xuanque drew out his sword with a "swish" sound and pointed it at several people. There were still disgusting blood stains on the sword.

"How dare you attack the young master? I will kill you."

Rong Zhan and his men immediately jumped up and were on high alert. Even if they were the son of the Prime Minister, there was no reason to retreat since the bully had come to their doorstep. For a moment, everyone was tense and filled with murderous intent.

"What are you doing?"

Doctor Zhang has been avoiding Zheng Changzhi's gaze ever since he saw him, and usually doesn't approach him. But just two days ago, Rong Tang said that he owed no one anything, and on the contrary, he saved their lives, so he felt much more confident.

"You are amazing, girl. I lent you a place to wash up, and you even borrowed it by mistake. What's wrong with eating snake meat? If you don't want to watch, just leave. What's the point of shouting and killing? Even if Rong Tang is not very good, he is still the grandson of the Earl of Jian'an and the heir of the Earl's Mansion."

Xuanque glared angrily and was about to speak, but Zheng Changzhi stopped her and asked a few people, "Where did this snake meat come from?"

Rong Shen said, "I killed him, what's wrong?"

"Where?"

"I don't know. I'm not familiar with it. It's on the edge of a cliff."

Xuanque was angry again, "Why did you kill the snake and throw it off the cliff?"

Rong Shen looked at her as if he was dumbfounded. "A group of snakes are attacking us. If we don't kill them, they'll be eaten. We threw the dead snakes off the cliff because we're afraid the smell of blood will attract wild animals."

Actually, I was afraid of scaring San Ya, but there was no need to explain to others.

Zheng Changzhi frowned, "You? Who are you and?"

He didn't care about the snake, he only cared about who was playing the piano. Such a strange and domineering piano sound could not be played by an ordinary person.

"of course……"

Master! But Young Master Tang was listening nearby, so the master could only lie at home and receive acupuncture.

"Me and Sanya."

Zheng Changzhi pressed on, "Who played the piano?"

Rong Shen was evasive. "What zither? I haven't heard it. I can't play it, and neither can San Ya. Master Zheng has nothing to do, and he doesn't want our crude food. Please go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion!"

It was obvious that he was trying to expel the guest, so Xuan Que became angry again, "How dare you..."

Zheng Changzhi didn't leave, "I have something else to do and need to borrow some space. Tang Fuyun, where are the blueprints you drew?"

Chuncao had already heard that Rong Shen wanted Master Zheng to leave. It seemed that something had happened on the mountain and outsiders could not know about it.

He immediately said, "Master Zheng, my young master is very poor. If we continue..."

Old Wen took out a gold ingot and threw it to her. Chuncao was speechless. She blinked and took him into another empty room with a table and chairs, where they could talk.

Tang Fuyun unfolded the newly drawn picture and showed it to him. Zheng Changzhi didn't pay attention to the paper. Instead, he asked, "How did you know I was here?"

It took Tang Fuyun a while to react, "I don't know. We came to find Rong Shizi, he is my brother-in-law."

Zheng Changzhi looked at Old Wen, and Old Wen nodded. Mrs. Tang personally admitted that the two families had a child marriage, and the whole Shangjing City heard about it.

Zheng Changzhi tapped his fingers on the armrest of his wheelchair. "Do you really want to join the Ministry of Industry?"

Not long ago, this young master recognized as a fool in the capital came to him and hoped to help recommend him to the Ministry of Works. The funny thing is that his father is the head of the Ministry of Works, but he came to him, an outsider.

The test task given to him by Zheng Changzhi was to help him design a lighter and more casual wheelchair. Tang Fuyun revised it over and over again for more than ten times. Even though Zheng Changzhi deliberately made things difficult for him at the beginning, he was a little moved now.

Tang Fuyun is not stupid, he is really persistent.

Tang Fuyun tilted his head and thought for a moment, "I don't want to be an official, but without an official position, my mother and sister will have no one to protect them."

"Can't you join another ministry? If you want, you can go to the Ministry of War or the Ministry of Justice."

Tang Fuyun was getting more stubborn. "I only know how to do carpentry."

Judging from his reaction, Zheng Changzhi was sure that even if he entered the Ministry of War or the Ministry of Justice, it would be difficult for him to be promoted, and he would not be able to help the Zheng family in the court, which would be a waste of the Zheng family's recommendation quota.

Tang Fuyun pushed the drawing towards him again, hoping that he would take a closer look. However, Zheng Changzhi was not interested at all. How could a wheelchair untie the knot in his heart?

No matter how light or sophisticated the wheelchair is, he will still be a cripple when he sits in it.

Tang Fuyun fumbled around unnaturally, and a few pieces of paper fell out and landed on the table. When he was about to take them back, Zheng Changzhi pinched them away.

"This isn't a drawing, it's a small painting."

Zheng Changzhi opened it and found that it was indeed a series of small paintings. The little people were drawn with strange lines. With just a few strokes, vivid scenes were outlined. It was indeed interesting.

Zheng Changzhi, who was always cold-hearted, couldn't help but smile, "How interesting! Who drew this?"

Tang Fuyun was stunned. "He's my brother-in-law. People outside called him a rapist, so he drew a small picture to explain the whole story."

The explanation was very clear and concise, and no one who read it would say that Rong Tang was wrong.

"Master Tang, if the wheelchair you designed is this simple and clear, and has all the necessary functions, I promise to give you a recommendation.

Although the Zheng family has a limited number of recommendations, it is not a problem to exceed one or two each year, not to mention that it is just a craftsman in the Ministry of Works.

Tang Fuyun lowered his head and thought about how to modify the wheelchair to meet Mr. Zheng's ideal. He was so lost in thought that he forgot about the person in front of him.

He is indeed as stupid as outsiders say.

Zheng Changzhi suddenly said, "Xuanque, I'm hungry."

Xuanque was also hungry, but was the coarse food in the village edible?

Well, it smells really good, especially the burnt aroma coming from the kitchen next door.

She went out and pointed at Chuncao, "Hey, you took the money and provided the meals. Bring some of the fine food from home over here."

Chuncao curled her lips, put down the skewers, and turned into the kitchen.

Aunt Dahu fried the crispy fish and put it aside to drain the oil.

"Miss Chuncao, when the children from the village brought the fish over, they said they had agreed to pay with copper coins. They didn't want the money, they just wanted to eat the fish. Now they're all waiting outside the door, look..."

Chuncao said, "That makes sense."

The young master had said that he didn't care about taking advantage of others, but only wanted to teach the villagers the principle of not eating for free. Small fish weren't expensive, and they didn't sell for much. Deep-fried fish were delicious, but the most valuable ingredient was the oil. It was a precious treat that the villagers wouldn't even eat during Chinese New Year.

There was a pointed flat basket of fried fish. Chuncao found something to scoop out a small half of it. Each child could get about half a bowl.

Aunt Dahu was moved when she saw this. Prince Tang still cared about his people. She originally thought it was good enough to give three or five people a taste.