Chapter 162 Father and Son Talk

Author: That sour sugar

Chapter 162 Father and Son Talk

County Magistrate Hu's body stiffened: "They took the initiative to ask for the first time."

General Yan smiled angrily: "It's a good skill to turn black and white around." He looked at County Magistrate Yang again: "Don't you know someone is here to grab the grain?"

Yang Pei stammered and didn't know how to answer.

"You guys go back first."

The two county magistrates bent down and bowed, leaving tremblingly.

Zhang Ci sat in front of the bed, quietly looking at his father's sleeping face. When Zhongshuling opened his eyes, he saw his son's quiet expression at first glance.

"You haven't had a sleep for a while?"

"I'm not sleepy, my father is sleeping well?"

"It's great. I haven't taken a nap these days, but I fell asleep quickly." As Zhong Shuling said, he got up and got out of bed, and Zhang Ci handed him over to the outer clothes.

"This time my father came, there was no news outside."

The Secretariat smiled faintly: "It was a secret departure from Beijing and hiding his whereabouts. Bai Ce took care of it and should not disclose the information. Only when the situation here is clear can you reveal your identity."

"Now everyone knows, will officials from all states and counties come?"

"Officials should not visit each other publicly at will." Zhong Shuling made up his clothes and clothes.

"Shengping County Magistrate Hu Neng and Guangyun County Magistrate Yang Pei have just arrived. Zhan Ping blocked them outside the door and accepted the letter."

"Just keep it, don't pay attention."

Zhang Ci pushed two stacks of paper on the table: "This is something about the two county magistrates."

The Secretariat didn't show it: "Keep them for a few days first. The rice here will be processed first."

Zhang Ci went out, and after a while, he brought a pot of water and poured tea for his father.

"Tell me about you and Miss Chen." Zhong Shuling sat down on the chair.

Zhang Ci didn't sit down: "What does my father think of her?"

Zhongshuling glanced at his son: "I have received all the wedding letters, so it's so straightforward?"

Zhang Ci's ears turned red: "It's better to have no name and no part, so it's better to make a decision earlier."

"Abbot Yanci said—"

"She was really. I met on the road." Zhang Ci said anxiously.

"It's even more incredible because it's true." Zhong Shuling's tone was a bit solemn, "I thought it was just a kind of illusory comfort; I thought you might have to wander for half your life. I didn't expect you to meet so soon

arrive."

"I was just paying attention to it, but, just..." Zhang Ci's ears became even redder. The Secretariat Ling Yu Guang caught a glimpse and lowered his head to drink a sip of tea.

"Don't you feel at ease? Are you feel at ease?" Zhong Shuling raised his head.

"Is there anything more bitter and terrible than lifelong loneliness?" Zhang Ci smiled.

The Secretariat also laughed: "Maybe it is really destined. Since you have determined that you should be together through thick and thin, you must not be bothered."

Zhang Ci nodded solemnly.

"Is she good to you?" Zhongshuling asked slowly.

Zhang Ci was a little shy: "How about lunch today?"

"Naughty," Zhongshuling chuckled, "As long as she can rest assured you, there is nothing to worry about as a father. Identity and money are all over the world."

"If I were still in the capital, would my father still say that?" Zhang Ci looked at his father.

"Does this need us to consider?" Zhongshuling smiled faintly.

Indeed, with the family background of Zhongshuling, is there any peasant girl who asked them to choose?

Zhang Ci also sat down and said, "Father, you will find that she is more good."

Zhongshuling looked at his son, his eyes were bright, with a hint of happiness. Zhongshuling slowly smiled: "It's great, if you live well, everything will be fine."

The eldest lady quickly found eight people and took them to the old lady's yard, saying, "Mom, how about these people?"

The old lady glanced at her and found that she was all women in her twenties and thirties.

"It's very good, it looks quick. They are mainly responsible for cooking, washing and cleaning. They just need to work smoothly, and don't be young and beautiful."

"Who washes the clothes of those soldiers?" asked the eldest lady.

"It seems that the soldiers in the army are washing their own clothes. The brother mentioned it when he wrote to me." Liu Jiannan said.

The eldest wife was still a little hesitant: "That's right, I'm still not sure if I want to help the soldiers wash their clothes."

The old lady was very casual: "There was no arrangement for women to help them wash clothes in the military camp. You can't change your habits just because you arrived at the people's house. What should I do if I return to the military camp in the future?"

"Then prepare some toiletries for them and prepare some soap soap for pancreas to make them feel more comfortable these days." said the eldest wife.

"Are the things ready?" asked the old lady.

"Everything is ready, the cloth shop is very convenient, and other equipment is fast. I just don't know if they live in the house or set up a camp." The eldest lady replied.

The old lady smiled: "They ran over from all over the world and had already made arrangements. We can just take care of it. We must pay attention to safety on the road. Remember to be careful when you get there."

The eldest wife agreed to get out. Several people left the second door, and there were still waiting for ten managers and servants to meet up, and then they rushed to Qijiadu in a carriage.

The Secretariat Ling followed his son to Chen Zhongyan and his room, and saw a row of ten small beds that were very spectacular. Several boys were writing in the study, and Chen Zhongyan and Chen Zhongliang were outside with General Yan and the others.

When the children saw that the Secretariat had arrived, they stood up and bowed.

The Secretariat raised his hand: "Everyone doesn't have to be so polite. You have to see each other several times a day, and you don't have to bow every time." The children thanked him and were still standing by the table.

"So many of you are crowded in the same room?" Zhong Shuling asked with a smile.

Chen Zhongmei said: "We are about the same age and lively together, and we can take care of each other."

The Secretariat smiled lovingly: "Sit down, I want to see you write." The children looked at each other and sat down, but the pen in their hands trembled slightly.

Zhang Ci chuckled: "You can't shake your hands during the palace examination." The children looked shaking, took a deep breath, and wrote hard with their pens. The first few words were still shaking, and as they were writing, they gradually got better.

The Secretariat rolled his beard with satisfaction.

"There were three enlightenment nights, but they had a good understanding and made rapid progress." Zhang Ci said. He found a stack of works and sent them to the short table next to the Zhongshuling.

The Secretariat looked slowly and said, "The son can teach you. Do they learn something else?"

"Learning painting and music are all taught by Chen Fan."

Zhong Shuling was a little surprised: "She can do it?"

"You are good at both Qin, Xiao, calligraphy and painting."

"How is the chess skill?"

"I haven't played chess with her, and the children haven't started learning yet."

"Okay, you can't chew too much. You can learn a few things first, which is the right way."

Zhang Ci looked at Zhongshuling: "Can she let her play chess with her father?"
Chapter completed!