Chapter 143 Brother, why don’t you use a kitchen knife when fighting?

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Whoosh

Not just Di Yong,

Both mothers were nervous,

Then Di Yongcai said with some disbelief: "The old man who ran over like the wind just now couldn't be Wen Yanbo or Wen Xianggong!"

How is that possible?

Zhao Shi suddenly looked at Di Yong: "Xianggong Wen is the chief minister of the dynasty. He is dignified and steady. Don't slander others out of differences between civil and military officials. Besides, Xianggong Wen is already over fifty this year..."

Before the words fell,

Whoosh

Han Qi rushed out,

Zhao Shi swayed and hurriedly supported Erniang's shoulders before he stood still. Of the three important ministers he met every day, he actually felt that Jia Changchao was the most decent. The rest were just bullshit and snake gods. Just for a gel pen. As for it?

?

ah!

As for that?

As for.

This was really the result of Zhao Shi's later experience. Although he could imagine that gel pens were more convenient than brushes, just like the playing cards, Zhao Shi could tell that the flower-cut playing cards should be somewhat special, but he could

I never imagined how special it is. The same goes for gel pens.

Zhao Shi only thought that it would be special, but never imagined how attractive it would be. Even if the prime minister of the Song Dynasty could fish in troubled waters, fishing in troubled waters like Jia Changchao would make people worry that the memorial would not be approved.

People, they have to write at least tens of thousands of words a day.

What is the concept of tens of thousands of words?

Not to mention writing brushes, ordinary people have to write with gel pens until their wrists are sore and numb. This is done by unknown and responsible people like Jia Changchao, Wen Yanbo, Fu Bi, and Han Qi, who are relatively responsible under Zhongshu's sect.

Whether it is criticizing, making suggestions, or revising articles, the average starting time is at least 12,300 words, and sometimes it can even reach 30,000 to 40,000 words. Do you really think that it is easy to be a prime minister?

so,

Don't say it was a robbery,

Even if Zhao Shi was snatched away, even alive, in front of Zhao Shi, it was not impossible for Zhao Shi to walk slower. Zhao Shi hurriedly took away the gel pens in his arms, leaving only two gel pens, and then left the rest.

Everything was handed over to Er Niang for safekeeping, and then she told Di Yong: "Strike while the iron is hot, you can go buy some regular gifts now, and let's go to General Wang's mansion for a tour."

Di Yong was still looking at the two people chasing and tearing each other in the distance in disbelief, and then he turned around to prepare. Zhao Shi stood there and looked at it for a while, and saw a group of people surrounding him.

Among the servants, there were Han Qi and Wen Yanbo, but no one dared to step forward to stop the two of them, and no one even dared to shout: "Stop fighting."

The world is declining.

Zhao Shi shook his head in disgust, and then looked at Wen Yanbo, although he was older, but he was tall and strong. Han Qi was a little bit unable to defeat him, so he looked around and almost spotted Zhao Shi. Zhao Shi just left, but there was no first

Instead of going to Wang Deyong's mansion, he went to the basement of Cave No. 1.

Zhao Shi felt that he might have underestimated these modern items, so he picked up the kitchen knives and then went to Wang Deyong's mansion.

really……

The message Wang Deyong clearly conveyed before was that Zhao Shi could visit whenever he wanted. However, this time, Wang Deyong's disciples came out and said: "I hope you will atone for your sins. My general is old."

It's high, I occasionally feel the wind and cold, and it's inconvenient to see guests."

"Are you feeling cold again?"

Before Zhao Shi could speak, a rough voice suddenly rang out from the crowd queuing at the door not far away from Zhao Shi: "It's going to be cold today, it's going to be cold tomorrow, won't the old general of the Qian family be about to die soon?"

brush

Not to mention the gatekeepers, even the steward who was talking to Zhao Shi in a friendly manner looked over at once with fierce eyes, but the man didn't care and shouted to Zhao Shi: "This young gentleman.

, How can I feel the cold? He just doesn’t want to see you."

Zhao Shi nodded,

He naturally knew it, and he knew the reason. It was probably because he was the Privy Councilor and visited Han Qi first. Then Zhao Shi looked at the man who spoke. The man was really about the same age as Zhao Shi, and was only ten years old.

He was six or seven years old, but he was very strong. When he saw the soldiers guarding the gate about to move, he immediately shouted angrily: "What's going on?"

"Grandpa made a mistake about you?"

"I won't see you if I don't want to see you. I'm seventy or eighty years old. Who of us dares to insist on seeing you?" As he said that, he looked at the people around him. It was obvious that he was not a pure reckless man, but everyone around him was not stupid.

He hurriedly waved his hands to indicate that you are you, I am me, you are not us, we are ours.

The young man suddenly became anxious and couldn't help but pointed at a middle-aged scribe and yelled: "What did you say just now: waiting day and night, waiting every night? I really don't know whether we are waiting for him to meet or he is waiting for us to offer incense sticks."

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"I didn't say it! I didn't say it."

How dare the middle-aged scribe dare to recognize him? He hurriedly retreated seven or eight steps away from the young warrior, and then the others hurriedly pushed away. Don't look at the excitement they secretly said. If it really broke out, no one would dare to offend the husband of the court, even if this happened.

The prime minister is in his eighties and is about to retire.

The young man suddenly fell into an isolated and helpless situation, and subconsciously looked at Zhao Shi, the only one standing still. Zhao Shi had obviously just come today and had been rejected for the first time. However, he was urgently ill and sought medical treatment, so he also came out.

He asked in a loud voice: "You also think that if you don't see it, you will see it. Why bother letting people wait day and night, right?"

Although Zhao Shi had only been rejected once,

but,

Zhao Shi thought for a moment and said, "Yes!" Then he pointed at the door and said, "If you can break in today, I will take the blame for you."

Although the young warrior was very grateful for Zhao Shi's words of help, he had obviously learned a lesson and would no longer be used as a gunman. He hurriedly shook his head, but saw that the dozen or so gatekeepers were surrounding him.

They came over, and with a greeting, they all pressed forward, trying to throw the young strong man out, even though he was right outside the door.

The young man smiled bitterly, obviously knowing that he was in trouble today, but he was also a bit bloody, and he gritted his teeth and started beating more than a dozen soldiers.

Ping ping pong pong,

His martial arts skills are not weak at all.

The steward took a peek at Zhao Shi and saw that Zhao Shi didn't seem to care very much. He gritted his teeth and turned around and shouted: "Capture that little thief." Obviously, we can't really let people show off their power in front of the old general's mansion, and then the mansion

The door opened, and more than twenty soldiers poured out from inside, almost all of them carrying swords.

Zhao Shi suddenly frowned slightly,

Although I don’t know whether Wang Deyong’s tutoring is like this or whether it’s the manager’s problem, but from what I can see now, there is something wrong with Wang Deyong’s family tradition!

He narrowed his eyes slightly,

Zhao Shi didn't call Di Yong, so Er Niang took action. However, after hesitating for a moment, she still reached out to her lower back and took out the kitchen knife she had just brought out. She threw it towards the young man and shouted, "Borrow me."

Use your weapon with caution."

The young man was already a little panicked. After all, his ability to hit twenty or thirty with bare hands was already the limit, not to mention that more than half of those twenty or thirty were armed. Therefore, when he saw Zhao Shi throwing something over, even though he saw

It was a bit small and exquisite, but it could be regarded as a weapon, so he stretched out his hand to catch it, then his wrist sank, and he couldn't help shouting: "What a good knife."

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Chapter completed!