Chapter 28 Returning Home Outside Jingzhou City, a carriage was galloping. Zheng Fa lifted the curtain of the carriage and praised Gao Yuan, the driver, "I didn't expect you to be able to drive a carriage by hand!" Gao Yuan waved his whip and galloped his horse with a smile on his face: "A gentleman's six arts are ritual, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy and mathematics. At that time, others learned calligraphy and archery, but my father made me learn charioteering." Zheng Fa was even more impressed: "Your father has quite an ancient style. There are not many Confucian scholars who learn to drive." The Six Arts of a Gentleman is a somewhat ancient concept, and not many Confucian scholars really care about this thing. "Well, my dad probably doesn't think so." Gao Yuan grinned, "My dad said, learning other things is a waste of money, but if I learn this, if I don't study well, I still have a skill to make a living!" "Your father has a lot of...smartness in survival." Zheng Fa felt a sense of respect for the senior executive whom he had never met before. Inside the car, the Seventh Young Master put his fist in front of his mouth to cover up his pouting mouth, frowned and said: "Pull down the curtain, it's all dust." Most of the roads in this world are dirt roads, and horses' hooves raise a lot of dust when they pass by.
Zheng Fa lowered the curtain and turned to look inside the carriage. This is the carriage that the Seventh Young Master uses when he goes out. The horse used is the same as the Danzhu ox before, and it also has the bloodline of a spiritual beast. The interior layout of this carriage is completely different from the ox cart that Zheng Fa was riding in. There was a main seat in the carriage, covered with a thick blanket, and the Seventh Young Master was lazily lying on it. Zheng Fa sat down. The seat cushion under his butt was soft and seemed to have a shock-absorbing effect. He did not feel any bumps while the vehicle was driving. The Seventh Young Master pulled out a small drawer from under the armrest of the main seat. Inside the drawer, there were several jade boxes stacked up. The Seventh Young Master's movements were very gentle. Given his personality, Zheng Fa had never seen him so cautious before. He opened a jade box, and inside was a yellow piece of paper the size of a palm. Before Zheng Fa could see the paper clearly, he saw it catch fire without wind and turned into wisps of green smoke in an instant. The next moment, a breeze, a cool and fresh breeze, appeared out of nowhere in the car. The dust that had just entered the car was blown away by the wind, leaving only a faint fragrance of grass and trees, which penetrated into the lungs and soothed the heart. Zheng Fa felt that even his breathing was much smoother. "This is?" "Yes, talisman paper." The Seventh Young Master put the jade box back and said, "This is the least valuable, the Qingfeng Talisman. Oh, one Qingfeng Talisman can only support your family for ten years." Zheng Fa grinned. Gao Yuan also curiously stuck his head into the car: "Talisman paper? Let me see!" "Look at the road!" The Seventh Young Master almost jumped up. "I just haven't seen the real magic talisman!" Gao Yuan retracted his neck.
"I'll send you back home when you get back!" The Seventh Young Master hummed. Not to mention Zheng Fa, even Gao Yuan didn't care much. After getting to know each other again these days, even Gao Yuan had to admit that the Seventh Young Master not only couldn't speak well and had a foul mouth, which made him annoying as soon as he opened his mouth, but he could easily be beaten to death if he went out. There are no major disadvantages. As for sending him back home, this guy has said it more than a hundred times in the past two days. Gao Yuan said with a bit of envy: "Zheng Fa, you are truly home now. You can even bring your mother and sister to the city. Madam is so kind to you!" When the Seventh Young Master heard this, his face turned uncomfortable. He recalled his mother's teachings to him two days ago, and always felt that there was some other intention in this grace. In fact, it was his mother who suggested that he come here this time. What his mother said was that if you want to show kindness, you should humble yourself and let others not find fault with you. The young Seventh Young Master always felt that he had ulterior motives for this trip. He was still struggling in his heart when he heard Zheng Fa's voice: "Well, Madam is very good to me. The Seventh Young Master is here too, which is also very good." The Seventh Young Master raised his head and saw Zheng Fa smiling at him. As if he could understand his hidden guilt, he said in a heavy voice: "It's really good." Zheng Fa did understand some of the lady's intentions. Just like Gao Yuan said, in the eyes of others, this is the lady's appreciation and grace for their family. If he still has a reputation and conscience in the future, no matter what achievements he makes, he must remember this kindness and must repay it. If I think of my wife in a more negative way, I might even want to control my mother and sister in the Zhao family... But to be honest, Zheng Fa didn't think it was a big deal. After all, his wife could reunite him with his mother and sister, and also allow his mother and sister to live a better life. This is enough. As for the rest, judge by the deeds, not the intentions. The Seventh Young Master was startled, looking a little embarrassed, and pursed his lips and didn't look at Zheng Fa. He turned his head, lifted the curtain and looked outside, muttering, "I haven't been to the manor yet, I want to take a good look this time!" …… In Zhuangzi. The sun was about to set, but Zheng Fa's mother was still standing at the door, looking out anxiously. Wait until it gets dark. Then a small figure, carrying a bamboo basket as big as three of her heads, slowly and skippingly came towards the door of Zheng's house. "Shan'er!" Zheng's mother walked quickly forward, took the basket from her daughter's hand, and looked her up and down. There was mud on Zheng Shan's trouser legs and her head was sweaty. Zheng's mother heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that her daughter was not missing any limbs. She pinched Zheng Shan's ear angrily and said, "Why did you come back so late? Don't you know that I am worried to death?"
"Mom! It hurts!" Zheng Shan screamed and tilted her head to explain: "I wasn't playing! I walked a long way..." "Did you take a detour?" Zheng's mother asked, letting go. "Yes, Wang Gui has been blocking me on the road and causing trouble these days. I was afraid, so I took a detour." Zheng Shan nodded. "Wang Gui...he has been going too far these days!" Mother Zheng said with a frown. "His father doesn't care about him!" Zheng Shan muttered angrily. Zheng's mother sighed. Ever since her son refused the money from Manager Wang's family, Wang Gui's bullying of Zheng Shan has become even more severe. Because of Zheng Fa, he didn't dare to really hurt Zheng Shan, but it was disgusting enough. As for Steward Wang? After knowing Zheng Fa's attitude towards his family, he probably wouldn't care about Wang Gui anymore. Since Zheng Fa was still working as a servant in the Zhao residence, he certainly wouldn't do it himself. But now these are just small things, and the worst that can happen afterwards is that we can just say that the child is ignorant. "Don't tell your brother about this when he comes back." Mother Zheng suddenly said, "Tomorrow I will go to collect pig grass leaves." "I'll go! After my brother left, mom did all the housework. I can go as long as I can avoid Wang Gui. My brother used to do more work than me!" Zheng Shan said unwillingly, pulling the basket. "Don't tell your brother." Mother Zheng wiped the sweat from her daughter's forehead with her sleeve with concern and gave her another instruction. "I won't tell you. Mother said that it must be very difficult for my brother to be a book boy in the Zhao Mansion." Zheng Shan nodded heavily: "We can't let my brother worry about us." Mother Zheng held her sensible daughter in her arms. Zheng Shan rubbed herself against her mother's arms in a coquettish and innocent manner, and suddenly said in a complaining tone: "Wang Gui also said that my brother was living a life of luxury in the Zhao residence, and asked me to beg my brother to take me to the city to enjoy the good life together!" "That won't do! Your brother has no one to rely on in the Zhao mansion, and he's already trembling with fear. How can he have such dignity? Saying this makes people think he's frivolous!" "I know, he just wants my brother to be beaten and sent back like him!" Zheng Shan raised her head, with a look of pride that said, "My brother always brings me the delicious food he eats!" After saying that, she licked the corner of her mouth, as if she remembered the delicious food in the food box. (End of this chapter)