That little Taoist boy was about ten years old, and he was born with clear eyebrows. Although his hair was covered with dust and his boots were torn, he felt "cute". Especially trying to hold his hands on his stomach, trying to suppress the hungry voice, but the appearance of no effect, makes people feel funny and feel pity.

"What's your name? Get in the car, uncle, take you to dinner! "Zhang Qian is a layman, so naturally he can't see a good beautiful child, starved like this. Smiling, he stretched out his hand and extended an invitation to the little Taoist.

However, the little Taoist priest felt embarrassed by the master, raised his hand to wipe his tears, and shook his head vigorously: "We ate in the morning, but we ran too quickly just now, and the wind entered our stomachs. I'm not going, I'm going to be with Master. Master said, we, the children of the Mo family, freeze to death at the windward station, starve to death and do not bend down! ”

When Zhang Qian heard this, he felt more and more that the child was sensible and pitiful. Turning his head, he glanced at Luo Huaizu, who was already embarrassed, and ordered in a low voice: "You also get in the car, don't starve the child!" Other things, come back to that! ”

"Get in the car?" Luo Huaizu didn't expect that he would talk a lot of good things, but he didn't have a few "cooing" sounds in his apprentice's stomach, and he suddenly didn't believe his ears. However, when he found that Zhang Qian had already jumped out of the car, he gently grabbed Xiao Daotong's hand, quickly shook his head, and hugged his fists to salute: "Thank you, Senior Brother Zhang, Qi Mo and Qin Mo were also in the same breath back then......

"Get in the car, don't be verbose. The things of the old generation, I will talk about it later. Zhang Qian glared at this person fiercely, and ordered angrily.

"Hey, hey! Senior brother first, senior brother first, please first. Luo Huaizu was already so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, and he couldn't wait to jump into the carriage while being polite. Then he pulled Xiao Daotong up again, as if he was afraid that if he slowed down, Zhang Qian would regret it.

Zhang Qian was angry and funny. After getting into the car, he immediately ordered Zhang Gui to drive the carriage to his house. Along the way, it was inevitable to chat a few words to appease the little Taoist boy's emotions, and by the way, ask Luo Huaizu why he made the two of them so embarrassed.

And Luo Huaizu, after temptation, has found that Zhang Qian didn't take the moment order seriously at all. So he didn't dare to fill the garlic again, and after a little hesitation, he whispered his bitterness: "Senior brother, you don't know, now the world is the world of Confucianism, and the Mo family is almost unable to move an inch. You can be promoted by the emperor to be the chief bookkeeper, which is an adventure that the ink artist has not had in decades. Therefore, it was quickly spread on the rivers and lakes. Senior brother, I was idle in Qingzhou at the time, so I wanted to take the apprentice together to Beijing to see the demeanor of the senior brother. Who would have thought that the cost on the road would be so large, and Qi Mo's rules did not allow him to bully people by force......"

It turned out that this person heard that there was a Qin Mo disciple who had become an official in the Qingzhou area, so he wanted to take advantage of the Juzi Ling in his hands and try his luck in Beijing. Unexpectedly, he underestimated the cost on the road, so that he spent all his entanglements before he walked to Luoyang. Therefore, you can only rely on serving as a guard for the convoy along the way, or telling fortunes to be half-starved and half-fed.

finally arrived in Beijing, he couldn't find a convenient way, so he learned the appearance of Confucianism and went around to "throw papers". The result is naturally conceivable. I didn't meet anyone who appreciated his knowledge and opinions. On the contrary, he was repeatedly looked down upon, and even because of "a little" language misunderstanding, he almost didn't break his leg by the evil slave of a high-ranking official.

In desperation, early this morning, this person had no choice but to bring his apprentice to Zhangjiazhuang and defect to Zhang Qian, the senior brother of Qin Mo. Unexpectedly, the big and small housekeepers of Zhang's Mansion did not allow him to enter the door at all. No matter how much evidence he came up with to prove his identity and how many good things he said, the other party firmly believed that he was a liar and ordered him to leave the land of the Zhang family with his apprentice immediately. Otherwise, they will be sent to the government and killed!

"Senior brother, your house is so big, I originally thought it was a yard, but who expected, the fields around here for several miles are all under your name!" Speaking of the attitude of the housekeeper of the Zhang Mansion towards him, Luo Huaizu was immediately aggrieved again, his eyes were on fire, he stiffened his neck, and complained in a low voice.

"The site is not small, but there are not many that can come in handy. This year, the stagnant water has been drained, and a few acres of sorghum should be planted next year. Pretending not to understand Luo Huaizu's words, Zhang Qian smiled and diverted the conversation.

Zhang Qian can imagine how hard the housekeeper Ren Quan endured so that he didn't order the family to rush up and knock him to the ground. Even if he was present, it would be impossible to let him in, and he would continue to make waves in the Zhuangzi.

However, now that he is back, Xiao Daotong is cute and cute, and it is still okay to let their master and apprentice enter the door for a meal. As for whether he can stay and rest for another night after eating, it depends on Luo Huaizu's specific performance.

If this person doesn't put up any uncle's shelf, don't take out the "scale rod" and talk nonsense, or even give him a coil, Zhang Qian doesn't think it can't be considered. After all, Zhang Qian is still under the name of Qin Mo's disciple, and he can't ignore the other Mo family disciples who come to the door for help.

As for Luo Huaizu's identity as a descendant of Qi Mo, Zhang Qian now believes that at least seven points or more are true. The reason is also very simple, first of all, this person can still have a draw with Wang Maozhong when he is hungry, and his ability must have been systematically trained. Secondly, this person would rather go hungry than use his skills in stealing and robbing, which is indeed in line with the legendary children of the Mo family.

As for the possibility of the other three points of counterfeiting, Zhang Qian didn't bother to care. Anyway, he has no interest in Ju Ziling and Qi Mo, and he is not interested in being the senior brother of the Mo family in the world, and the affairs of the Mo family in the world today have nothing to do with him.

Now that I have made up my mind in my heart not to have too many entanglements with the Mo family, the relationship between the two parties has become much simpler. It can be equated with a distant relative who comes to fight the autumn breeze and an urban white-collar worker who has made a small fortune but is unwilling to be said by his hometown to "forget his roots".

When they talk to each other, they are polite, and the standard of hospitality is also very face-saving for "distant relatives", but the gap between the two sides is also clearly drawn. No one can easily take half a step.

Trying to recall the cases in the 21st century online TV series, Zhang Qian calmly brought Luo Huaizu's master and apprentice into his own courtyard. First, arrange for the servants to take them to freshen up. Immediately, he ordered a sumptuous meal to be prepared for their master and apprentice to eat and drink. In the end, he was still holding tea, polite, but not too enthusiastic, and chatted with the master and apprentice for a while about the customs and customs of various parts of the Tang Dynasty, and heard allusions, so he ordered the servants to take the two to a special guest room to rest.

Although it is not difficult, it is quite time-consuming and energy-consuming to toss the whole process. When Zhang Qian finally breathed a sigh of relief and dragged his tired body back to his bedroom, it was already completely dark. And how to meet the requirements of Li Xian, the Divine Dragon Heavenly Son, and how to deal with the upcoming inspection, he still hadn't come up with any clue in his mind.

"I'm really tired, if I knew this, I might as well be a green-skinned parrot all the time!" Falling heavily on the chair, Zhang Qian muttered in a low voice, habitually reaching out to touch the tea. However, where the finger fell, it was empty! Not only did the hot tea that had already been prepared, but even the cups and teapots were not prepared in advance!

"Huh?" Zhang Qian, who had already been served by Zijuan and was used to a little bit by the young master, frowned instinctively. Just about to call someone to come in and help him serve tea and pour water, but there was already a small and shredded sound of counting money in his ears, "ding, ding, ding......" against the backdrop of the night and candles, it was particularly clear.

This voice has basically not appeared again since Zhang Qian made the "Eight-Rank Green Parrot". When I heard it at first glance today, it suddenly gave rise to a bit of a trance feeling of going back in time in his heart.

Standing up with a frown, he tried to find the source of the sound, only to find that Zijuan, who usually had the goal and pleasure of climbing into his bed, was now hiding behind a huge money box in the outhouse, cowering like a frightened sparrow.

"Ding, ding, ding, ding......" didn't notice that Zhang Qian had returned, let alone that he had been paid attention to by Zhang Qian, Zijuan had a small white face, and continued to pile the rewards he had received before and the salaries he had only recently begun to receive on the floor in front of him. Every stack of ten Kaiyuan Tongbao is enough, and a new stack is raised, focusing like an archaeologist in the 21st century.

"Zijuan, what's wrong with you?" Seeing clearly that Zijuan's body and arms were trembling, Zhang Qian's heart suddenly swelled with a desire to protect, and he walked closer and asked softly. "Got in trouble? If you need money, you can withdraw it yourself in your account. Later, when you have saved enough, we will ...... together! ”

"Shaolang-kun!" Zijuan jumped up violently as if she was frightened, and her two big eyes, which were originally very good-looking, were bloodshot at this moment. "I don't need money, Shaolang-kun, I don't need money. I, I'm just, just scared ......"

As soon as the two words of fear came out, her tense body instantly softened again. Kneeling to the ground weakly, he hugged Zhang Qian's calves with both hands, "Shaolangjun, that person surnamed Luo is not a good person!" If you drive him away, you must drive him away. I, I'll give you all the money. Shaolang-kun, I will never seduce you again in the future, I swear to God! ”

As she spoke, she jerked her hands loose again. Using his knees as legs, he took a few quick steps back, and raised his right hand high above his head, "Shaolangjun, drive him away." He is a devil, and anyone who associates with him will not end well. Zijuan will never lie to you. Zijuan can swear to the sky, if one word is a lie, the sky will thunder! “

"What is this?" Zhang Qian drank a few glasses of wine with Luo Huaizu in the afternoon, and his reaction was a little sluggish. Reaching out and grabbing Zijuan's raised palm, he frowned and asked, "Don't mess around, get up quickly!" Did you know him before? He said that he was the head of Qi Mo and was from Qingzhou......"

"Shaolangjun, he is a demon, not ink. My whole family died because of him. Shaolangjun, Zijuan won't lie to you. You must not believe him, do not believe him! None of the people who believed in him in the past had ever ended well! Woo, woo-" Zijuan struggled to get up, knelt on the ground, and wept bitterly.