When Gonggong Chen saw such a situation, his sweat came down, and he pulled Zhu Zhongyi and muttered in a low voice: "Old Zhu, he is a lifter, and he is a little lighter when he starts." ”

Zhu Zhongyi, as a baby protector, where would he care if he was a lifter, he hit first and then said, and waved his big hand: "It's in the public house!" ”

Chen Juren held a cup of good tea and tasted it leisurely, thinking that a little ambassador of Wang Gongju was nothing more than that, and he used a little means to play with this country turtle called Zhu Shun.

After waiting for a long time, Gonggong Chen never came back, Chen Juren put down the teacup in his hand and prepared to go to see the situation.

Before he could stand up, the door of the public hall was suddenly kicked open.

Wu Yang rushed into a bunch of people, and he didn't know who shouted that it was him, so he came over and began to beat Chen Juren.

Chen Juren had only one thought before he screamed, where the hell are you going to clear people, you are obviously going to invite people.

Chen Juren was beaten by this gang of rural horsemen for a long time, and Chen Gonggong's eyelids jumped when he watched from the side.

Worried that Chen Juren would really be killed, he called the sergeants from the official kiln, and pulled this group of enthusiastic middle-aged men away, and he didn't forget to say cruel words when he left.

"Boy, brighten up your tricks in the future, there are some people you can't provoke."

"That's it, Brother Zhu himself is a craftsman, not to mention, his son is the ambassador of Zhengjipin."

"Tell him what this is done, does he know what an ambassador is, you, according to those who read, the chicken is the same as the duck."

Chen Juren just woke up at this time, and couldn't help but want to roar angrily, and returned to the ambassador, the head of the first division of the Ministry of Industry, Zheng Wupinlang, who had to smile when he saw me.

But Chen Juren didn't dare, he was really afraid that these country horsemen would come back and beat him again.

Chen Juren was dragged to the gate by two sergeants, and it was not until he saw the few family members in his own house that Chen Juren breathed a sigh of relief and asked a sentence that he couldn't figure out: "Chen Eunuch, you are not afraid of offending the Donglin Party." ”

Father-in-law Chen, who was smiling, spit on Chen Juren's face, and said with a tiger face: "No matter how powerful the Donglin Party is, even if it controls the government. ”

"As you said, our family is a eunuch, and our family only knows that Mr. Zhu Shun is a friend of the prince."

After saying this, Gonggong Chen walked into the official kiln without looking back.

Chen Juren returned to the mansion of Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry, endured the severe pain on his body, and explained the cause and effect of the incident in the official kiln clearly, so that people carried him back for treatment.

Zhang Fengxiang, the secretary of the Ministry of Industry, listened to the disciple's narration expressionlessly, and there was no emotional fluctuation on his face, but the lake pen in his hand was pressed by him.

Fortunately, this incident also made him understand one thing, Fuxing's relatives are also not to be provoked.

Zhu Shun, who was far away in the hall of Beijing Normal University, had just woken up at this time, hungry and 'coo', and before he stepped out of the wooden door of the thatched house, he smelled the aroma of rice porridge.

Song Yingjing, who woke up first, stood by the stove in the hall of Beijing Normal University, holding a pu fan in her hand, cooking a pot of millet porridge.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Song Yingjing wiped the hot sweat on her face and said with a gentle smile: "Mr. Zhu is awake." ”

Zhu Shun took two very clean white porcelain bowls and gave one to Song Yingjing: "Fourth brother, just call my cousin ten friends, always call Mr. more outside." ”

Song Yingjing picked up a wooden board, blocked the mouth of the stove, gradually extinguished the flame inside, and took the white porcelain bowl with a gentle smile: "That's not good, Mr. is the teacher of my two children." ”

"The teacher is solemn, the children should maintain respect for the teacher, and we elders are the same, after all, the husband is teaching the two children how to be a person and teaching them a lot of precious knowledge."

Zhu Shun saw that he insisted on doing this, so he didn't persuade him, thinking that this was the real scholarly family.

After drinking a small half bowl of porridge, Zhu Shun remembered one thing and asked, "How is the fourth brother going to make porridge?" ”

Song Yingjing has been adhering to the ancestral teachings of the Song family over the years, often helping the poor people, and has deep experience in soup kitchen: "Soup soup is indeed a university question. ”

"First of all, the location should be selected, and the location of the soup kitchen should be convenient for transportation........

Before Song Yingjing could start to talk at length about his experience over the years, Zhu Shun interrupted him: "Fourth brother, it's better to work for relief." ”

"Cash-for-work?" Song Yingjing repeated these simple four words, and soon there was solemnity on his face, put down the white porcelain bowl that he had only eaten half, and slowly chewed the meaning of these four words.

After a long time, Song Yingjing suddenly stood up, first straightened her clothes, and then solemnly saluted Zhu Shun: "Song has been taught." ”

"Mr. Zhu deserves to be a gentleman, and it is really a blessing for Daming to have such a talent."

After saying this, Song Yingjing didn't eat anymore and left here in a hurry.

Zhu Shun looked at the back of Song Yingjing leaving, and ate more deliciously.