When Zhang Cheng and Lu Luo returned home, it was already evening.

"Young master, Madam said that you will go to her first when you come back." When someone saw Zhang Cheng returning home, he bent down and saluted. "Oh, I see, you tell my mother, I'll come later." Zhang Cheng said with a tired face.

Zhang Cheng wanted to go home, take a shower first, and relax, after all, he was a little too excited today, and after a day of shopping, the soles of his feet were broken, no wonder, these ancient shoes are not as comfortable as modern ones......

Zhang Cheng returned to the living room and saw Zhang's mother, but there was a man besides Zhang's mother.

Zhang Cheng stood at the door like this, not knowing whether to enter or not, because he guessed that the man was most likely his cheap father.

The man's cough came from the hall, and finally Zhang's mother came to Zhang Cheng alone in small steps, pointed her finger at Zhang Cheng's void twice, and pushed him hard outside, and Zhang Cheng reluctantly entered the door.

Zhang Cheng stood like this, because now he can only stand except standing, because he is not sure if this man is his Laozi, so the best way for him now is to wait for her mother to introduce him, only then can he step down. It's a pity that the idea is very good, why don't you follow the routine, Zhang Mu didn't speak again after she entered the door and sat down, and the man took care of himself and drank tea.

At this time, Zhang Cheng was a little anxious in his heart, what art of war, thirty-six strategies, he had gone through his head, certified one by one, and skipped one by one. After standing for about ten minutes, Zhang Cheng really couldn't stand this oppressive atmosphere, and decided to speak first.

"The child has seen his mother." Zhang Cheng bowed respectfully. "Mother, who is this?" Zhang Cheng continued to ask.

"Humph!" At this time, the man drinking tea heard Zhang Cheng ask, and suddenly, the teacup was thrown on the table, and then there was a "pop" sound, and he slapped the table heavily.

Zhang Cheng was really frightened by this sudden slap on the table, and when the table was slapped just now, he was also trembling, and the whole thing was carried out simultaneously.

"Master, don't scare Cheng'er, Cheng'er is still sick." Mother Zhang stood up with a smile. "A few days ago, I accidentally rolled down the hillside and broke my head, and my memory was a little missing, and I didn't even recognize it at first." Mother Zhang explained softly to the man.

"Cheng'er, hurry up and say hello to your father, your father hurried back after hearing that you were sick." Zhang's mother explained to Zhang Cheng.

Zhang Cheng bent down impatiently and saluted, still a little scared of his cheap father in his heart, probably because of this body, the blood in the depths of his soul was always thicker than water. Quietly raised his eyes, and saw that his father did not react, so he carefully straightened up.

Father Zhang coughed and said, "Are you feeling better?" Although it was a question, Zhang's father only looked at the teacup when he spoke, and he didn't know if he disdained to look at his son.

Zhang Cheng looked around blankly, who is this cheap dad talking to?

His eyes looked at the teacup, and he saw that the water in the teacup was empty, and the cheap daddy was still playing tricks.

"Hmph, bastard thing! What about you? Zhang's father didn't see Zhang Cheng answer for a long time, and when he turned around, he saw that Zhang Cheng was also looking at the teacup in his hand, and couldn't help but be angry.

Zhang Cheng hurriedly lowered his head and said, "Back to my father, my body is already much better." ”

"Listen to your mother, you asked about Lu Luo's situation today?" Father Zhang's words were a bit deep, and he added some unkind tones.

Zhang Cheng subconsciously shrunk his neck, he suddenly realized that his cheap mother was really gossipy, this father just came back, and he told the old man about asking Lu Luo today, sister, I didn't ask if I knew it.

Fang Zheng said with a reluctant face: "Father, the child just watched Lu Luo being scolded by his mother...... That's why I asked my mother on a whim. ”

The atmosphere in the hall fell silent for a while, Zhang's father and his wife glanced at each other, and Zhang's mother's expression was a little more unnatural.

"Did your mother say anything to you?" Father Zhang moved back to Mother Zhang's gaze and said coldly.

Zhang Cheng took a deep breath and said, "No, my mother said that I would only tell me about this matter if my father agreed." ”

"Well, it's better that you still don't know about Luluo's affairs for the time being, and after a while, my father will explain it to you." Father Zhang said slowly.

"Well, it's all up to my father." Zhang Cheng hurriedly said: "If there is nothing to do, the child wants to go down and rest first." ”

"Wait a minute, listen to your mother, I have recently written two poems, which are still good works, but there is such a thing." Zhang's father said while pouring tea.

In order to leave in a hurry, Zhang Cheng coped: "Yes, father." ”

"Read it and hear it." Father Zhang picked up the teapot and said as he poured it.

Zhang Cheng coughed lightly, cleared his throat and said: "The bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground, raise your head to look at the bright moon, and bow your head to think of your hometown", this is "Silent Night Thoughts". There is also a poem: "Leaving the grass on the plain, one year old and one withering, the wildfire is inexhaustible, and the spring breeze blows and grows" This poem has not yet been completed, lacking some inspiration, and I ask my father to correct it.

Father Zhang's eyes lit up and said: "Well, yes, although I am in business for my father, I have also read books for a few years, and these two songs are indeed excellent works." Then he paused and said: "Cheng'er, I think our ancestors were officials for generations three generations ago, until your grandfather was there, and then changed to business, when your grandfather left, the only thought was to return to officialdom, and it is not good to be a father, so the Zhang family still has to rely on you, understand?" ”

Seon lost his horse, but he didn't know if it was a blessing. This hit the brain, and it was different from not hitting the brain, and Father Zhang was a little lucky at this time.

Zhang Cheng had no choice but to say respectfully: "The child was ignorant before, and made many mistakes, please forgive my father and mother, and the child will work hard in the future." ”

"Alright, you can go back to your room first." Zhang's father waved his hand to Zhang Cheng and sent him back to the room. I was going to teach a lesson today, but I didn't expect that although it ended hastily, it was a big gain.

"Madame, the city is very nice! Whether it is speaking, etiquette, or composing poetry, it is completely different from before. When Zhang Cheng walked away, Zhang's father couldn't wait to start discussing with his wife.

"Yes, sir, the city was not like this before, the city at that time was very wooden, and I didn't say much, even I, the mother, didn't know what he was thinking." Although Zhang's mother was puzzled, she was more surprised.

"It's really a strange thing, his temperament has changed greatly, and the old man is incomprehensible, and there is such a good thing to break his brain?" Father Zhang was a little puzzled.

"You!" Mother Zhang gently pushed the old man and said angrily: "Did you say that about your son?" Is it good for my son to be sensible? You have to talk to each other like before, you are all talking about it, there is no fart in the city! ”

Obviously, Zhang's mother is more optimistic, and she is very happy that her current son will change in a better direction.

Father Zhang ignored his wife, he was still drinking tea, and only nodded and sighed after a while: "The Zhang family still needs to rely on the city in the future." Zhang's father solemnly came to a conclusion.

Zhang returned to the room physically and mentally exhausted, fell on the bed without taking off his clothes, and sighed heavily.

I still think about Zhang's father asking him to study hard to become an official, being an official, Zhang Cheng is not interested, the official is not so easy to be, what scheming, resourcefulness, means and ruthlessness, Zhang Cheng is not an opponent, a small negligence will even be swallowed by others, maybe he has watched too many palace fighting dramas, Zhang Cheng does not have any good feelings about officialdom, in fact, Zhang Cheng knows that the ancients are just knowledgeable, although they are not as knowledgeable as him, but they think that they are definitely not the opponents of these ancient people, and he is not so fancy.

After thinking about it for a while, Zhang Cheng finally made a decision temporarily: continue to be a rich young master first. Since God arranged for me to devote myself to the merchant's house, this must be what it means, right? How good is it to be a young master, there is no shortage of eating, drinking and having fun, there are people waiting for the waiter anytime and anywhere, going to the tavern, visiting the kiln, yo-yo dogs, and fighting crickets This is the primary goal now, which is a hundred times stronger than intriguing with a bunch of old fritters in the officialdom? The most important thing is safety, life is gone, no matter how big the official is, it's useless.

As for those who save the people from fire and water, and reject foreign enemies from outside the door...... That's not what buddies should do, my brother's ideal is to hug left and right, and be a rich man who doesn't have to worry about it. What kind of savior or something, it's all bullshit, nothing, it's impossible to be a savior, and there is no goldfinger, besides, this parallel world has nothing to do with the ancient knowledge learned before, what to save? Fight for your life? Let's pull it down, let's be a rich young master of yourself.

Zhang Cheng sketched a blueprint for a beautiful future in ancient times and slowly fell asleep. In the dream, he was carrying a lot of silver tickets in his arms, lying on the Taishi chair, a beautiful woman in front of him pressed her feet, and was responsible for pressing her hands left and right.