Of course, the report is not simply to relay the news to the young master, but these messages need to be summarized in their own hands and form some feasible suggestions, and then tell the young master together.

House slave house slave, home first, slave last.

Uncle Zong put his position very right, he has always been a member of this family, although the master and servant are different, but he never treats himself as an outsider.

Of course, he never went over the beaten path.

After discussing the decision, he would let the young master think alone in the house.

Zhang Dacai and his father are not the same in this regard, Zhang Dacai's father will always leave Uncle Zong in the house to continue to discuss some business issues, or chat about some interesting things in Wuhu City.

This is probably related to the fact that Zhang Dacai's father, as the founder of a family business, always wants to return to that simple and worry-free life after a successful career.

Zhang Dacai is more and more like the old man when he was young.

Uncle Zong often sighed like this.

After lunch, Uncle Zong would take a nap for half an hour, and then come to the young master's room at Shen Shi, listen to the young master's opinion on business, and discuss his thoughts with the young master.

After the two made up their minds, sometimes Zhang Dacai would go to the façade of the business by himself, and sometimes Uncle Zong was fully responsible.

This has to be said to be the Zhang family's unreserved trust in him.

Otherwise, Zhang Dacai would not have left only three female dependents at home to go to Ningbo to smoke in person.

After taking care of the business, Uncle Zong would instruct the kitchen to start making dinner, and he would accompany the old lady or chat with the two wives.

In the evening, after dinner had been eaten at the master's house, he would eat with his subordinates and hear what they had been happy or sad about lately.

The great steward is both outside and inside.

He rarely spoke, and spent most of his time quietly listening to others, occasionally reassuring or explaining.

In the evening, when the master's house was all right, he finally had time to go to the cellar to see his old friends.

Old friends were referring to the wines he had stored with his own hands.

Zhang Dacai only knew that Uncle Zong knew and cared about the wine at home, but he didn't know that Uncle Zong was extremely good at drinking and would come here every day to drink.

The inside of the cellar is extremely spacious, so wide that from the humble entrance, it is impossible to imagine it.

If you have to make a comparison, probably the area of this underground wine cellar should be as large as two or even three mansions.

I don't know how much wine he has cellared here and how much he has drunk in the past few decades.

This is Uncle Zong's daily life, if there are no accidents in this life.

He has been living this life for nearly fifty years.

Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, Uncle Zong has worked so hard all year round, and it is difficult to say that it does not require great perseverance to persevere.

Little did he realize that he had enjoyed the years he had lived, and it reminded him of some of his earlier state of life.

Today, as usual, he walked into the wine cellar, opened a jar of rice wine that had been cellared for fifteen years, and poured it into a wine bowl whose glaze had long been impregnated and shiny.

After the calloused hand took the bowl and drank it all, he let out a long sigh of joy.

"Come out." Uncle Zong said softly.

There was a sudden scorching breath of air in the air, and then a flame appeared out of thin air and began to light the candles in the cellar.

The flame was like a dancing spirit, jumping back and forth between candles not far from each other until it lit all the candles in the cellar.

The candle flame reflected Uncle Zong's somewhat old face, as well as the faces of the few people standing in front of him.

"It turned out to be a few distinguished guests, I don't know what you are doing here?" Uncle Zong didn't seem surprised that a few people would appear here, and said with a smile.

Qi Zhen stepped forward, with a smile on his face, looked at Uncle Zong's wrinkled face, and said softly, "There are a few questions, do you want to ask Uncle Zong, or, Lord Chenghuang?" ”

Uncle Zong didn't make any quibbles on the issue of his identity, but the look of surprise in his eyes still flashed, and he said, "How did you guess?" ”

"You did hide it well, neither I nor any of our companions noticed any ghost in you, and you were acting too normal for us to suspect in the first place."

Qi Zhen is right, if it weren't for the design of the system's game mechanics, it would be difficult for Qi Zhen to even connect this person with everything that has happened recently.

However, for the team that completes the task, it is equivalent to first determining that there must be something wrong with this person, and then looking for everything that is unreasonable in this person.

Then no matter how irrelevant the person may seem to be to the matter, the possibility left behind will be the only answer.

Of course, Qi Zhen couldn't explain to him like this.

"You did a good job of handling our visit yesterday, but there are still some clues."

Qi Zhen told the other party about the time when Zhang Dacai left Wuhu, the time when the weather in Wuhu began to change abruptly, and the slight negligence and abnormality left by Uncle Zong when the team came to visit.

Uncle Zong just listened with a smile on his face, and drank a few more bowls of wine in the middle.

"But that's not enough." Hearing Qi Zhen say so much, Uncle Zong still shook his head and said.

"You're right." Qi Zhen nodded, and then then said, "But in fact, there are a few points that made me finally determine this matter, you can see if my analysis makes sense." ”

Uncle Zong smiled and nodded: "Okay." ”

Then he turned his head and took a few large celadon bowls that had been placed aside.

After pouring the wine one by one, the celadon bowl magically floated up and flew in front of Qi Zhen and the others.

Trickle down without spilling.

Qi Zhen said thank you, took the wine bowl, and sat on the ground.

Li Qiang, Jiang Yan, Meng Ran.

and Li San.

and they all sat down on the ground.

Take the bowl and drink slowly.

The real reason why Li San didn't surprise again and tried to sneak attack behind his back was that he had already tried it in the ruined temple of Jiuzi.

Your own disguise will not do anything for the other party.

And his own sunflower point acupoint can't hurt the other party.

Then it's better to be more open.

"You, the Tsing Yi people, the city god master, in fact, should have been three people, but because of Xiao Ao's existence, the Tsing Yi person and the city god have become one person, I think, if we can prove that you are a Tsing Yi person, or one of the city gods, then I think we can confirm your identity." Qi Zhen held the bowl and said with a smile.

"Go on." Uncle Zong said softly.

"My brother used to be a snitch, in order to avoid the police... The government caught him and developed a pair of fiery eyes that were observant. ”

Qi Zhen patted Li San on the shoulder, almost spilling his wine, attracting a roll of Li San's eyes.

He didn't drink the wine in Zhangfu before!

"He said that when the man in Tsing Yi absorbed Lin Xi's ghost power, his exposed hands had extremely thick calluses, and at first glance they were hands that had been holding knives for a long time."

"Actually, I just told you that you spilled a trace of wine when you poured it, which is indeed where I suspect you, but it is only a suspicion that you have something to do with this matter, not a suspicion of your identity, what I see is your hands." Qi Zhen said.

Uncle Zong raised his hand and looked at it: "But there are many people who practice martial arts and hold swords. ”

"yes, so we'll leave later." Qi Zhen nodded.

"Then on the way back to the inn, I noticed something unusual." Qi Zhen said.

"I don't think I said anything." Uncle Zong said.

"It's true, but you're having trouble walking." Qi Zhen reminded.

"What's the problem, am I walking abnormally?" Uncle Zong asked.

"How old are you this year?" Qi Zhen asked rhetorically.

Uncle Zong was stunned.

During the battle of Jiuzi, Yu Liang's serrated arrow broke the golden body of the Tsing Yi man and shot through his calf.

According to Xiao Ao, it is not so easy to recover from the broken golden body, which is equivalent to the immortal being greatly injured, no matter where the injury is.

So Uncle Zong's walking must have a problem.

When he deliberately concealed the abnormality in his steps, but ignored the other problems of his body, he was now an old man, and it was impossible for him to be as steady and brisk as a young man.

"I was negligent, but I am strong and pay attention to health, and I should also say the past." Uncle Zong spread his hands and said.

"Not only that, but there is another flaw." Qi Zhen said.

Uncle Zong's brows furrowed: "And?" ”

"Whether you deliberately prevent us from going to the City God Temple to worship, or conceal the fact that the City God Temple has been closed under my questioning, it actually proves that you have something in your heart... Tangled. Am I right? Qi Zhen asked.

"Oh? Why am I bothered? Uncle Zong asked.

"You're probably struggling with whether or not to kill us." Qi Zhen was blunt.

"You actually want us to leave Wuhu here, it's best not to interfere in your earth-shattering events, but you can imagine our heart of inquiry into this matter, so you told us the location of the City God Temple, but didn't tell us that it has been banned, because you want us to retreat, if we don't worship, but insist on breaking in, we have that temple to kill us on the spot, so that you don't damage Yin Virtue." Qi Zhen said.

From Qi Zhen's analysis, Uncle Zong's smile has never disappeared, and after listening to Qi Zhen's words at this time, he laughed out loud.

"The afterlife is terrible, the afterlife is terrifying, what a smart doll!"

Uncle Zong drank all the wine in the bowl.

"Thank you for your compliment, now looking at your appearance, then I should have said that I am not wrong, Lord Chenghuang of Wuhu, or should I call you, Lord Zhang Zongchang?" Qi Zhen looked into the other party's eyes and said.

"I haven't heard this name in some years...... "A hint of nostalgia appeared on Zhang Zongchang's face.

"When the emperor gave me a name, he said that with me for one day, I can ensure the prosperity of the temple. When I think about it, it's been more than 140 years. Uncle Zong sighed, and there was no indescribable loneliness in his words.