Menzi hurriedly introduced Zhang Qiubai: "Little brother, this is our Heshan Academy Chief, He Shanchang, as well as Song Fuzi and Qiao Fuzi, you have something to say." ”

"Thank you!"

Zhang Qiubai hurriedly hugged his fists and thanked him, and looked at the mountain chief and the two masters.

He Shan was over fifty years old, slightly chubby, with gray hair and a sparkle of wisdom in his eyes.

Song Fuzi looks like he is thirty-four or five, his figure is relatively thin, slightly taller, and he has a very cleanly groomed mustache on his mouth.

Qiao Fuzi looked the same age as Song Fuzi, but his figure was a little fat, his complexion was slightly darker, he had a goatee, and a noble smile on his lips.

Zhang Qiubai secretly sighed, and then saluted the mountain chief and the two masters: "The boy Zhang Qiubai has seen He Shanchang, Song Fuzi, and Qiao Fuzi. ”

"Today, my father unfortunately fell and injured himself, thanks to the help of the college and the two masters, he was able to be treated in time! , the kid is polite here. ”

"You're the kid of the Yiming family, right?"

He Shanchang stared at the young man in front of him with wise eyes, and asked casually with a faint attitude, "What's wrong with your father?" ”

"Thank you for your care!"

Zhang Qiubai hurriedly said, "The doctor said that my father injured his waist and dislocated his foot naked, and he needed to recuperate at home for half a year, so my mother sent a boy to ask the mountain chief for leave." ”

As he spoke, he handed over the pastry in his hand: "A little caution, please also ask the mountain chief and the two masters to smile." ”

"Thank you for helping my father when he was injured, and thank you for not blaming my father for affecting the teaching!"

He Shanchang didn't stretch out his hand to take the pastry, but asked slightly unhappily, "Why didn't your father come to talk?" ”

Song Fuzi and Qiao Fuzi saw that the mountain chief didn't answer, and the two also smiled at Zhang Qiubai, turned the raised hand around, and touched their beard.

"It's not that my father doesn't know how to count."

Zhang Qiubai looked back in the direction of the ox cart where his parents were, and said worriedly, "My father is still unconscious, and I have to come for my father for the leave." ”

He Shanchang frowned slightly, stroked his beard and groaned: "Yiming is so badly injured? ”

Song and Qiao glanced at each other, nodded and replied, "When the two of us came back from the hospital, he was still in a coma. ”

He Shanchang glanced at the two of them lightly, made the two of them laugh and shut up, and then added: "If a person is injured, he should recuperate." ”

"Thank you for your understanding!"

Zhang Qiubai listened to He Shanchang's words and hurriedly thanked him.

He Shanchang changed his words: "But, Yiming family boy, you may not know, but your father must know." ”

"What?"

Zhang Qiubai didn't understand the meaning of He Shanchang's words, and asked curiously with wide eyes.

"Zhang family boy, your father should know that our master is already nervous in Heshan Academy, if your father doesn't come to teach students for half a year......"

Although He Shan's words were tactful, he also expressed what he wanted to express.

But Zhang Qiubai was still a little stunned.

What does this He Shan Chang mean? Don't give your dad that long leave?

He looked at Song and Qiao for help.

When the two masters came into contact with Zhang Qiubai's gaze, they couldn't be this wicked person, but they didn't see the young man's inquiry.

Although Feng Yin is taking care of her cheap husband, she has always been listening with her ears open since He Shanchang and the two masters came out.

At this moment, I heard He Shanchang say that the boss has not come back to his senses.

She had to signal the second child to take care of his father, and she walked over with an indifferent expression.

Without waiting for the eldest son to react, Feng Yin smiled lightly and said, "What Chief He means, we understand." ”

"So, don't you mind letting my kid in and packing up the things left in the academy for my husband?"

"Mother?"

Zhang Qiubai listened to his mother's words, but he still didn't understand much.

Feng Yin cast a 'shut up' look at his eldest son and looked at He Shanchang again.