After leading the horse and chewing his head along the dirt road for a few miles, he saw Gu Sheng rushing with a few people from a distance, among which was the man who was in charge of the carriage and horses of Wu and the dart bureau, and ran especially hard with the wooden box on his back. A few people who were out of breath rushed to the side of the cart, and seeing that the wheel of the car was already in no way, the man's gaze at Wei Changpan was obviously resentful.

Wei Changpan used to do some small work as a mason, and he repaired most of the roofs of his old houses in Qingshan Town. It's just that the ancestral hall is the most important place in a clan, and weddings, funerals, and sacrifices to ancestors are all major events, so naturally they can't be dealt with by him, and they have to go to the city to find craftsmen with good craftsmanship.

Pull the bricks back to the dart bureau to unload, don't care about drinking tea, Wei Changpan pulled Gu Sheng to the streets and alleys of Yuancheng to find a mason who can do this work, and the craftsmen who haven't saved enough money for the winter heard that they want to use craftsmen, so they all came forward to recommend themselves, but I heard that it was to repair the ground of the ancestral hall of Wu and the dart bureau, so they retreated most of the time, there was no diamond diamond, so they went to take the porcelain work, and those who did this business understood this truth.

So among the few remaining people, the two of them pulled two people back, and the small thousands of bricks in the ancestral hall did not need more manpower, they were all old craftsmen of some age, and among the masons who took the work, they could see at a glance that they were the leading figures, and they did not take the initiative to solicit business, but sat in the best position in the center of the crowd.

Early the next morning, Wei Changpan and Gu Sheng led the two old craftsmen back to Wuhe Dart Bureau, and happened to bump into the one-armed and one-legged old man surnamed Zhang, who was difficult to come out to bask in the sun and breathe, and the old man on the bench squinted and saw the two craftsmen brought back by Wei Changpan, and said with a smile, "I also know that I invite these two to come, the ancestral hall is not somewhere else, and if I am a little worse, I have to knock all the bricks again, and I want to save the silver of the two craftsmen, and in the end I will lose a lot of money." ”

If the two craftsmen are the age of knowing the destiny of heaven and are the leading figures in the craftsman's business, if they really suffer the loss of the master's family when they are doing their work, then the family will want to find a craftsman who is willing to work in the city, and there are rules for doing one line of work, but no matter which line of work, there is also the face of that line.

Although the two men demanded more than three times as much silver as ordinary masons, they did their work very well, and in less than two days they laid the ground in the ancestral hall, and even if the bricks were knocked through, they could not hear a hollow sound, so they settled their wages and sent them out of the army and the dart game.

"Forty-six taels of silver?" The ground of the ancestral hall had just been rested, and it was not appropriate to move around, so the old man surnamed Zhang asked Wei Changpan to move the Taishi chair and the copper furnace to the end of the corridor outside the wall, and he was leisurely all day long, unlike the old man who didn't live much in his mouth before, and his voice changed when he repeated after listening to Wei Changpan say this amount.

"It's forty-six taels of silver. In fact, this amount does not include the two meals of wine and meat of the two craftsmen, but since he also ate some food, naturally it cannot be counted in the head of the dart game.

"Find the dart bureau and withdraw it. ”

"The account room said that the ancestral hall has always been in the hands of your predecessors, and the money allocated by the dart bureau every year is directly handed over to you. "For some reason, he had a strange instinct that his money was going to be wasted....

The old man's one-arm stretched out two fingers, "Twenty taels at most, the two people you invited will account for more than a dozen taels of silver, and the bricks are also expensive, at most they can only be twenty taels, which can be regarded as buying you a lesson." ”

....

Didn't you say that you would pay for the money to repair the ancestral hall!

Ahem.

Seniors! Busy for a few days, there is no merit and hard work, but we can't let us put silver in it ourselves!

Then give you more.... Twenty-one taels, no more.

Predecessor!

Okay, that's twenty-two taels.

....

Half an hour later, Wei Changpan, who had a dry mouth, went to find a pot of tea to pour down, wiped his mouth and said to the old man, "Forty-six taels and seven dollars of silver!

After being entangled by him for half an hour, the spirit of the one-armed and one-legged old man was not as good as before, but he was still stubbornly unwilling to give all the silver to Wei Changpan, "Forty taels, at most forty taels." ”

Not a penny fell from the sky, so naturally it can't be thrown out easily, Wei Changpan is a person who has suffered from poverty and hardship, Rao is still carrying a few hundred taels of silver tickets on his body, and he doesn't want to just let go of more than six taels of silver.

....

After another half an hour, the old man finally got tired of it, looked up to the sky and sighed, took out two silver tickets of twenty taels from his body, and took out a few pieces of broken silver from the money bag to weigh them, "Seven coins of silver are more than enough, remember to find ten more copper plates." ”

Ten copper plates were handed to the old man's palm, and the old man looked at it, and it was all the coins of the former dynasty that were almost worn out, "It doesn't look like full of silver." Wei Changpan was confident, "These ten copper plates are real copper plates. ”

"Look at your stingy energy, you look like a young man, you might as well be an old lady who sells vegetables all day long. The one-armed and one-legged old man scolded and put the copper plate in his pocket, "Why don't you go to the ancestral hall to wipe the tablet and add lamp oil?"

In the end, the newly repaired ground is still a little different from the previous one, and it is newly built, and he stands on tiptoe and is careful and careful every time he walks by, for fear of breaking which brick will knock away some silver from the stingy old man surnamed Zhang, which can be said to have been bitten by a snake for ten years and afraid of the well rope.

As a sprinkler in the ancestral hall, he naturally has to practice less martial arts every day.

Nearly three walls of tablets every day to wipe is not much easy work, but also have to handle gently, many of the wood looks bright on the outside, in fact, the inside has been eaten by ants and insects, with a hand can make a fine sound of breaking, but can only take a thin cloth towel dipped in water and carefully wipe.

Wei Changpan has seen that most of the names on each tablet are surnamed Zhang, and the shape is slightly different from other tablets, neatly arranged behind the tablet of the ancestor Zhang Wuhe, which is a school of its own.

"Isn't it strange why there are so many people surnamed Zhang in the tablet of the ancestral hall of the dart game?" The old man's voice came from behind him, "Because when Wu and the dart game were first established, they were originally uncles and brothers who dart together, and the Zhang family also had a considerable population, and generations of people were living in the city, and there were also a considerable number of people who died for the dart game, so the ancestral hall of this dart game can actually be regarded as the ancestral hall of the Zhang family." ”

"Zhang Bashun is the only bloodline in this generation of Zhang family dart masters, otherwise with what he committed this time, where would it be so easy. Since you are from Jiangzhou, do you know that there is a Zhang family in Qishan County who teaches martial arts, and the head of the family is called Zhang Wu?"

I didn't expect the old man to ask this question directly, Wei Changpan's first reaction was to draw his knife, there was such an elderly killer in Lutai? Or was the entire Wuhe Dart Game the person who cut Lutai, so that he could throw himself into the net? He didn't have time to think about it, missing an arm and a leg, the old man could still give him an incomprehensible feeling, like a well that was too deep to see the bottom of the well.

"The Jiangzhou accent is in Suzhou, with a hand of battlefield knife skills and fists and feet, as well as the knife. The old man sighed faintly, the blade of the knife was the same as back then, but the person who used the knife was no longer the person who used it, "If the dart game is full of people chasing and killing you, you will definitely not be able to live now, where will there be a chance to draw a knife against me." ”

The Zhang family in the north is surnamed Zhang, and Wei Changpan is not a stupid person, the connection can be seen at a glance, but it is still unbelievable that there will be such a coincidence, and after following the team of the dart game, you can find someone who has something to do with the master, and it is the master's own family?

"Your master's tablet is there. Wei Changpan looked at the side of the wall with one arm, and Zhang Wu's self on the tablet was particularly clear under the light of the candle, "Although he left the border army at a young age and went to Jiangnan to start a sect, he can be regarded as a famous hall, although he is dead, the tablet can also have another place in the ancestral ancestral hall." ”

"Can you show me your knife. The old man said to him in a tone that was almost pleading, and the face of the scoundrel who had been worried about a penny a moment had changed at this time, and he was full of solemnity and sadness.

Wei Changpan handed his knife to the old man with both hands, and watched the old man sit down, put the knife on his knee and caress the heavy look on the blade, and let go of the question in his heart, "Senior, dare to ask who you and my master are?"

The old man didn't answer, he put his face close to the blade of the knife, and muttered, "Why don't you run back, run back, the door of the dart game will always be open for you..."

"Although your master doesn't want to come back, he will also write a letter to the dart bureau every year, I am his uncle, he is the person I was optimistic about back then, he should have stayed to take charge of the revitalization of the Zhang family, but he ran away to the border army. The old man Xu Xu and Wei Changpan told Zhang Wu about the first half of his life, he had made a great name in the border army, and the cavalry army brought out was still one of the few teams in the Dayao border pass cavalry that could fight with the grassland barbarian cavalry and win, and the soldiers under Zhang Wu were even more generals.

"The last letter he came to was two years ago, maybe at that time he had a premonition that Songfeng Mountain would win in the end, and the end of Yanyulou would be extremely miserable, so he arranged for his wife and daughter to go to Jinzhou's hometown as soon as possible, and now he is still raising his younger brother Zhang Bashun's family, you are his last heir, although he failed to inherit his most proud lance, but the sword skills are also good martial arts, don't insult the reputation of the teacher. ”

In the end, the old man and Wei Changpan said the reason why Wu and the dart bureau could not avenge Zhang Wu, "There are no more people surnamed Zhang in the dart bureau now, seeing that the year is not as good as a year, and even the person who succeeds the head of the dart cannot be found, and most of the remaining people are also looking for an ordinary errand, and it is impossible for them to work hard for a guy who has never lived." ”

"I'm the one who stepped into the coffin with one foot, and you young people have to do revenge. ”