He only needs to imagine it a little to roughly know what Shuangxiu's expression is now, it must be a dumbfounded expression.

It's nothing, Shuangxiu doesn't have to stay like a chicken, she performs well, and an employee who performs very well is completely worthy of more material rewards.

Suddenly, a person's name flashed in his mind, Hua Yanyue.

It should be that her parents took the word "flower and moon appearance", Steward Lu said that he looked average, it should be untruthful, although Lu Huang did not expose this layer at that time, but his own heart was clear.

The woman who divorced from the marriage is now completely cut off from herself.

He didn't reply, and ignoring a humiliation was probably the best he could do at the moment.

However, although he was calm on the surface, why did he suddenly think of Hua Yanyuelai and study her name, what emotions made him do this?

Lu Huang shook his head, dispelling these self-righteous thoughts.

One afternoon, he would go all out to read those account books, Sun Yong was still doing exactly what he had told him before, and now looking at those "Zhao Huang numbers", it was much better than in the past.

Just looked at it like this, and when I got tired of it in the middle, I went to practice calligraphy and used it as a spice.

Time passed easily, and suddenly it was the night of the sixth day.

No matter what world you are in, this time is hard to remember.

Lu Huang turned the light on a little brighter, and he waved his pen at the desk.

After a few days of practice, my calligraphy has not grown much, but at least the rejection of the brush in my heart has been greatly reduced.

Lu Huang thinks this is also an improvement.

When I lifted the pen, the tip of the pen fell on the paper, and a lovely ink dot appeared.

And shallowly open.

And then the tide of thought flowed in general.

"Today evening, the breeze blew through the plane tree in the yard, a leaf was blown off by the wind, and suddenly I had come to this world that did not belong to me, and it seemed that the time was not short, and gradually, it seemed that I began to adapt to this era.

It's just that the real time of my past is gone, and my relatives can no longer see it, and for them, I am dead, go to heaven! ”

Writing this, Lu Huang smiled bitterly, why is it so sad and sad, it is better to write about the right things, the main things in the world are important, and write less about those vain things.

People live in life, not outside life.

Lu Huang poured a small glass of wine, and then took a sip, this wine is not good, but wine tastes more to himself than tea.

To the current feeling, too.

Lu Huang put down the wine glass, and gently picked up the brush on the inkstone, no need to dip it in ink, he didn't write much before writing a beginning.

So he went on writing. The style changed all at once, because the human mind changed.

"Father, it's the sixth day at home, so I've probably done something.

The matter of chopsticks was basically solved, and a little strong means were used, of course, if you didn't use strong measures, you could implement chopsticks, and that was the best way for me to think. But things in the world are not so smooth, and people in the world may not be able to understand you. So I think it's the next best thing. And one more thing, I was divorced. ”

At this point, he stopped again, and was dismissed, what did it mean for him?

"However, I am not the original me, so I am not too sad, but the other party's way of doing things is wrong, someone should explain this to them, and it is not appropriate to be a person who can't do that, after all. And I also paid attention to the school.,Mr. Teaching is very good.,All reservations.,The arithmetic gentleman later did the double-digit multiplication problem also showed me.,It's really good.,It's good to be able to learn with an open mind.。 So all stayed. I am also practicing Tang Jiaojiao's calligraphy. ”

Writing here, I suddenly thought of Tang Jiaojiao, who must be very happy that she can sell calligraphy.

Lu Huang could see that Tang Jiaojiao was basically suppressed by Tang Hui and had no confidence, so he could be regarded as helping her, so that she could find some confidence from herself. But Tang Jiaojiao's words are really good, Lu Huang feels that his vision will not be too crooked, at least he will not be so crooked when he plays Tai Chi like Shuangxiu.

Thinking of Shuangxiu, I wrote again.

"Shuangxiu girl is good, Steward Lu's grandson is also very good in the tent, Lei Hu's strength is not enough, but he is very sincere, because he is a little dead-eyed." Thinking of Lei Hu's three actions against the wall, Lu Huang couldn't help but be happy.

So there was a big white again.

Writing at night and talking to your own soul is a pleasure in the world!

Lu Huang continued:

"I just want to take a good rest tomorrow and don't arrange other affairs for the time being. I'm going to Yamen the day after tomorrow, so it's time to go to work. ”

After writing, I closed my eyes and recuperated, feeling that seven days were like a long vacation, and once the seven days passed, the long working life would be restarted.

Of course, he didn't want to be a little master for a living, for what, he couldn't tell him specifically, but he understood that if he wanted to have a larger living space, the little master would be very important to him.

If you really want to set a small goal for yourself, Lu Huang secretly thought to himself: At least you have to change from a product to a genuine product, a product, what is going on?

The Hua family looked down on it, and with the momentum of the Hua family today, I'm afraid it looks down on it even more.

He extinguished the oil lamp, but in the darkness he smiled very, very brightly!

Lu Huang slept heavily that day, and he slept well, because he was too tired.

On the second day, he got up late, had a random breakfast, and skipped lunch.

Even the usual nap was temporarily canceled.

But he didn't do what he had thought yesterday.

Originally, he planned to rest today, but a thief always flashed in his mind, and he felt that it was best to hurry up and solve this matter.

So he found the steward of Nalu and asked him if there were any famous martial arts practitioners in Nan'an City.

After all, Steward Lu was a person who walked around a lot when he went outside, and he immediately gave his own answer.

He said to Lu Huang: "Yes, there is a big martial arts hall." ”

Lu Huang immediately became interested.

"Oh, the martial arts hall, or the big martial arts hall, so how big is it?"

"How big is it, well, that ......" It turned out that Lu Huang's words stopped Steward Lu, saying how big a martial arts hall is, and what kind of standard should be used to say that it is reasonable?

He couldn't think of it for a while, after all, he was a housekeeper, not a person in the rivers and lakes, and he had never studied the martial arts hall, and he really didn't have that much interest in it.

When Lu Huang saw Steward Lu's appearance, he immediately understood that his question was too general, so he changed a more specific formulation: "Well, butler, how many disciples do you see that martial arts hall has recruited?" ”

Well, the size of a martial arts hall is very related to the number of disciples recruited, and there are many people recruited, of course, the martial arts hall is large.

Sure enough, with a specific hint from Lu Huang's direction, Steward Lu quickly replied: "There are hundreds of people." ”

He has a general understanding of this.

After listening to the butler's answer, Lu Huang nodded, thinking to himself, hundreds of people are recruiting disciples, so it should be quite large.

Then I heard Steward Lu adding over there: "This martial arts hall is called Zhao's martial arts hall, and it was created by Zhao Daxia." ”

"Zhao Daxia?" As soon as he heard this very martial arts name, Lu Huang's eyes lit up.

Boys read a lot of martial arts novels, and Lu Huang is no exception.

So at the moment he showed a lot of interest.

"Yes, Zhao Daxia created it, but he has long since passed away."

"Ah, I've passed away, who is in charge of the martial arts hall now?" Before waiting for Steward Lu to answer, what Lu Huang was thinking was that it was probably Zhao Daxia's disciple who was presiding over the martial arts hall.

But Steward Lu's answer was: "Now, his son is working as a curator." is known as Curator Xiao Zhao, the curator's surname is Zhao Mingfei, and his full name is Zhao Fei. ”

"Zhao Fei? It's Zhao Daxia's son, his kung fu is very powerful, right? ”

Lu Huang felt that it must be powerful, Zhao Daxia must have passed on all the martial arts to his son.

Steward Lu's expression was a little strange, and he groaned before he said: "Zhao Daxia is famous, what about this little Zhao Curator, he is not famous, but the Zhao Martial Arts Hall is famous." ”

When Lu Huang heard Steward Lu's words, he felt that there was something wrong with the logic in the other party's words.

He was silent and tried to brush it up.

From Steward Lu's words, Zhao Daxia's martial arts are extremely high, and he is the person who founded the Zhao Martial Arts Gym, and this Zhao Fei seems to have no achievements and a mediocre reputation, so now it seems that the Zhao Martial Arts Gym has a good business, and it can recruit so many disciples, which has a great relationship with Zhao Daxia's reputation.

This Curator Xiao Zhao is actually a second-generation martial artist, eating the surplus food of his predecessors!

Then this is the problem, what I want to find is someone who has the ability, but Steward Lu mentioned a famous martial arts hall, there is a difference between the two!

But what about Zhao Fei, Lu Huang wants to confirm it again.

So he said to Steward Lu: "Butler, this Zhao Clan's Martial Arts Hall is famous, and Zhao Fei is not necessarily a master, right?" ”

Steward Lu thought for a while before replying: "Yes, Zhao Fei is not famous, but I think since he is the son of Zhao Daxia, and he is also the current curator, how can he have two brushes!" ”

Lu Huang couldn't laugh or cry a little, it turned out that Zhao Fei really didn't seem to have any ability, and it was because of his father's blessing, so he decided to give up Zhao Fei.

I'll have to ask the others.

He asked Steward Lu: "In this city, besides Zhao Fei, what other masters are there?" ”

Steward Lu shook his head, indicating that he didn't know very well.

After sending away Steward Lu, Lu Huang was a little stunned.

Zhao Fei couldn't find anyone else.

And this Zhao Fei, judging from the information he has so far, seems to be a very ordinary second generation of martial arts, and he may not be more powerful than Ding Chang Lei Hu.

Then you don't have to go.

But Lu Huang had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he suddenly changed his mind, what he thought was that Zhao Fei was not a great kung fu nine times out of ten. But the martial arts hall is a part of the rivers and lakes.

It's still feasible to go there by yourself, because it's the first time I've set foot in the rivers and lakes.

- Maybe you can meet some powerful characters there, but that's not known!

So, Lu Huang made an important decision: to go to the Zhao Martial Arts Hall to have a look.

It was rare for him not to bring Shuangxiu this time, because he felt that kind of place, a little girl didn't have to participate.

Now Lu Huang is walking alone on the streets of Nan'an City, he watched people hurriedly walk by him, and thought to himself, no matter what era it is, people are always running for their own lives, for money and food, but they seem to be quite carefree.

What are your ideals?

He suddenly pondered this philosophical question.

It seems that I didn't think too carefully after crossing the rebirth, because I was too busy, and I also had to learn to accept the original body, so I didn't have time.

When people have free time, they will think wildly.

When he was about to walk to the martial arts hall, Lu Huang had a rough outline of what kind of person he wanted to become.

Now he was standing in front of the gate of the Zhao Clan's Martial Arts Pavilion.

The martial arts hall is very majestic, and it is said that it is a great martial arts hall, and Steward Lu is not exaggerating at all.

A large flag was also set up outside the gate of the martial arts hall, which was a pennant with embroidered edges, and it was blown in the wind.

The pennant was embroidered with the word "Zhao", Lu Huang looked at the word, and narrowed his eyes slightly, because the sunlight was cast from the sky, so he needed to close his eyes slightly if he wanted to see the word clearly.

Seeing that the word "Zhao" was written with great momentum, he didn't know who wrote it.

But looking at the style, it doesn't look like Tang Jiaojiao, could it be Tang Hui's handiwork?

Don will be famous for so long, most likely because of his youth.

I don't know if Tang Hui's writing is much different from when he was young?

But he immediately smiled and felt that he was thinking too much, he was here to break into the corner of the rivers and lakes, and it had nothing to do with calligraphy artists.

Let's go inside.

However, of course, the gate of the martial arts hall cannot be entered casually.