The carriage slowly drove away from the crowd, and the horses' hooves knocked on the bluestone slabs on the ground, making a clattering sound, and gradually drifted away from the bustling ancient streets.

Inside the car, Zhang Xuanqing lifted the curtain and peeked at the outside scenery, but he saw that the ancient street scene was still full of antique and antique streets, and the crowd on the street was all in ancient costumes.

is different from what is on TV, the clothes worn by these people in front of them should be called Hanfu in later generations. Ancient costumes, not studio costumes for filming.

Seeing this, the last trace of luck in his heart was finally extinguished, but he didn't know what dynasty he "crossed".

About half an hour later, in ancient times, it should have been a quarter of an hour, and the carriage stopped in front of a high gate compound.

After being reminded by the old housekeeper, Zhang Xuanqing got out of the car and saw a plaque hanging high on the portal, with two big characters "Zheng Fu" written on it.

At this time, he was extremely glad that he had learned calligraphy and traditional Chinese characters in order to pretend to be a master, otherwise he would be completely blind now.

There is no need to report, the owner here is waiting in the gatehouse, Zhang Xuanqing just came to the car, and saw a richly dressed middle-aged fat man greeted him, with a smile on his face, clenching his fists and arching his hands, and opening his mouth is a series of compliments.

Well, it should be a compliment...... Right?

Anyway, Zhang Xuanqing said that he didn't understand a word.

He also wondered, why people traveled through the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties or the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, which dynasty could speak Mandarin, and why were all illiterate people everywhere he crossed over?

Is it because he lacks a system, the main god or something, or is it because the old man who God matched him with was played to death by him?

Zhang Xuanqing was still distracted here, and the middle-aged fat man over there looked a little embarrassed in the face of his "lukewarm".

Seeing this, the old housekeeper walked to the middle-aged fat man and whispered in a low voice, thinking that it was not a good word.

In fact, he doesn't have to be like this, even if he shouts at the top of his throat, Zhang Xuanqing may not be able to understand it.

Sure enough, after the old housekeeper finished speaking, the middle-aged fat man's face changed. Then, although his smile did not decrease, he still stretched out his hand and led Zhang Xuanqing towards the courtyard. But in that smile, no matter how you look at it, there is a little reluctance.

Entering the courtyard, entering the main hall, there are already maids waiting in the hall. Seeing Zhang Xuanqing and the middle-aged fat man coming, they gave salutes one after another.

When the middle-aged fat man led Zhang Xuanqing to sit down, a maid immediately poured tea and water, and then the maid retreated, leaving Zhang Xuanqing, the old housekeeper, and Zheng Fatzi sitting in the hall.

Can you not sit on wax, the language barrier, everything else is in vain.

However, Zhang Xuanqing made a discovery: there were no tables, chairs and benches in the living room of Zheng Fatzi's house, instead of two benches and feet moved from the side hall, and the host and guest sat separately. The sitting is similar to a futon, and it is still kneeling, it seems that this should be before the Tang Dynasty.

Zhang Xuanqing is not used to kneeling, but fortunately he has a Taoist identity, so he simply sits cross-legged and sipps tea...... Phew, what the hell is the green onion, ginger, and salt in the tea!

While complaining in his heart, the maid who had just left came back, reaching out and following a few cooks, who were holding wine and delicacies in their hands.

Dinner?

Zhang Xuanqing's eyes lit up, and he immediately labeled Zheng Fatzi as a "good person" in his heart: Of course he is a good person, he has never known each other, he invited him to dinner as soon as he met, can there be anyone better than this in the world?

As soon as the wine and food were served, Zhang Xuanqing casually arched his hand to Zheng Fatzi and the old housekeeper beside Zheng Fatzi, and he didn't know if this etiquette was right, so he couldn't wait to move his chopsticks.

No way, hungry!

Zheng Fatzi and the old housekeeper looked at each other when they saw this, this is not over, I don't know when a middle-aged woman came to the room, bowed to Zhang Xuanqing, her eyes were tearful, she was choked with words, her face was full of pleading, and she didn't know what she was going to do.

Or Zheng Fat Man walked over and picked her up, and then whispered in a low voice, the woman's face was sad, Zheng Fat Man sighed, and muttered a few words to Zhang Xuanqing, with an apologetic face, and then ordered the old housekeeper something, and took the woman to the back of the hall.

The old housekeeper stood still and didn't move, just watching Zhang Xuanqing eat like a hungry ghost, looking at that posture, if it wasn't quite self-contained, I am afraid that he would have to drive people away.

Zhang Xuanqing turned a blind eye, and secretly calculated in his heart: "This family is definitely not looking for themselves on a whim, but has some kind of purpose." And when I first arrived, I had neither fame nor money, and my purpose for finding myself was mostly related to my own outfit. After all, we can be regarded as 'fairy wind bones' and 'crane hair and childish face' now. ”

"The woman just now seems to be the wife of the fat man Zheng, judging from her performance, either her father is dead and her mother is married, or her husband is having an affair, or there is something wrong with the heir. ”

After listening to the old housekeeper's words, he showed some loss and coldness, and when he left, he sighed and couldn't fake it. In this way, it can be ruled out that the husband is having an affair. ”

"As for the marriage of the father and the mother, this point can also be ignored. After all, they didn't wear linen and filial piety, and they didn't twist and unspeak, and it was quite difficult for ancient women to remarry. ”

"The rest is that there is a problem with the heirs......"

"Look at that Zheng Poniang's chest is ******, it shouldn't be that she can't give birth, so it's definitely not asking me for a child. And crying so sadly, no child will not cry like that, so it should be the son who has a problem. ”

"It is even possible that the son is still an only son, and the worst is the eldest son and eldest grandson. ”

"I am a Taoist priest, at least in the eyes of outsiders, I am still a Taoist priest with a 'crane hair and a childish face' and a 'good look'. As a result, their sons are either sick or possessed by demons and evil spirits. ”

"According to the couple's performance, there is a high probability that their son will get sick. After all, I fell in love with myself at the beginning, I am afraid that it was because I 'had a skill in rejuvenating my face', and I thought that my medical skills were extraordinary. But later, when I saw that I was deaf and dumb, I felt that I was just like this, and I was a good person, so I would 'bow and be stubborn'. ”

Zhang Xuanqing had a headache when he thought of this.

Although he had never seen demons and monsters in his life, but now that he had crossed over, what else was impossible? What's more, even if he is not possessed by demons, he will not cure him if he is just sick!

This is also the reason why Zheng Fatzi did not stop him from leaving him before: he can't speak the words of this era, but he can write, at least communication is not a problem. But why didn't he mention it? Isn't it just that he is not sure to give the other party a peace!

After all, he knows his own family affairs, and his Taoist priest is completely fake, and fortune-telling depends on the ability to observe words and feelings, not to mention helping people, it is good if he can not harm others.

If he still has many scruples in modern times, it's a big deal to run away after the money. But in this strange world in front of him, his eyes were black, he couldn't even speak, everything was full of unknowns, and money might not be spent.

For the sake of his own life, before he understood the world and learned the language of this world, he decided that it was better not to cause trouble.

But if you don't cause trouble, how can you seize this long-term meal ticket in front of you?

Just when Zhang Xuanqing was in a dilemma, suddenly a small servant ran in, walked to the old housekeeper who was still sitting with him, and whispered for a while.

The old housekeeper looked overjoyed, and commanded the little maid, ignoring Zhang Xuanqing, leaving the main hall and walking straight outside.

The rest of the little guy didn't pay attention to Zhang Xuanqing, and hurried to the inner courtyard again, thinking that he was trying to pass on some news to the fat man Zheng.

After a while, the noise came, and I saw Zheng Fatzi and his wife passing by the main hall and going straight to the door.

Soon, two Taoist priests, one old and one young, were surrounded by Zheng Fatzi and a group of people and walked into the courtyard. The old man is forty or fifty years old, dressed in a green robe, simple and tight, with a long beard under his chin, his appearance is clear, and his posture is plump and cool; Both of them had a dusty look on their faces, and Zhang Xuanqing's eyebrows jumped when they saw it.

Is this here to steal business?

However, the two Taoist priests did not enter the house, or the main hall. After saying a few words to Zheng Fatzi outside the door, Zheng Fatzi and Mrs. Zheng led him to the backyard with joy on their faces.

Although Zhang Xuanqing was anxious, he was helpless, so he simply looked at the room.

At this time, there was only one maid who accompanied him in the house, and he had no right to drive him away. The room is spacious, but not empty, and the floors and walls are all wooden. There are calligraphy and paintings on the wall, a screen on the ground, and I don't see the antique vases that are common in TV dramas. And most of the calligraphy and paintings on the wall are new, and no one can be named.

After looking at it for a week, there was nothing special to discover, and I still couldn't determine the specific age I belonged to. Zhang Xuanqing looked at the maid on the side again.

The little girl is about fifteen, sixteen or seven, maybe Zhang Xuanqing has crossed the wrong way, others have traveled through ancient times, no matter what maid or woman, lady, miss, old mother who washes the toilet, they are all rare beauties in the world. And the one in front of Zhang Xuanqing can only be said to be quite good-looking.

Fifteen or sixteen years old, in ancient times, a woman should be called a curtain, a broken melon, or a jasper year?

In short, it is the time when the flowers are blooming and can be picked.

At this time, the body of the average little girl has basically grown, and with a youthful and beautiful atmosphere, even the monk may not be tempted to see it.

Of course, the great monks are not necessarily, no matter what, they have to be debaters, lamp grass monks and the like.

And the one in front of Zhang Xuanqing is a round little face, although the skin is good, but the eyes are small and pitiful, and they are like a slit when they are squinted.

Although this kind of eye has a very beautiful name, called Danfeng Eye, and the round little face is also worthy of the idiom "face is like a silver plate", but together it is a little insufficient.

Don't believe it, think about Chen Yanxi's appearance in ancient costumes?

Therefore, Zhang Xuanqing only glanced at it, and then shifted his attention to her.

It's not about the figure, it's about the costume!