in2ebook Chapter 358: Active Son-in-Law
Chapter 358: Active Son-in-Law
Zhang Wenling received a long-distance confession from his beloved daughter through the mouth of his future son-in-law, and was a little dizzy from the sugar-coated bullet.
The young man who I have always disliked seems to have some good points.
Zhang Wenling couldn't suppress the smile, and tried to act reserved and taught Gong Yuanzheng: "You are not a child anymore, don't say love and like all the time, it's not serious."
Gong Yuanzheng did not accept the instruction respectfully this time. He smiled and said, "But she said that even if we are eighty years old, we can still act like spoiled children in front of our parents."
Zhang Wenling stopped talking.
Gong Yuanzheng was excited: [Zhao Zhao, your father has wavered.]
Zhang Xueming's eyes were filled with an undisguised smile: [Keep up your efforts and try to make daddy call you son-in-law today.]
Gong Yuanzheng sighed: [It is unlikely that he will call me son-in-law. I will try to prevent his father from getting beaten. There is still some hope.]
Zhang Xueming was in a good mood. He glanced at the man lying on the ground crying and said gently, "Why is it so? It's been almost three years, and you have only embezzled less than 8,000 taels from the wool business. I should thank you for showing mercy. After all, compared to what you got from the barbarian nobles, it's nothing, right?
By the way, I heard that you received another incense stick in Ba Mi Hutong and Luo Ting Hutong? I, as the master, was negligent. I should at least send you a gift to congratulate you for the birth of a new child."
The man was so frightened that he dared not hope any longer and hurriedly told everything he had concealed. He tried his best to emphasize that he had only relaxed the wool prices for those small tribes and had not leaked any information about the Zhang family and Changling City.
After he signed, Zhang Xueming said, "Your surname is not Zhang, so you will be dealt with according to the laws of the northern border." He picked up the copper bell on the desk and rang it twice. Then a guard came in, gagged the man and dragged him out.
Killing the chicken to scare the monkey has a good effect.
Zhang Xueming wasted the whole morning, and things were sorted out. Two people were in charge, and the bribes collected from the barbarians were more than the stolen money.
"It's strange. The North has only been stable for a few years. Could it be that the pain of losing relatives and friends to the enemy has been overwhelmed by greed so quickly? Is it that the salary of 500 taels of silver a year plus bonuses and commissions is too little, or is it that people are greedy and will only want more no matter how much they get?"
Before the last person in charge left, Zhang Xueming sighed in a low voice, believing that the other party would pass her words on to everyone.
Gong Yuanzheng's cheerful voice came: [We have arrived at the dungeon.]
After a while, he exclaimed again: [Zhao Zhao, I saw the barbarian skull wall you mentioned. It's really spectacular! Well, it just smells a bit.]
Zhang Xueming was surprised: [The dungeon is cleaned every day. After washing with clean water, quicklime is used to dry and disinfect it. Logically, it shouldn't smell bad.]
Gong Yuanzheng said embarrassedly: [It's not that the dungeon stinks, it's that I was too close to the wall. It was the first time I saw a wall made of skeletons. The fire was jumping and it looked so beautiful. I couldn't help but touch it... Oops, your father looked at me with a strange look. ]
Zhang Xueming suppressed his laughter: [It's okay, he probably remembered me. I don't like killing people, but I'm not afraid of death. The first time he took me to the dungeon, I couldn't help but touch it, and he beat me up. He said those were all barbarian heads, very dirty.]
Gong Yuanzheng was depressed: [Your father didn't allow me to look closely, told me to walk quickly, and lectured me like a child, unable to walk when seeing something new.]
Zhang Xueming put the scroll into a painting tube, then into the painting and calligraphy jar. He washed his hands and went to the bedroom to change his clothes.
[You guys should finish your work quickly, maybe we can go shopping for a while and have lunch in a restaurant. ]
In the dungeon of the City Lord's Mansion, Gong Yuanzheng stopped and his eyes sparkled: [Have you finished dealing with your affairs? So impressive! It's easier for you to manage a city than for my brother to manage a palace gate.]
[The people in charge have passed various tests and are selected. There is a regular assessment system and a reward system for supervision and reporting. If there are problems, they will not be a big problem. If it weren't for my father thinking that since they were promoted by me, I should be the one to deal with them, those with problems would not have waited for me to come back.]
Gong Yuanzheng understood: [In the final analysis, it is still the palace gate system that has problems. ]
There happened to be a wall full of strange-looking torture instruments hanging where he stopped. Zhang Wenling misunderstood. Seeing his bright eyes, he felt tired and grabbed his arm: "Hurry up, why do you stop every three steps? Are you a country boy coming to the city?"
When his right arm was grabbed, Gong Yuanzheng's left hand reflexively reached into the hidden weapon bag.
When he came to his senses, he saw Zhang Wenling staring at his finger holding the poison dart, and he couldn't help but smirk and stuffed the two-inch long crescent dart back: "People who practice martial arts, inertia is the key."
Zhang Wenling looked at him with new eyes: "Not bad. Being in an unfamiliar environment with no familiar people around, you should always be alert."
Gong Yuanzheng didn't see any sarcasm in his expression. He was about to smile and accept the compliment, but he saw Zhang Wenling raised his eyebrows and curled his lips slightly: "It's a pity that it's hindsight. If you had been alert all the time, I wouldn't have been able to catch your arm at all. You are not as good as Zhao Zhao in this respect."
Gong Yuanzheng's mouth twitched slightly: "Boy, learn from me."
Zhang Wenling let go of his right arm and urged him to walk faster: "Stop looking around."
Gong Yuanzheng followed his footsteps and whispered, "I just suddenly remembered that she said yesterday that she would take me to Xianpin Pavilion for lunch after finishing her work this morning, and she would also order ten crispy ducks to send back to the mansion to add to the family's dishes.
Uncle, let's go to Xianpin Pavilion later, maybe she is really waiting for us there."
Zhang Wenling was half-believing and half-doubting, but he still sped up. He didn't ask anyone to bring Zheng Nanyi out, but called a middle-aged man with a lunch box and went directly to the cell.
Before the door was opened, Gong Yuanzheng stopped them, gently lifted a corner of the iron sheet covering the window with his fingers, and threw in a small pill that he had been holding in his hand for some time.
After a moment, he made way: "You can open the door now."
Zhang Wenling and the Zhang family member who came with the medicine looked at his series of actions and felt as if they were seeing a male version of Zhang Xueming. They stared at him speechlessly for several seconds.
When the Zhang family member opened the iron gate, Zheng Nanyiyi had already fallen to the ground, unconscious.
Gong Yuanzheng and the others were turned over, and only then did they look at her face from a distance: [Ah, Zheng Nanyi doesn't look like Zhao Zhao at all.]
Zhang Xueming sent someone to tell Yang about the trip, and led the maid to the carriage: [She is like her father. ]
Gong Yuanzheng curled his lips, glanced at it and then turned to look at Zhang Wenling: "Uncle, please tell me if you have anything to say."
Zhang Wenling was so enthusiastic that he was a little confused, but he was very clear about what he should do.
Gong Yuanzheng deftly removed Zheng Nanyi's jaw, and without caring whether he would choke to death, he poured the medicine down his throat. He put down the bowl and looked at Zhang Wenling expectantly, "Uncle, is there anything else I can do?"
Zhang Wenling was going to tell him the whole story and intimidate this ignorant little thing, but he pulled Zhang Wenling out and quietly changed his words: "Father, let's talk about these things in the carriage. I have a feeling that she has already left."