The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

"My uncle is really far-sighted. He not only employs people but also manages them. He really thinks deeply about it."

"Just learn from me slowly."

"I can't learn this kind of intrigue and deception. Uncle, who is that person who was carried back? Will he live in our house in the future?"

Wan Lianxing said, "He will live in our house from now on. You must treat him with courtesy. You and Shang Xi should call him Uncle Ge, and tell others to call him Mr. Ge. No one is allowed to neglect him."

"Who is this guy? He can't be another exile. He is dressed even worse than the ordinary villagers here. He must be a criminal."

Wan Lianxing recounted the story of Ge Dongqing again.

Cheng Feng said: "Uncle, I understand now. You are proficient in the art of controlling people, and you specialize in controlling all kinds of capable people."

Wan Lianxing said: "Hahahaha, there is nothing I can do. My uncle values ​​talent."

On the other side, Shang Xi accompanied Hong Yunrang to see the doctor, "How did you hurt your forehead?"

Hong Yunrang said: "To Aunt Shang Xi, I got hurt from kowtow to my grandfather."

Shang Xi was speechless. "Why are you kowtowing so hard? You didn't risk your life to get this grandfather, did you?"

"That's it."

"Then you really found yourself a grandfather. This grandfather is not an ordinary grandfather. What happened to the wound on your body? It can't be that the Marquis beat you, right?"

"This is what the yamen runners did to me because I didn't do my job of cultivating the land."

The man's surname was Hong. He was reclaiming wasteland in the mountains and was whipped by yamen runners. Shang Xi roughly guessed his identity, so he arranged a place for him to live and arranged for people to serve him. No matter what his background was, as long as he could be on equal terms with Wan Lianxing as grandfather and grandson, it was only natural for him to live here, and he would not be short of fine clothes and delicious food.

After tidying up, Shang Xi brought people to see Wan Lianxing, "Uncle, I brought the person to you, do you like it?" The person was tidyed up neatly and cleanly by Shang Xi, completely unlike the dirty child who was just brought into the house.

"Meet little grandpa."

Wan Lianxing waved his hand, and Hong Yunrang took two steps forward. Wan Lianxing looked at him carefully and said, "You look better than your father, and you have a better temper than your father."

"Little Grandpa, what am I going to do here every day? Serve tea or something?"

Wan Lianxing said: "That job is not yours."

"Then what do I do?"

Wan Lianxing said, "You should study and write with your brother every day, and practice swordplay."

"Where is my brother?"

"My younger brother was locked up for being naughty. Can he be released today?" Wan Lianxing looked at Qiao Rong. Only Qiao Rong knew Cheng Youning's situation best.

"My Lord, the young master will definitely be able to come out today."

"How long will it take? Have you asked?" Wan Lianxing was still a little uncomfortable not seeing Cheng Youning that day.

Qiao Rong said, "I'm not sure yet. I just went to the window to ask, and the attendant master said that the young master was tired from writing and was taking an afternoon nap."

Shang Xi sighed, "I think even though the punishment was light, he still had the energy to take an afternoon nap."

Qiao Rong said, "Madam, the punishment is already severe. The young master has been crying out in pain all day. Madam, please have mercy on him and spare him."

Shang Xi's eyes narrowed and she gritted her teeth, "No way! If he dares to make the same mistake a second time, I will chop off his fingers."

"Ah?" Qiao Rong's face was completely sad.

Hong Yunrang shrank his neck, thinking that just now this young aunt Shang Xi had a kind face and spoke gently without any airs, why did she change her face now and become so fierce? Whose finger is she going to cut off? Could it be her own son's finger? If so, this woman is too fierce.

Shang Xi said, "Go knock on his window and wake him up to write the family motto."

"Yes." Qiao Rong had no choice but to do as he was told.

Wan Lianxing said: "Yunrang, you go with Qiao Rong, and let Qiao Rong take you around the mansion."

"Yes, little grandpa."

Two people came to the window, "Is my brother in there?"

Qiao Rong nodded, "He was locked up yesterday." He tapped the window gently, "Young Master, are you awake?"

"Don't come here to call for help. Let someone open the door for us." The speaker was a follower.

"Has it been written?"

"I've been writing for a whole day and night. Even if I write with my feet, I should be able to finish it."

As soon as the door opened, the attendant came out and saw Hong Yunrang at a glance, "Oh, there's a new person in the mansion."

"Master, this is Master Hong Yunrang."

"Oh, I see." The follower turned and left without giving Hong Yunrang a chance to greet him. Hong Yunrang stood at the door, not knowing whether to go into the house with Qiao Rong.

"Young Master."

There was no bed in the room, so Cheng Youning slept on the table. When he heard Qiao Rong calling him, he sat up and asked, "Have you finished writing?"

"It's written, it's written, don't drop it on the ground."

Cheng Youning shook his wrist and said, "My hand hurts."

Qiao Rong grabbed Cheng Youning's hand and squeezed it repeatedly, complaining to Cheng Youning, "You are so stubborn that you won't give in. Is it so easy to write fifty family mottos?"

Cheng Youning said, "I had already written my own fifty recitations, but Master was being naughty and asked me to write for him. He insisted that I had implicated him. Sigh, I am being punished for my master's crime, right?"

"Just do the math. You better be obedient in the future."

Cheng Youning nodded obediently, and then his eyes suddenly lit up: "Hey, Qiao Rong, who is he? He looks a little unfamiliar."

"He is Master Hong Yunrang, the Marquis's adopted grandson."

Hong Yunrang came in and said, "Meet my brother."

Cheng Youning jumped off the table and bowed, "Hello, brother."

The two men looked at each other. Cheng Youning mainly looked at how much taller this brother was than him. It seemed that he was much taller than him, but very thin and not as strong as him.

"How many years older is my brother than me?"

"How old is your brother?"

"Five years old."

"I am ten years older than you."

Cheng Youning smiled and said, "No wonder you are much taller than me."

Hong Yunrang said politely, "My brother will definitely be taller than me when he is my age."

Cheng Youning raised his head and said, "I am much taller than my peers now. Everyone says that I will grow taller in the future. Brother, will you live here in the future?"

"The Marquis said that from now on, the young master and Master Hong will study and write together, and practice swordplay together."

"Brother, can you wield a sword?"

Hong Yunrang shook his head and said, "No."

"So, brother can wield a gun or a stick?"

Hong Yunrang still shook his head: "No."

"Then there is a bow and arrow club, right?"

Hong Yunrang said: "I'm ashamed that I don't know how to do these."

Cheng Youning said: "You can't do it. Our Wan family values ​​martial arts, so we all have to learn a little bit. Even my mother knows a little bit about the art of bows and crossbows."