A New Character Every Month

Zhao Mingde looked at the snow falling continuously outside the window, and complained: "My son's injury has finally healed up, and it started snowing before I had time to have fun."

Although it is often said in the poems that the literati are romantic, but when it comes to the snowy moon, how many people are still thinking about looking for flowers and asking willows, isn't that because the head was kicked by the donkey?

"Brother Zhao, it's okay now anyway, why don't we play chess."

Next to him, a person spoke.

Zhao Mingde rolled his eyes: "The chess I hate the most in my life, why do you say there are so many rules in a game of Go? Who can understand it?"

The few people next to you looked at each other in blank dismay, you just don't understand, we all understand.

"Brother Zhao, don't get me wrong."

The man just said again: "I'm not talking about Go, but a kind of chess that has become popular recently. The rules are simple and clear, and it only takes a cup of tea to decide the outcome of a game."

"What chess?"

Zhao Mingde's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked, "Why don't I know?"

He is so bored now that he is bragging and farting. If there is such a kind of chess, he doesn't mind playing it.

"Gobang."

Immediately, the man explained the rules in detail.

In the private room, several other people were also interested, and immediately asked someone to take some chessboards.

Then start the two-two duel, and after a few rounds, you will be almost proficient.

Under the opponent's deliberate concession, Zhao Mingde wins more and loses less, and the more he plays, the more vigorous he is. He just feels that this is more enjoyable than usual hunting for flowers and willows.

And draw a conclusion from it: how can women have fun playing chess.

"I don't know who invented backgammon."

Zhao Mingde won another game, he laughed and said, "I must reward him well."

The person next to him hesitated and said: "I heard that this backgammon came from the Zhou family. It is said that Lin Zian, the son-in-law of the Zhou family, created it by chance."

"Lin Zian..."

Zhao Mingde's face immediately darkened.

Ever since the poetry meeting was self-defeating and caused him to be poisoned by a poisoned arrow, he regarded Lin Zian as a disaster.

As for the original idea of ​​wanting to teach the other party some lessons and let the princess remember his own thoughts, he had long since left him behind.

No matter how good a beauty is, she must be blessed to enjoy it.

Continue to meet the brow of the catastrophe, what if an arrow is shot from nowhere and hits the vital point directly?

"Wait, you can't go in!"

A guard's voice suddenly came from outside the door.

Bang!

The door was forcefully pushed open, and a middle-aged man with a long sword on his waist and a hulking back broke free from the guards at the door and walked in.

His gaze scanned the room, and then stopped on Zhao Mingde's face.

"I am Qu Mingda, the head of the Zhou family's bodyguard."

The middle-aged man said: "Master Zhao, my uncle invites you to meet next door."

Hearing this unceremonious tone, Zhao Mingde was suddenly a little annoyed: "Why do you want me to come over? If he wants to find me, tell him to come here by himself."

"Master Zhao, have you thought about it?"

Qu Mingda's expression remained unchanged.

In fact, when Zhao Mingde blurted out that sentence just now, he regretted it in his heart.

Thinking of the previous few times, it seemed that it was the discord with Lin Zian that caused those unlucky things to happen.

If you really let the other party come to see you, there is no guarantee that something unexpected will happen.

"Hmph, I've naturally thought about it."

Zhao Mingde snorted coldly and stood up: "Since he asked you to invite me, then I will give him some face."

Several people in the room were stunned for a moment. They thought that Zhao Mingde's expression was to go back forcefully so as to embarrass that son-in-law, but it turned out to be completely different from what they had expected.

Although the tone was fierce, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was clearly admitting cowardice.

"Master Zhao, please!"

Qu Mingda broke away from the two guards who grabbed his hand, and raised his hand towards the door to signal.

"Just wait here, I'll go back as soon as I go."

With his head held high, Zhao Mingde walked out with high spirits.

With this expression, if someone didn't know it, he might think that Lin Zi'an was asking him for something.

The box next door.

Lin Guang sat casually on a chair, looking at Xiao Ke who was making tea.

Not to mention, although this little girl is usually playful, she can do anything that a maid would do, and she is not bad at all.

"Grandpa, your tea is ready."

With a sweet smile on Xiao Ke's face, she put a freshly poured cup of tea in front of Lin Zi'an.

Lin Zian took a sip, nodded slightly and said, "Not bad, there is progress."

"hey-hey."

Xiao Ke filled the teacup again, and then obediently stood behind him.

Seeing that Lin Zian didn't seem to have any intention of turning back, her face immediately changed, and she stuck out her pink tongue.

"it hurts......"

Xiao Ke quietly stretched out a hand and rubbed her buttocks, only feeling that the injury from the beating yesterday hadn't healed yet.

Damn, what Xiaoyi said was not accurate at all, if my uncle is not narrow-minded, then what is narrow-minded?

At this time, the door was opened, and Qu Mingda walked in: "Master, Mr. Zhao has been brought here."

When he first arrived at the door, Zhao Mingde was still arrogant, but when the door was opened, he immediately turned into a smile, and he was also flattering.

"Brother Zhao, you're welcome."

Lin Zian glanced at Zhao Mingde, then pointed to the seat opposite: "Sit!"

"Thank you, Brother Lin."

Zhao Mingde sat down somewhat cautiously, then picked up the tea cup that Xiao Ke had just placed in front of him, took a sip and stopped touching it.

The wine is still delicious, but for some reason some people want to drink tea.

Zhao Mingde thought he was just saying a few words casually, but he waited and found that Lin Zian was either drinking tea or chatting about some irrelevant topics without any sign of stopping.

Seeing the so-called gathering, the time was getting longer and longer, and he began to fidget.

I always feel that the longer I stay with Lin Zi'an, the greater the chance of being unlucky.

Zhao Mingde picked up the teacup, finished it in one gulp, and said, "I don't know why Brother Lin is looking for me?"

"I can't find you if it's okay?"

Lin Zian glanced at him.

"Where, where."

Zhao Mingde said with a sneer, "I'm just curious."

"I have a piece of information that is beneficial to your family. I wonder if Brother Zhao is interested?"

The corners of Lin Zian's mouth twitched slightly.

Zhao Mingde was somewhat disapproving in his heart, but he still maintained a respectful face and asked, "What's a good thing?"

"In two days, a donation ceremony will be held for the disasters in the fief. If brother Zhao is interested, please persuade my father to donate more."

Lin Zian said lightly.

For the major disasters that may be faced in the future, it is naturally impossible to solve them only by donating money.

Most of those landlords and merchants are a group of people who don't cry when they don't see the coffin. Asking them to donate money is like cutting their flesh.

Only by finding a few donors first, and taking the lead in donating more, can other people not be too casual.

Zhou Yunhan has already contacted several families in private, if there are still some people who will do their own way and do nothing.

The only way to do this is to scare the chickens to scare the monkeys. On the one hand, they can raise more silver taels, and on the other hand, they can make other people throw their hands at them.

And the reason why he said this to Zhao Mingde was that he happened to hear the voice from the next door and called him over.

After more than a month of understanding, he somewhat knew that although the Zhao family was not a good thing, compared to other families, it was considered a white lotus.

In addition, Zhao Mingde's attitude just now was considered correct, so he didn't mind mentioning this matter.

Otherwise, if the Zhao family's brains are cramped to resist the donation, or if they do some outrageous behaviors, they may become the chicken that kills chickens to scare monkeys.

As soon as the matter was finished, without waiting for Zhao Mingde to ask, Lin Zian picked up a teacup to see off the guests.

Zhao Mingde returned to the box just now in a daze, until he sat back in his seat, he still hadn't figured out why Lin Zian said this to him.

"Brother Zhao."

A few people nearby asked: "What did that Lin surname do to you?"

Zhao Mingde forced a smile: "How is it possible, who is this young master? Lin Zian is just a door-to-door son-in-law. Even if I borrow his courage, he will not dare to do anything to me."

However, several people cast doubtful glances. Judging by your expression, you clearly have something on your mind.

After returning home, the more Zhao Mingde thought about it, the more wrong he became.

The fundraising ceremony has been held several times since he can remember.

If it is held again this year, according to the way the Zhao family handled it in the past, it will probably mean donating 200 taels of silver or equivalent materials.

But thinking of asking Lin Zian to ask his family to donate more, he felt that the donation this time might not be that simple.

Gritting his teeth, Zhao Mingde walked out of the room and came to his father Zhao Heng's room.