Syndicate Growth Manual

Zhencheng carefully wrote the details of the accompanying study in the past few months in the letter. There are eight of them in total, accompanying Gong Ziyu to study in two or two shifts, providing a working meal in the morning and noon, and Gong Ziyu is still alone in his palace. Set aside an ear room for them to rest.The letter also mentions that "Xiaojun treats us very well", and the tone is quite disturbing.

Zhao Yuan and Zhencheng didn't get along very long, but Zhencheng trusted him more than others, and the two had a tacit understanding that didn't need to be said.He thinks he understands Zhencheng quite well. Zhencheng is very smart and sensitive. He doesn't like to speak bluntly and is more tolerant. People like this express uneasiness, which shows how vigilant he is towards Concubine Qi.

"Ah Cheng hasn't changed yet..." He looked at the neat handwriting on the letter paper and sighed.

At the end of the letter, the son Yu was mentioned, only saying "Yu is a gentleman".

Zhao Yuan had never met Gong Ziyu, but Jiangcheng Shangfang had always had a good opinion of Gong Ziyu, and Gong Ziyu was only a year or two older than him at that time, even his father He never had any bad comments about Gongzi Yu, but he is actually a very famous person!This is really "good bamboo shoots out of bad bamboo", a vicious woman like Qi Pin doesn't know how to raise a gentleman.

He thought for a while, got up and found a box to put the letter in, and then showed it to his father, maybe he could see something.

On the second day, after Zhao Yuan finished washing, he went to the main room to have breakfast, and was stunned when he saw Fang Ji.

There is a juicy and fresh peach blossom on the black lacquer and gold square table.

Zhao Yuan sat down cross-legged, picked up a peach blossom branch and smelled it: "Where did this come from?" It was quite fragrant, sweet and delicious...

Fang Ling and Fang Jin came in with the food box in their hands, seeing him eager to try a piece, they quickly put down the food box and snatched the peach blossom.She glared at Zhao Yuan angrily, and said: "This is for putting in a bottle. If you want to eat, you can eat it all today!" Then she got up and went to the inner room with the flower branches in her hands.

Fang Jin pursed her lips and opened the food box with a smile, and took out a large ceramic bowl of peach blossom porridge, a plate of rice cakes filled with peach blossom sauce, a plate of scrambled eggs with willow sprouts, and a plate of thinly sliced ​​sauced duck legs .I saw that the peach blossom porridge was boiled tightly, with a faint pink color, and the petals inside became transparent, but some fresh peach blossom petals were sprinkled on it. It seems that I can taste the sweet taste.

"March [-], peach blossom porridge, but the peach blossoms are gone before and after the cold food here, so we can eat it now." Fang Jin scooped up a bowl of porridge and put it in front of Zhao Yuan, and then smiled, "This is still sent by Mr. Lang. Someone sent it, saying that a few peach blossoms bloomed in a forest outside the city wall, and specially sent it back to Da Lang."

Why?Zhao Yuan blinked, so this is the flower his father gave him?

He immediately took a mouthful of it happily, it was sweet, and then picked up a piece of cake and bit it down, the soft and hot cake had a rice fragrance, just after he took a bite, the hot peach blossom sauce inside flowed out, and his mouth was full immediately It is the aroma of peach blossoms.

Fang Ling inserted the crooked flower branch together with a few light-yellow jasmines into a white porcelain flower vase, and placed it on the table.The hard-colored interior suddenly became more tender.She turned back to the outside room and saw Zhao Yuan eating deliciously, so she couldn't help sighing and showing a smile.Fang Jin and her looked at each other, and then looked away tacitly.

Because of the delicious food contributed by a certain father, Zhao Yuan was in a good mood all morning.He and Zhao Da and Zhengyang Huaixi did a complete set of homework in the schoolyard, took a shower together sweating profusely, and then went to study in the study.

The most difficult thing to say in Xiguan in the past few years is probably the matter of studying.In the first two years, Zhao Yuan studied steadily, and followed his father into the military camp. Although he stayed in the mansion for eight or nine days a month, he couldn't be on time.From then on, they basically relied on self-study, and when they accumulated questions, they waited until ten days off to ask their masters. Instead, many teachers in these military camps could teach them.

It was only then that Zhao Yuan understood why military officers were not highly educated.For all the famous generals, who hasn't been in the army since childhood?Who has time to read books when they can lead troops to fight?It is not bad for those military officers who are from the common clan to be proficient in writing and ink.

After lunch, several of them went to bed separately.Bored, Zhao Yuan took out Mao Mao's big red dates and ran to the front school field to race horses.Dahongzao is a teenager in the second stage of middle school, and he is very dissatisfied with being unable to sleep in the middle of the day and having to walk around the small yard.

#The master is completely a snake spirit, how to trample him to death, wait online, very urgent. #

Zhao Yuan completely ignored Comrade Mao Mao's dissatisfaction, turned over and lay on his back with his limbs hanging.The square pattern of the courtyard makes the sky appear to be square. This season has always been rainy, and the clouds in the sky are dark in color, as if rainwater can be squeezed out at any time.

It's so boring.

Zhao Yuan was in a daze casually, raising one hand to look at it.The wrist of this hand is exquisite, the palm is not big, but the fingers are very slender. It should be as white and slender as other noble children in Jiangcheng, but the reality is that there is a thin layer of calluses on his tiger's mouth and index finger. It is caused by holding the halberd and the handle for a long time.

However, he was very proud.

His father had rougher hands.

Zhao Yuan clearly remembered the feeling of Zhao Chen's palm caressing his body, rough, scratchy, and scalding... Every time he thought about it, he felt embarrassed.The roughness is due to the thick cocoon, which is not the thin cocoon formed every year or two like him.Every few months, he would help his father grind off the new calluses on his hands, otherwise the calluses would be too thick to hold weapons.

Those cocoons are the accumulation of military exploits!

"Dalang."

Someone next to him called him, and Zhao Yuan heard that it was the guard guarding the gate, so he turned over and got off his horse.

The guard stood by the half-open door, saw him get off his horse, hurried over with a halberd, and handed Zhao Yuan a rolled-up cloth strip: "There is someone outside who asked his subordinates to give this to you, and his subordinates have checked it." , it seems that there are words written in it."

Zhao Yuan took the one-finger-long cloth scroll and asked, "Can you see what kind of person he is?"

The guard thought for a while: "He is quite tall, with a beard, ear protection hat, and ordinary cloth clothes, and his voice is not very old... He said that you rescued him first, and he wanted to see you, what is your identity?" Humble and so on, the subordinate asked him to stop, said to ask for instructions, maybe we can see him, but he turned around and left."

Zhao Yuan couldn't help being surprised.

"Okay, go on your own, maybe it's someone I know."

"Your subordinate will leave." The guard saluted, went out and closed the door.

Zhao Yuan unrolled the paper while walking towards the second courtyard. Seeing that the master ignored him, Da Hongzao followed behind him step by step, and stretched out his big head to grab the cloth scroll.

"Hey, don't make trouble, stinky maomao!" Zhao Yuan pushed it away speechlessly, and turned to look at the cloth strip.Seeing this, he was stunned.

The words on the cloth seem to be written with charcoal, but they are written by Bai Rong.

[Bazili Lane]

With just these four characters, the inscription is a rough tiger head.

Zhao Yuan's heart was shocked, and he carefully read those four characters together with the tiger's head several times.That's right, he taught Ah Hu to draw that tiger head, but he drew it delicately, but Ah Hu couldn't learn how to hold a brush.

He stood there in a daze, full of disbelief.Uncle obviously... No, no, Uncle won't lie to him, I'm afraid even Uncle himself doesn't know that Ah Hu is not dead...

Zhao Yuan lowered his head and glanced at the cloth again, still hesitating in his heart.Is it really Ah Hu?

Bazili Lane is not far from the General's Mansion, but it is located in the bustling market, and it takes more than ten minutes to walk there.If it was really Ah Hu, he would naturally be able to infiltrate Fucheng, but how could the Quanrong people spare his life and let him go?

This matter... is really strange.

Zhao Yuan took a light breath, no matter whether he thought about it or not, this trip must be going.He thought for a while, went back to the study, put the strip of cloth on the long case, pressed it down with a ruler, left a few words, and then found a piece from the backyard and climbed the wall to go out.He didn't call Zhao Da, and if something happened, it would be useless to call him. On the contrary, Zhao Da was proficient in several scripts of grassland dog Rong and Bai Rong. If something happened to him, Zhao Da could read the note in the study.At this time, it was mentioned that Zhao Dading was going to follow him, but it was a bad thing.

Someone recognized Zhao Yuan along the way, but Zhao Yuan didn't avoid it, he just said that he was going to Bazili Lane to find friends.This can be regarded as a heavy guarantee, people have seen his whereabouts along the way, and it is easier to find someone in the mansion.

Although the market was lively, when we arrived at Bazili Lane, there were fewer people. When we reached the depths of the alley, no sound could be heard, only Zhao Yuan's own footsteps remained.

Far away, Zhao Yuan saw a figure falling on the ground around the corner, and immediately stopped in his tracks.

"Who is it?" He asked vigilantly, holding the dagger tightly in his hand, "Is it Ah Hu?"

After a long time, there was no sound in the alley. Just when Zhao Yuan was about to leave, that figure walked over, which was exactly what Qin Wei described.

The person who came was a head and a half taller than Zhao Yuan, with thick shoulders, but somewhat sloppy attire.He had a beard, and he took off his hat at this time, and a bunch of hard hair was tied up on the back of his head, but his face outside the beard unexpectedly looked very young.

"Ahu!" Zhao Yuan loosened his hand holding the short dagger, looked at him blankly, and called softly, "Ahu, is it really you?"

The man's eyes were dark and deep, he looked at Zhao Yuan for a long time, and said, "It's me, I'm not dead." His voice was rough and hoarse, but Zhao Yuan could tell that it was indeed Xian Yuhu's voice!

Zhao Yuan's eyes immediately turned red, and he rushed over to hug Xian Yuhu in a few steps: "That's great! You don't have the truth... Uncle must be very happy if he finds out!"

Unexpectedly, this sentence seemed to hit a certain mechanism, and Xian Yuhu, who had been depressed all this time, threw Zhao Yuan away, saw him hit the wall, and roared angrily with red eyes: "You killed my whole family! How dare you mention my father's name!"