Tofu Dongshi

Zhen Zhigong's face darkened, his cold eyes swept over him like lightning, and he said word by word: "Second Brother, there are some things you'd better think about before you say them."

Zhen Zhijing trembled imperceptibly, and after a while he gritted his teeth and said, "Father, why don't you ask Big Brother yourself."

Master Zhen had no choice but to turn to his eldest son again, and was waiting to ask another question. Zhen Zhimin frowned, took a silver spoon and slammed the table heavily, shouting: "It's so noisy, there's no end to it! Don't let people eat anymore!" , I'm starving to death!"

Qin's immediately said: "Okay, okay, let's serve dinner! Xiao Gong, what are you doing standing there, hurry up and sit down with Xiaodoufu."

Zhen Zhigong responded with a cold face, and sat down with Dou Jiafu.

It was also rare for Master Zhen to show a bit of a gentleman's air, and said with a straight face: "It's rare for the whole family to have a meal together. If anyone wants to quarrel, I won't agree."

The flammable atmosphere barely subsided, and the people at the table began to eat the belated dinner with different thoughts.

Dou Jiafu, who has always had a good appetite, faced a table full of delicacies for the first time, but felt that the food was tasteless and difficult to swallow. Mother, if he eats this kind of meal a few times, he might lose several years of life!God bless, let him pass the last ten days in Zhen's house safely!

The rare reunion dinner of the Zhen family soon came to an end in a dull and hasty manner. After Zhen Zhigong led Dou Jiafu back to his yard, his face was still a little gloomy.

Dou Jiafu was also not feeling very well, thinking back to the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two brothers at the dinner table before, he still has lingering fears.

He didn't really care how Zhen Ershao belittled and insulted him. Anyway, those were all facts, but it was a little ugly, but he was always thinking about or curious about Zhen Ershao's words that finally angered his elder brother, "What is in your heart?" Don’t think that I can’t see what dirty thoughts you have.” According to what Zhen Ershao said at the time, this idea should be related to him.

It's just that he has no money, no power, is poor, and even his appearance is as plain as boiled water. No matter what, he never imagined that Zhen Zhigong would have such nasty thoughts about him.

After thinking over and over for a long time, he could only come to one conclusion in the end, that is, Second Young Master Zhen was talking nonsense and playing tricks, and by belittling himself, he achieved the goal of beating his elder brother in front of his father.

Tsk tsk, a family, brothers, how can the relationship be so bad that they seem like enemies?There are so many troubles for rich people...

He was trying to analyze and think, when he suddenly heard people around him say: "Little Tofu, don't pay attention to the bastard words my second brother said just now, I will teach him a lesson."

He was slightly taken aback, and then hurriedly said: "No need, what he said is nothing, you must not make the relationship with your brother stiff again."

Zhen Zhigong was noncommittal, and after a while he hated the iron but said: "Why are you always so kind, you are the one being insulted, why are you justifying others?"

Dou Jiafu blinked innocently, "I really think it's nothing. I've heard that kind of talk a lot. Anyway, there is no actual loss."

Zhen Zhigong flicked his forehead helplessly, cursing in a low voice: "Idiot."

Such an idiot who never feels wronged by being bullied, how can he rest assured that he will go back to Zhangjia Village to live alone, and if he encounters some cunning and vicious people in the future, he will not be gnawed until there is nothing left.

Before falling asleep, the two of them chatted about family affairs for a while, and Dou Jiafu had a more specific and comprehensive understanding of the character composition and relationship of the Zhen family.

Mrs. Zhen passed away due to illness last year. Now there are Mr. Zhen and two wives in the Zhen family. The main family, Mrs. Qin, has two sons and two daughters. The two sons are the eldest son Zhen Zhigong and the youngest son Zhen Zhimin. Both daughters are married as adults; The concubine Pan's concubine gave birth to the second son, Zhen Zhijing, who suffered from dystocia that year, and has never had anything since.

Dou Jiafu didn't know much about the complexity of the relationship between the characters in the big family and the cruelty of the struggle. After Zhen Zhigong introduced it to him, he just heard it and didn't think about it deeply.What Zhen Zhigong likes is his simplicity and lack of scheming, so naturally he won't talk about it in depth.

the next afternoon.

Zhen Zhigong had basically taken Dou Jiafu to all the places worth visiting in Ningcheng. When he passed by a theater in the north of the city that day, he heard the sound of gongs and drums and singing, and Dou Jiafu couldn't help but He stopped and asked curiously, "What's singing in it? It's very interesting."

Zhen Zhigong smiled and said, "Go in and listen and you'll know."

As he spoke, he pulled people in, picked a clean private seat and sat down.

A local opera unique to this city was being performed in the theater garden. After a long time, Dou Jiafu could hardly understand the elegant and tongue-in-cheek libretto, but was overwhelmed by the ever-changing vocals that were tactful, high-pitched, or sad, as well as the delicate and colorful characters. Fascinated.At the end of the song, when people leave the garden, there is still a feeling of being dazzled and endlessly memorable.

It was getting late at this time, the two of them ate some snacks while listening to the play, and they were not hungry yet, so they took a stroll and took the car and slowly turned back to Zhen's Mansion.

Dou Jiafu seemed to be in a very good mood, he was still humming a minor tune from the opera he had listened to earlier, which was almost the same as the original singing.

Zhen Zhigong was a little surprised, and couldn't help but joked: "I can't tell, you still have some taste."

Dou Jiafu glared at him, and said unconvinced: "Young master has very good taste, otherwise how would I know you."

Zhen Zhigong's heart moved, and he said solemnly: "Is that so, then what do you think of Mr. Ben's taste?"

Dou Jiafu replied casually at first, but he didn't expect him to seriously ask back, so he couldn't help being at a loss for words, and after a while, he pretended to be fierce and gritted his teeth and said: "I haven't tasted it yet, so I don't know for now. When will you wash and strip it?" It's clean, and I'll give it a good taste."

There was a glint in Zhen Zhigong's eyes, "Then it's settled, don't be stage frighted when the time comes."

Dou Jiafu felt that his tone and expression were a little weird, as if there was some kind of conspiracy hidden underneath, which made him feel a little hairy.However, the big words have been released, how can he show weakness and be teased by this guy, so he raised his chest and said fearlessly: "Young master will be afraid of you? Just let the horse come over!"

Zhen Zhigong seemed to be smiling but was not smiling, and was about to challenge him again when, out of the corner of his eye, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a figure passing by at the corner of the street in front of him, the expression on his face changed instantly, and then he quickly pulled Dou Jiafu to a tree on the side of the street. Stand behind the big tree.

Dou Jiafu didn't know, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhen Zhigong's expression was slightly condensed, "I seem to see a person who deserves to die a long time ago. Be quiet, follow up and have a look."

He looked left and right, ran a few steps to a stall on the side of the road, threw an ingot of silver, picked two buckets, put one on himself, and buckled the other on Dou Jiafu's head, and then dragged him inside. In a secluded alley with few people.

Dou Jiafu was full of doubts, but he didn't want to ask, he could only nervously follow Zhen Zhigong around the winding alley.

After a while, Dou Jiafu found that what they were following was a young man in an indigo-blue shirt. From the back, he looked very slender, with hurried steps and quick movements.

The man seemed quite vigilant, looking back from time to time.

Zhen Zhigong reacted more quickly, always pulling Dou Jiafu aside before the man turned his head.

After coming down several times, Dou Jiafu saw the man's appearance clearly. It turned out to be a young man, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with beautiful features, red lips and white teeth, and he was indistinguishable under the gloomy sky.

Zhen Zhigong's eyes became colder, his lips were stretched into a straight line, and Dou Jiafu began to feel uneasy.