On the second day, Zhong Ziyu went to the shipping office early in the morning.
He was uneasy, and while dealing with official business in his own seat in the study, he raised his head from time to time and peeked outside.
At about two o'clock, Yue Dansheng appeared outside.
Zhong Ziyu immediately sat up straight, not daring to peek.
After Yue Dansheng came in, he sat down on his seat without looking sideways. He browsed through a few documents that were just delivered this morning. After reading them, he got up and walked to the door, calling: "Come here."
A guard not far away came over, and Yue Dansheng talked to the guard, as if they were discussing the itinerary, and then left without looking back.
Zhong Ziyu was still sitting in the study, not knowing whether to be happy or disappointed for a moment.
Brother Yue didn't drive him away, but he didn't ask him to follow him like yesterday.
Brother Yue didn't seem to see him, and didn't talk to him, as if he didn't exist at all.
Zhong Ziyu fell into a slump. He was not a professional teacher in the first place, so his work efficiency was even slower now.
All morning, he didn't know what he was doing.
At noon, guards in twos and threes passed by the door of the study.
Seeing that Zhong Ziyu was still busy inside, they called out in a friendly way, "Master Zhong, it's time for dinner."
Zhong Ziyu was afraid of being chased away, so he came very early in the morning and didn't bother to eat. Now at noon, when he touched his stomach, he was really hungry.
When he was young, Zhong Ziyu was in pretty good health, and occasionally he ate two meals less and slept a few hours less, which was fine.
But isn't it because he has been in prison for more than ten years, and his daily routine has been adjusted? In addition, he is getting older and cannot afford to consume his body. Now he feels flustered if he misses a meal.
Zhong Ziyu followed a few guards to the backyard. The cook had already prepared the big pot of rice, and asked everyone to bring their own bowls and line up to serve the rice.
Zhong Ziyu ordered a meal after him, and looked up, because he came too late, there was no place for him to sit in the yard.
Zhong Ziyu wanted to follow the example of others and go to the veranda to eat by leaning on the railing, but just as he was about to leave, he heard someone calling him: "Master Zhong, this way."
Zhong Ziyu turned his head and saw Yue Dansheng eating at a table in the corner with a head of the guard surnamed Ma, and it was the chief guard Ma who called him.
When Zhong Ziyu saw his brother Yue, he was a little hesitant. Brother Yue didn't expose him, and he had already made money, so he didn't dare to hang around in front of brother Yue again.
The chief guard of the horse shouted again: "There is a place here."
When he shouted, many people around looked over.
Zhong Ziyu didn't want to be so high-profile, and finally walked over slowly.
Seeing him coming, Chief Guard Ma lowered his head and said to Yue Dansheng next to him, "My lord, he is here."
Yue Dansheng didn't raise his head, just ate his own, and didn't talk to him.
Chief Guard Ma was not sure what his boss meant, didn't Lord Yue ask him to ask Master Zhong to come and sit down
The small table was seated on three sides, and Zhong Ziyu sat on the last one, which happened to be face to face with his brother-in-law.
Zhong Ziyu didn't dare to lift his head, and began to plan rice with his eyes downcast.
On the opposite side, Yue Dansheng had just had a sip of soup, when he looked up, he saw Zhong Ziyu almost buried his face in the rice, he frowned and said, "What kind of food are you?"
Zhong Ziyu paused.
The two chief guards sitting on the left and right also paused.
Yue Dansheng said again: "I never taught you how to eat?"
Zhong Ziyu: "..." The two chief guards: "
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Zhong Ziyu finally raised his head and straightened his back.
When he was young, Yue Dansheng came from a noble family, and when he ran away from home to find his sister, he was still a well-mannered and well-mannered young man from a wealthy family. At that time, Zhong Ziyu was just a beggar, he was good at eating, and he had just killed someone.
After the two brothers got married, Yue Dansheng spent a long time teaching Zhong Ziyu how to behave. At that time, Zhong Ziyu also learned very seriously, probably because he was envious of Xiaoyue Dansheng's pampering and natural nobility, and he would subconsciously imitate Xiaoyue Dansheng Every word and deed, seems to think that he has learned it, and one day he can be reborn.
Zhong Ziyu had no father or mother, and was taught by an old beggar to become a young beggar. Later, Yue Dansheng taught him how to read and write, and how to behave in the world.
An older brother is like a father.
Although it was taught to the end, a perverted murderer was taught.
Zhong Ziyu ate this meal under the supervision of his brother-in-law. He didn't hear the sound of a stool opposite him sliding until he finished eating the last grain of rice. Yue Dansheng stood up, took an empty bowl, and entered the inner kitchen.
The two chief guards also followed their boss, and before leaving, they looked at each other, remembering what their boss said before, and looked at Zhong Ziyu suspiciously.
In the afternoon, Zhong Ziyu was still dealing with official business in the study as usual, and Yue Dansheng came back around Shenshi.
Zhong Ziyu didn't run away like he did in the morning this time, but quickly stood up and called out directly, "My lord."
Yue Dansheng said "En" indifferently, walked to the bookcase and rummaged for something.
Seeing that he was busy, Zhong Ziyu didn't dare to disturb him, so he sat down again.
Over there, Yue Dansheng probably couldn't find something, so he said "tsk" a little annoyed.
Zhong Ziyu immediately sat up straight again.
Yue Dansheng turned around and asked him with some reluctance: "Did you see the merchant's tax return from last month?"
Zhong Ziyu only went to work the second day today, do you know what this is
There was a moment of bewilderment on his face.
Yue Dansheng said with a straight face: "Generally, Master Zhang cleans up."
Zhong Ziyu hurriedly lowered his head to look through the drawers, and found out where he was. Before Yue Dansheng was about to patiently win, he finally let him find a piece of paperwork that said "Hundreds of Merchants in April".
He hurriedly offered it respectfully.
Yue Dansheng took it, saw that it was what he was looking for, folded it casually, and was about to leave.
But when he reached the door, he turned around suddenly, and pointedly said to Zhong Ziyu, "You are not suitable to be a master."
After finishing speaking, I left.
In the study room, Zhong Ziyu lowered his head, thinking, "It really is so."
Brother Yue will drive him away after all.
Yue Dansheng left this time and didn't come back until Xia Ya.
In the evening, Zhong Ziyu returned to his room in a daze. He took out his rattan box from under the bed, opened the cabinet, and put back the clothes that were arranged yesterday, one by one.
On the second day, Zhong Ziyu only went to the study at noon, and sure enough, his brother-in-law was already there at this time.
He carried the rattan box, walked up to Yue Dansheng, and handed over a brown and blue bag.
Yue Dansheng frowned at him, then looked at the bag, and asked, "What?"
Zhong Ziyu said dejectedly: "I'm leaving today, this one is for you."
Yue Dansheng stared at him for a while, picked up the bag, opened it, and inside was a stack of bank notes.
He raised his eyebrows.
Zhong Ziyu was afraid that he would not want it, so he quickly changed his words: "No, it's not for you, it's for Ji Bing. I'll let you here for a while..." Ji Bing, Yue Chongming's son, now lives in Jijiabao, Lingzhou. Live with the Ji family.
In these years, Yue Dansheng only met Ji Bing once, on the day Ji Bing got married.
Sure enough, Zhong Ziyu murmured: "I heard that he got married, and I was in prison at the time, so I couldn't go..." "He might not want to see you either."
Yue Dansheng mocked.
Zhong Ziyu smiled wryly and agreed.
But Yue Dansheng said: "He doesn't want to see me either."
Zhong Ziyu was startled and looked at him.
Yue Dansheng didn't say anything.
Five years ago when Ji Bing got married, Yue Dansheng went to watch the ceremony. At that time, Ji Bing only called him "Uncle" from the beginning to the end, and never spoke to him again.
When Ji Bing was young, Ji Bing still missed his own uncle very much, and even wanted to live with him, but this relationship between uncle and nephew was cut off by Yue Dansheng with his own indifference. Afterwards, when he got older, Ji Bing never mentioned it again. I want to see my uncle.
Just like adopted children, after all, they choose their adoptive parents.
Yue Dansheng handed the bag back and said, "He won't ask for your money, don't bother."
Zhong Ziyu stared at the bag and discussed: "Just, let me let you here, okay?"
Yue Dansheng became impatient: "Why do I want your money?"
Zhong Ziyu was about to cry: "My money came from the strong wind, I have a lot of money, and my hands are burnt."
Yue Dansheng: "..."