The movement in the ancestral hall and what was happening in the shops and courtyards inside and outside Wenshui City were reported to the old house one by one.
The person in charge of reporting the situation was the steward of the old house. He spoke quickly but clearly, ensuring that everyone in the house could understand.
Now in this room, apart from Mrs. Tang and Chen Changsheng, Zhexiu and Nanke are also telling stories. They have just finished telling the story of Xueling and the story of the rocky mountain.
"The three people he called into the ancestral hall first looked like nothing on the surface, but in fact they were the arms that the second child leaned heavily on."
Old Mrs. Tang said to Chen Changsheng, like a storyteller, "I didn't expect my grandson to be imprisoned for three years, and there are still people sending him news, and his eyes are very poisonous. His methods are also considered neat. Blindfold the second child's eyes, mouth and nose first, and then scatter away like a thunderbolt, but it's still too routine after all."
Chen Changsheng didn't know what to say, he didn't know much about these things, let alone be good at them.
Not long after, the steward of the old house came outside again and told what happened in the ancestral hall.
"What do you say he is doing? Playing cards in the ancestral hall?"
Old Mrs. Tang narrowed his eyes slightly, showing no signs of happiness or anger.
After a moment of silence, he suddenly smiled at Chen Changsheng and said, "Is His Majesty the Pope interested in playing a few games with me?"
Chen Changsheng was not interested in playing cards, he didn't even know how to play.
But fortunately, for him who has read Daozang Jianxin early and wise since he was a child, it only takes a short time to learn, at least not an hour.
Four people are needed to play cards, and Nanke and Zhexiu also sat down.
Zhexiu also needs to learn now. Although Nanke played with a few sisters in Xuelao City, he is not good at it.
So this game of course went very slowly.
While they were shuffling the cards, news about the ancestral hall and Wenshui City kept spreading to the old house and to the side of the card table.
"The young master sent the maple group to the bamboo garden."
"Yunzu went to Jingyu, and it is said that they found several maps."
"Chuantang went to Hesi, but the account that the young master asked for has never been found. There are scorched marks in the snow behind the house."
There are two card tables in Wenshui City in the snowstorm.
One is in the ancestral hall and the other is in the old house.
In fact, today's game is played by two people.
Tang Thirty-Six and the second master of the Tang family who was not at the poker table.
With more and more news about the return, Mrs. Tang's playing speed became slower and slower, and the expression on his face became more and more complicated.
There are comforts, regrets, vigilance, uneasiness, and a touch of determination that is hard to see.
At some point, a skinny old man in a gray robe came to the door without making any sound.
The skinny old man looked peaceful, like a retired official who had nothing to do with the world.
But both Zhexiu and Nanke felt a strong danger, even if Mrs. Tang was sitting at the head of the poker table, she was still ready to transform.
The King of Ling Hai and Eucalyptus forcibly came to the small courtyard outside the house regardless of the obstruction of the people in the old house of the Tang family.
Because they too feel extreme danger.
With so many strong men, no one discovered when this skinny old man appeared, and how he walked into the old house quietly.
The King of Ling Hai looked at the side face of this skinny old man, and felt familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it.
Even Mrs. Tang showed surprise at the appearance of this skinny old man.
"It's snowing so hard, why are you here? Is the rheumatism all right?"
The skinny old man shook his head to express that he was fine, but he didn't speak. If it wasn't that he couldn't speak, then he cherished words like gold.
The steward of the old house looked at the skinny old man with some anxiety, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said in a trembling voice: "Young master wants to use the torture hall."
Hearing these words, Mrs. Tang was silent for a while, and took back the card he was going to play.
"Let him use it for only one hour. As long as the ancestral hall is not burned down, he can do whatever he wants."
The steward of the old house shuddered, obviously he did not expect that Mrs. Tang would actually agree to Tang Thirty-Six's request.
Chen Changsheng glanced at the King of Ling Hai outside the door, wanting to know what the torture hall was, but the King of Ling Hai shook his head imperceptibly, saying that Li Gong had no information about it.
The skinny old man bowed to Mrs. Tang, then nodded to Chen Changsheng, and left the old house without saying a word.
The poker game in the ancestral hall should continue, and the poker game in the old house started again. Just when Mrs. Tang won the first game, the steward came again.
This time there was more sweat on his forehead, and his voice trembled even more.
"Young master... we need five types of people."
The surroundings of the old house suddenly became extremely quiet.
Old Mrs. Tang's complexion changed slightly, he slapped a card heavily on the card table, and said angrily, "Is he really planning to demolish the ancestral hall?"
The steward has not seen such a big anger from the old man for many years.
As for Chen Changsheng and the others, they had never seen them before, and they were even more curious when they were surprised. The name Five Kinds of People is so strange, what exactly is it
Old Mrs. Tang's anger gradually calmed down, and he said with deep eyes, "Let him use it."
Not long after, the steward came to the house again, this time his clothes were completely wet with sweat.
"Tonglu... Tonglu was completely burned down, and the eldest young master ordered the fat son-in-law to light the fire himself."
"Tonglu is my second favorite study room. There are many calligraphy and paintings he bought with private money over the years."
Old Mrs. Tang said to Chen Changsheng.
Strangely, this time Tang Sanshiliu directly sent someone to burn down the study of the second master of the Tang family, but the old master's reaction was very calm.
Obviously, in his opinion, Tang Sanshiliu's move, which may intensify the conflict and ignite the anger of the second wife, is far less important than Xingtang and the five kinds of people.
Later, new news came from the ancestral hall.
This time the news was a bit insignificant, to be precise, it was just a trivial matter.
The steward said: "The young master said that his stomach is not very comfortable, so he asked someone to bring a table of vegetarian food to Jiming Nunnery outside the city."
Hearing these words, Mrs. Tang's fingers trembled slightly as he touched the cards, and then he was silent for a long time without knowing where he was thinking.
In the end, he pushed down the cards in front of him and said to Chen Changsheng, "I won't play anymore."
The game of cards in the old house is over, and the game of cards in the ancestral hall will end at some point.
Chen Changsheng suddenly understood one thing.
It turned out that this was not a poker game between Tang Thirty-Six and the second master of the Tang family, but a poker game between Tang Thirty-Six and the old master Tang.
Through these previous events, Tang Sanshiliu proved that he knew all the cards in the old man's hand, and he could play these cards very well.
For example, the punishment hall and the five types of people.
But what happened to the vegetarian restaurant in Jiming Nunnery