Cannon Fodder Is King

Arc 3.11

The matter is so settled.

That night, Zhao Lingwu wrote a letter for Qiao Renyuan to send to his hometown in Jiangxi, asking the patriarch of the Zhao clan to help change the name of Meng Zezhi on the genealogy to the name of Xiao. In this way, it can be regarded as a clear way for Meng Zezhi's identity.

The next day, Meng Zezhi woke up early on purpose and prepared to visit Xiao Deren with the prepared earthenware.

When passing by the garden, I met a group of craftsmen, carrying things in and out.

Meng Zezhi asked smoothly: "What's the matter?"

"If you go back to the son of the Lord, the former son of the Lord of the Kingdom returned to the court and handed over half of the military power due to illness. When he was happy, he rewarded the man next door to the Lord of the Lord. It is being rebuilt at the moment. I heard about it. There will be five more yards here, and the young ladies in our house will no longer have to squeeze in one yard in the future." Ji Liang replied.

"The house next door," Meng Zezhi was taken aback: "I remember that it was not the residence of Mr. Gan Zhengfu, the left servant of the Hubu Zuo?"

"You remember correctly, he moved away, and Long live has rewarded him with another big house."

"Oh." Meng Zezhi didn't care.

When I arrived at the Xiao’s house, there was another compliment and exhortation. Mrs. Xiao even joked that if her little daughter hadn’t talked about marriage with Zhao Yijing, she really wanted to kiss her and give her little daughter to Meng Zezhi. .

This was a joke, but I couldn't take it seriously, but I didn't know how it got into Xiao's ears and made her feel heartbroken.

After studying so hard for more than a month, it finally came to the New Year's Day.

Let go of firecrackers, eat New Year’s Eve dinner, drink plum wine, pay New Year’s greetings, watch the New Year...

On the first day of the new year, as usual, an ancestral hall will be opened to worship the ancestors.

Seeing Zhao Lingwu called Meng Zezhi into the ancestral hall, the face of Yi Ganyi's wife waiting outside the door changed directly.

"Unexpectedly, my father actually recognized that **** as a prostitute!"

As soon as he returned to the newly moved Zhong Yunxuan, Zhao Yikang could no longer restrain his anger. With a wave of his hand, he swept the teapot on the table to the ground, crackling to the ground.

Why, because Zhao Yijing is a prostitute, he is a prostitute, so no matter how much he is favored, it will always be the mud that Zhao Yijing has stepped on.

Zhao Yijing can live in a yard alone, with good clothes and good food, and servants in groups, but he can only huddle with four or five brothers, and his life can't be more frustrated.

Zhao Yijing was taught by a famous teacher and Confucian who was specially invited by his father, but he could only stay in the clan school to receive the training of a group of half-hanging men.

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Finally, Zhao Yijing died.

He thought that he finally had a day in his life. With Song Guogong's love for him in the past, the glory and wealth were in front of him, but what he worried most still happened.

"It's because you said something to Zhao Yi'an last year, but you can see what life our family has been living this year. Tea made from rotten tree leaves, black charcoal burned, white candles lit, that stuff It's so smoky to kill people." Zhao Ba, who is a compatriot with Zhao Yikang's mother, couldn't help but said, since he was a child, when did he live such a hard life.