Moreover, the dried flowers were related to perfume, and perfume was a new product. He dared not be careless.
Jingshu also knew the importance of the matter. She took out an account book from her sleeve and handed it to Zhang Feng. "Young master, this is the account book. There are a total of thirty stones."
Zhang Feng took the account book and looked at it carefully. Seeing that there was no problem, he closed the account book and handed it back to Jingshu. "Well, there is no problem. Tell Old Du to take good care of the dried flowers. I will have great use for them in the future."
Jingshu nodded. She seemed to have thought of something and said, "A few days ago, Mr. Zihuai also came. He brought some news. He said that the teachers of the Academy sent some servants to Shengzhou in order to find you."
Hearing this, Zhang Feng couldn't help but feel a little touched.
The teachers on the mountain really treated him well. They really did help him when he needed them.
Especially the old Xiucai. Although he usually did not show it, he knew that he was the one who cared about him the most.
The old Xiucai was usually lonely and had no one to rely on. Since he met him, he even treated him like a nephew.
This kind of feeling could not be understood by others. Only he knew.
Thinking of this, the corners of his eyes became wet.
Zhang Yuyao seemed to have noticed something. She quickly took a handkerchief from the ground and said, "Prince Zhang, don't be sad."
"Who said I was sad?"
Zhang Feng tilted his head. He was not convinced. How could a man cry in front of a woman? So he waved his sleeve and wiped the corners of his eyes. He tried to be brave and said, "See, I said I am fine. You don't have to say anything."
He thought that he had covered up all of this well. However, he did not know that the two women saw through all of this. They looked at each other and giggled.
"Okay, don't laugh."
Zhang Feng waved his hand. He felt that his face was a little hot. "Keep laughing and see how I will deal with you in the future."
As soon as he finished speaking, the two women reluctantly agreed and waved their hands before leaving the room.
After the two women left, Zhang Feng felt that someone was looking at him strangely. When he turned around, he saw Cheng Chumo and the others smiling slyly. He was a little stupid. It was one thing for women to laugh at Lao Tzu, but they actually dared to laugh too?
He stood up abruptly, pointed at the crowd, and said angrily, "What are you bastards laughing at?"
"Nothing, nothing …"
The three of them shivered and hurriedly waved their hands.
Just now, they had seen everything with their own eyes. They had no choice but to laugh. Who would have thought that a grown man would be like this?
However, this fellow seemed to not allow others to laugh. He was even fiercer than a dog. Naturally, they didn't dare to say anything.
Zhang Feng knew in his heart what these bastards were laughing at. However, if they did not want to admit it, there was nothing he could do. He could only scold, "If Lao Tzu sees you laughing in the Zhang Mansion in the future, Lao Tzu will spread your scandal throughout Chang 'an City."
After saying that, he waved his sleeves and turned around to leave.
Only the dumbfounded crowd was left in the room.
This …
This was too domineering, wasn't it?
He didn't allow them to laugh?
However, after thinking about it, they were in the Zhang Mansion and they were still injured. They could only endure it and teach this bastard a lesson in the future.
Therefore, the three of them decided to swallow their anger.
Without anyone to vent their anger, they could only find a guest room to rest.
It was night. The sky was gray and not a single star could be seen. However, the Zhang Mansion was brightly lit. The flames swayed under the veil as if they were cheering for the return of the owner.
The night gradually deepened. Small snowflakes began to float in the sky. Slowly, the snowflakes became bigger and bigger. The houses, flowers, and trees were all covered in a snowy white. The entire Zhang Mansion became a world of silver and white.
The servant on night patrol was holding a lantern with his hands tucked into his sleeves. From time to time, he would shiver. When he stepped on the ground, creaking sounds could be heard from time to time. Behind him, there would always be a string of beautiful footprints. The wind blew gently, and the snow on the branches rustled and fell. The snowflakes danced in the wind like jade shavings.
Winter in Guanzhong was like this. It was dry and cold. Once it started to get cold, it would make one's nose ache and head ache. Their feet were like two blocks of ice.
Fortunately, everyone had fallen asleep. Tomorrow, they would be able to re-examine this snow-white world.
The next day, with the crowing of roosters, the courtyard of the Zhang Mansion was busy again.
The servants needed to shovel the snow in the courtyard. Otherwise, it would be a big deal if a noble got up and fell.
In the backyard, the Zhang Mansion was woken up by the housekeeper. After washing up, he hurriedly ate breakfast and gathered in the main hall. He had important matters to attend to today. Thus, he had to explain to everyone in the main hall.
He scanned the crowd and found that Cheng Chumo and the others were not present. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "Where are Tie Niu and the others?"
Du Ziteng took a step forward and said awkwardly, "Master, the three young masters are still sleeping."
"These three pigs only know how to sleep all day."
Zhang Feng secretly spat. He was a little angry, but after thinking about it, he realized that going up the mountain to see his teacher had nothing to do with them, so he felt relieved. He then said with a serious face, "Old Du, how is the gift that I prepared for my teacher?"
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