After being tricked by Zhangsun, the old Elementary Scholar was indeed fooled.
Thinking about it carefully, it was indeed so. But how could the old Elementary Scholar be at ease?
Sighing, he pointed at Zhang Feng's forehead and said, "Oh you, this is all your fault. When you're free, hurry up and prepare a better gift. I'll send it to the Zhang Mansion later. Don't you know that gossip is a fearful thing?"
As he spoke, the old Elementary Scholar looked around the tavern. Carrying two jars of wine, he hurriedly left.
"Alright, you guys hurry up and deal with this mess. I'll send two jars of wine to your father-in-law and clear up the misunderstanding while I'm at it!"
"…"
Under Zhang Feng's stunned gaze, the old Elementary Scholar actually pulled a few hemp ropes from the wall and tied the two jars of wine together. Then, he hung it around his neck. Pulling an oiled paper bag from the counter of the tavern, he poured the plate of braised meat that Zhang Feng had not eaten into the oiled paper bag and hurriedly left.
"Fengzi, I suspect that the old Elementary Scholar is stuffing his own pockets!"
Du Gou said as he slurped the noodles.
Zhang Feng curled his lips.
He did not take it to heart.
Based on his understanding of the old Elementary Scholar, if he wanted to eat, he could eat in the tavern. Even if he ate until he vomited, he would not say anything.
But when he thought of the Zhang Mansion.
Zhang Feng's head began to hurt again.
"Brothers, aren't you all capable? I'll give you a chance! "
"If anyone manages to complete this task, I'll teach them everything I've learned as soon as possible!"
"What!"
"Really?"
"Really?"
Hearing this, the eyes of the three men instantly turned red.
They had long been envious of Zhang Feng's ability. Now, seeing Zhang Feng saying this with such a serious expression, how could they not be interested?
Zhang Feng nodded when he saw Fan Rui's expression.
"I won't ask you to do anything sneaky, nor will I ask you to do anything that violates the bottom line of morality. You just need to help me deal with the Yixin Pastry Shop and the stubborn matter in Chang 'an City. Then … I, Zhang Feng, will do what I say. I'll teach you everything I said before! How about it? "
"Okay!"
"Fengzi, every word is a nail. I'll take it!"
Zhang Feng felt that he had been misunderstood. He quickly added, "I'm afraid you guys didn't understand what I meant. What I meant was that you guys help me deal with this mess. Don't bother your family. I need you guys to do it personally and settle this matter for me! I estimate that it won't be long before a secret plan of mine begins to be carried out. At that time, I'll still need you. "
How could they understand what Zhang Fengzi?
At this moment, they were dizzy, dizzy.
Were those stubborn people powerful?
They only needed to beckon with their fingers, and would they dare to act rashly?
They must have been beaten up too little!
Besides, wasn't the Zhang family just a Zhang family?
Since she was his brother's wife, he naturally had to treat her seriously. When the time came, he only needed to pick out some decent betrothal gifts from the mansion and settle this marriage with dignity. Then, wouldn't the Zhang Clan's Clan Head be grinning from ear to ear?
However, they really didn't understand Zhang Feng's meaning. Zhang Feng wanted them to cancel the marriage …
None of this was important.
What was important was that now, a person had slapped open the door of the pub with such force that Old He, who had worked overtime to fix the door last night, had wasted his efforts.
"Who is it?"
"Damn it, who is so bold to break my brother's door?"
"Beat him up, brothers!"
"F * ck!"
How could this group of rich second generations not be enraged when their spirits were suddenly disrupted by someone else?
However, when the crowd cursed, Zhang Feng looked at the dark figure in the sunlight and felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Just when Zhang Feng was trying to identify it, the iron tower-like figure spoke faintly.
"It's you, Lao Tzu. I'm here!"
"…"
Although this voice wasn't loud, it was fatal. After hearing this voice, Cheng Chumo didn't even think and subconsciously knelt on the ground with a 'plop'.
Zhangsun was even more straightforward and wanted to slip away.
Only Du Gou, although he seemed a little scared, still maintained a little bit of a scholarly appearance.
He stood at the side, trembling with fear, hugging his bow and bowing.
"Uncle Chen, why are you here?"
"Why am I here?"
Cheng Yaojin glared at the three boys.
Only then did he walk out of the sunlight and look at Zhang Feng. Seeing that Zhang Feng wasn't injured, he shouted angrily, "You brats, luckily nothing happened to Zhang Feng. If something happened to him, can you bear the responsibility?"
"Ah!"
"Chen Tieniu! Get out here, Lao Tzu! "
After scolding the three boys, Cheng Yaojin was still angry. He pointed at Cheng Chumo, who was kneeling on the ground and trembling, and picked up a wooden stool from the ground and was about to throw it at him.
Zhang Feng's eyelids twitched when he saw this.
Was this his biological father?
How could his biological father be so ruthless???
"Old Chen! Stop! "
"If you hit him with this stool, your son will be gone!"
Zhang Feng couldn't sit still anymore.
He blocked the infuriated Cheng Yaojin and said.
Seeing this, Cheng Yaojin angrily threw the stool in his hand to the ground. Under Zhang Feng's distressed gaze, Cheng Yaojin sat on the stool in the next moment. He grabbed a lamb leg on the table and started chewing.
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