Wang Chong left under the astonished gazes of So Jung-son and Xiao Jianjian.
By the time he left, Su Zhengchen had suffered a crushing defeat once more. The white stones on the chessboard were scattered all over the place, leaving this war god with a deep frown on his face.
After leaving the Ghost Tree District, Wang Chong drove to the east of the city and asked a few people for directions. Even though few among the nobles of the Tang dynasty knew about the Charcoal Wine, it was still very famous among the common folk.
In just a short while, Wang Chong found the Zhou Clan.
A huge courtyard was surrounded by a wall. On the wall, a long flagpole was erected. On top of the flagpole was a huge wine flag with a red background.
"Zhou Ji Charcoal Wine!"
The wine flag fluttered in the wind. From afar, the red flag was dotted with black spots. It was obvious that it had been around for a long time.
Even after such a long time, the owner had never changed the wine flag. Clearly, they were very proud of their brand.
"I didn't think that this would be the place where that person worked!"
Half a street away, a carriage was parked. Lifting the curtains, Wang Chong gazed at the Zhou Clan Winery through the window, and he couldn't help but sigh.
He had heard many stories about that person and knew that he used to work in a wealthy family. But this was the first time Wang Chong had seen the place where he worked.
If not for Xiao Jianjian drinking secretly during a game of chess and inadvertently mentioning it, Wang Chong might not have known that this was where he used to work.
"Young master, I've investigated it. There's indeed someone called Zhou Wen here. "
At this moment, the door of the carriage opened, and a guard of the Wang Clan walked in with a respectful expression.
"I've asked the others as well. They all said that they know of this person. They said that he had worked for the Zhou Clan for many years. He was born in poverty and had an old mother. However, he was a dutiful, honest man of few words. He kept a low profile, but he was very diligent. The people around him had a good impression of him. "
Wang Chong nodded. This was completely in line with what he knew.
Before the age of 27, Zhou Wen was no different from an ordinary person. He lived his life diligently. He didn't have any talent, but he could still rely on his own hands to support himself.
The one who truly changed his fate and made him become that person in the future was still that person, the mysterious "The Evil Emperor."
He had relied on his own strength to turn an ordinary person with mediocre aptitude who was unwilling to fight into a powerhouse that many people would look up to in the future.
"Did you ask him when he'll be off work?"
Wang Chong sat in the carriage and nodded slightly.
"I've asked. Because he has to take care of Old Mother, he goes back on time to cook for her. Therefore, he got up to work much earlier than the others. Before five o 'clock in the morning, he would get up to cook and then run to the Zhou family's workshop to start working. By the time others start working, he has already been working for more than four hours. "
"So, even if he gets off work early, he still works much longer than others. Moreover, he is very diligent and can do the work of two or three people. Therefore, the Zhou Clan is happy to take him in. "
The guard lowered his head and spoke word by word. Clearly, he was asking very carefully.
Everyone in the Wang Clan knew that the current young master was no longer the same as before. After the Four Quarters Embassy incident, there were even rumors that the one who was most likely to take over the old master's position in the Wang Clan was the youngest young man before them.
Thus, the guards treated this young master with extreme respect, and they didn't dare to be careless in carrying out the tasks entrusted to them.
"You've worked hard!"
Wang Chong nodded before closing his eyes and waiting silently.
After an unknown period of time, the gates to the Zhou Clan's residence suddenly opened, and a slender figure walked out.
"Heh, Zhou Wen!"
"Zhou Wen is here!"
"He's going back to cook for your mother again?"
"Haha, hurry up and go. We'll take care of the matters here! "
…
Outside the Zhou Clan's residence, the voices of 'Zhou Wen' echoed ceaselessly. Suddenly, Wang Chong opened his eyes and peered through the window. He saw a slender figure standing at the entrance of the Zhou Clan's residence with a sincere smile on his face.
"It's him!"
A thought flashed across Wang Chong's mind.
The 'Zhou Wen' who had just finished his work wasn't as rough, tanned, and dirty as Wang Chong had imagined him to be. On the contrary, he was dressed in a plain gray robe, and his entire body was neat and tidy.
His face had been washed, and his skin was fair and clean. He didn't look like someone who worked in a winery; instead, he carried the disposition of a scholar.
On top of that, Zhou Wen was also very tall, standing at around seven chi tall. This made him stand out among the Zhou Family's employees like a crane among a flock of chickens.
But even so, Zhou Wen's simple personality and honest smile allowed him to blend in with the workers and wine merchants.
Wang Chong could tell that the people around him were very fond of this tall man.
After greeting the people around him, Zhou Wen carried a bag on his back, and without much thought, he headed back home.
"Follow him!"
Wang Chong said.
The carriage moved slowly, following behind Zhou Wen at an unhurried pace, maintaining a distance that wouldn't raise any suspicions.
The sky was getting dark. Perhaps he was worried that his mother would be hungry, but Zhou Wen walked very quickly. Although it was a normal pace, it was equivalent to a jog for many people.
Wang Chong followed him through the streets, alleys, and alleys. Some places were too narrow for the carriage to pass, so Wang Chong abandoned the carriage.
Although it was a little inconvenient, it made it harder for him to follow Zhou Wen.
As he followed Zhou Wen, Wang Chong saw him purposely make a turn, and at the corner of the street, he took out a copper coin and placed it in the bowl of a blind beggar.
At a spot where a banyan tree was planted, Zhou Wen took out the lunch that he couldn't bear to eat in the afternoon and fed it to a few pigeons with a smile. His smile was very happy.
When Wang Chong saw this scene from afar, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
He had once seen the Zhou Wen from afar. His face was stiff, and there was no smile on his face. It was like a person who had lost his soul, living only for a certain purpose.
Anyone who saw him could tell that he wasn't happy.
For those who had seen him before, it was hard to believe that this person could be like this, smiling so happily. It was so simple, yet so fulfilling.
Strength wasn't always better. Some people were willing to exchange everything for strength, but others were willing to exchange everything for everything.
Wang Chong believed that if that person saw this scene, he would definitely be willing to exchange everything for what he had now!
"What is that guy doing?"
"He's getting faster and faster! He's running! "
"Did he notice us?"
…
Suddenly, a sound reached their ears. The guards looked into the distance in shock. Zhou Wen had been walking at a constant speed.
But after feeding the pigeons, he suddenly sped up. In the end, he even started running, as if he had discovered something and wanted to shake them off.
"He was delayed on the way. He's rushing back to cook for his mother."
Wang Chong said faintly.
"Ah?!"
The guards were astonished.
"Look at the sky. If he doesn't go back to cook at this time, his mother will starve. "
Wang Chong said lightly.
The guards were stunned. They looked up and saw dark clouds hanging low in the sky. It was already dark. Unknowingly, it was almost time for dinner.
But Wang Chong ignored him and followed after him. His cultivation was far higher than Zhou Wen's. When he took a step, he was faster than Zhou Wen.
He followed Zhou Wen all the way through the streets. Finally, Wang Chong followed Zhou Wen and saw him rush into a low and shabby mud house covered with thick white thatch.
The surroundings were dark. The house stood tall in the night. There was no one in the surrounding dozens of feet. It was lonely, giving off a feeling that it was isolated from the rest of the world.
"Mother!"
"Wen 'er, cough cough! … "
An old voice, accompanied by a cough of pain, came from the narrow room. A moment later, a dim oil lamp lit up. Then, there was a series of clanking sounds.
Wang Chong stood under a lush camphor tree. Soon, he smelled the aroma of food.
"Mother, don't choke."
Zhou Wen's respectful voice came from the room. A moment later, the window of the room opened, and a cloud of smoke drifted out. When the window was opened, Wang Chong saw Zhou Wen walking out with two plates of appetizers in his hands.
Two pairs of chopsticks, two small bowls, and a dim oil lamp.
Wang Chong looked at Zhou Wen sitting on one side and a thin old lady with silver hair sitting on the other. As she coughed, she kept putting food into Zhou Wen's bowl.
"Child, eat more, eat more …"
Looking at this scene, for some reason, Wang Chong suddenly felt a lump in his throat. He was filled with emotions and an indescribable feeling.
At this moment, Wang Chong suddenly knew what that person had lost.
This person was not scheming.
Therefore, he could hear many things about this person. But among all the bits and pieces, he had never heard him mention his mother.
This was a filial son. He could wake up early and work late before the sky even brightened. He could take care of two people. After a tiring day, he could sit at the dining table and smile, just because he had a mother with whom he could only depend on.
But when he became a hero and became the "him" in the future, everything was lost. He was already a lonely person.
A person had lost the most important thing in his life!
Wang Chong suddenly remembered a rumor that he had heard a long time ago. It was said that the reason why that person's temperament changed so much and he started a massacre was because his mother was killed by a group of thugs.
This rumor had no origin and nowhere to go. It only spread among a few people and was quickly forgotten by those who said it.
Wang Chong did not care about it.
But at this moment, Wang Chong suddenly understood. If he was not mistaken, all of this was probably related to that "The Evil Emperor".
Such a filial son would not attract any thugs.
The only possibility … was that "The Evil Emperor" who had been plotted against.
Others' "fortuitous encounters" might be a disaster for others!
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