The activity in the ancestral hall and the happenings in the shops and courtyards of Wenshui City were all reported to the old estate.
The person in charge of reporting the situation was the steward of the old house. He spoke very quickly, but his pronunciation was very clear, ensuring that everyone in the house could understand him.
In this room, besides the Tang Old Master and Chen Changsheng, there was also Zhexiu and Nanke. They had also come to tell stories, and they had just finished telling the story of the snowy ridge and the stone mountain.
"The first three people he called into the ancestral hall didn't look like much on the surface, but they were actually the second brother's trusted arms."
The Tang Old Master spoke to Chen Changsheng like a storyteller. "I didn't think that after my grandson was imprisoned for three years, there would still be people sending him information, and their eyes are very sharp. His methods can be considered neat. First, he covered Second Brother's eyes, mouth, and nose. Then, he covered them with lightning speed. But, in the end, it was still too conventional. "
Chen Chang Sheng didn't know what to say. He didn't know much about these things and wasn't good at it.
It didn't take long before the steward of the old mansion returned to the house and recounted what had happened in the ancestral hall.
"What do you think he's doing? Playing cards in the ancestral hall? "
The Tang Old Master's eyes slightly narrowed, but it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.
After a moment of silence, he suddenly smiled at Chen Changsheng. "Is Your Holiness the Pope interested in playing a few rounds with me?"
Chen Chang Sheng had no interest in playing cards, he didn't even know how to play.
Fortunately, for him, who had read the Daoist scriptures since he was a child, he only needed a very short amount of time to learn. At the very least, he didn't need two hours.
Four people were needed to play cards, so Nanke and Zhexiu also sat down.
Zhexiu also needed to learn on the spot. Although Nanke had played with her sisters in Xuelao City, she was not an expert.
As a result, the game progressed very slowly.
While they were shuffling the tiles, news from the ancestral hall and Wenshui City was constantly being transmitted to the old estate, to the mahjong table.
"Young Master sent the Feng Group to the Bamboo Garden."
"The Yun Group went to the Quiet Residence. It is said that they found a few maps."
"Chuan Tang went to Hesi, but the accounts that Eldest Young Master wanted were never found. There were scorch marks in the snow behind the house."
In Wenshui City amidst the snowstorm, there were two mahjong tables.
One was in the ancestral hall, and the other was in the old mansion.
In fact, today's game was played by two people.
Tang Thirty-Six and the Tang Second Master who had not appeared at the mahjong table.
As more and more information came in, the speed at which the Tang Old Master played his mahjong grew slower and slower, the expression on his face more and more complex.
There was gratification, regret, vigilance, uneasiness, and a hint of resolution that was hard to see.
At some point, a skinny old man in a gray robe had arrived outside the door without making a sound.
The skinny old man's expression was calm, and he looked like a retired official who had nothing to do with the world.
But Zhexiu and Nanke both sensed an intense danger. Even though the Tang Old Master was sitting at the head of the mahjong table, they still prepared to transform.
Linghai Zhiwang and An Lin ignored the obstruction of the people of the Tang clan's old estate and forced their way to the small courtyard outside.
Because they also felt extreme danger.
There were so many experts, but not a single one of them had noticed when this skinny old man had appeared and how he had silently entered the old house.
Linghai Zhiwang gazed at the thin elder's profile and found it rather familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before, but he could not remember.
Even the Tang Old Master was flabbergasted by the appearance of this skinny old man.
"The snow is so heavy, so why have you come? Is your rheumatism alright? "
The skinny old man shook his head to indicate that he was fine, but he said nothing. If it wasn't that he couldn't speak, then he was a man of few words.
The steward of the old estate uneasily glanced at the skinny old man. As he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, he said in a trembling voice, "Eldest Young Master wants to use the Torture Hall."
The Tang Old Master fell quiet for a while, then took back the tile he had prepared to play.
"Let him use it. It's just two hours. As long as he doesn't burn down the ancestral hall, he can do as he pleases."
The steward's body trembled. It was clear that he had not expected the Tang Old Master to actually agree to Tang Thirty-Six's request.
Chen Changsheng glanced at Linghai Zhiwang, wanting to know what the Torture Hall was. Linghai Zhiwang imperceptibly shook his head, indicating that the Li Palace had no information on it.
The skinny old man bowed to the Tang Old Master, nodded to Chen Changsheng, and then left the old estate. From start to finish, he had not said a single word.
The mahjong game in the ancestral hall was probably continuing, and the mahjong game in the old estate was starting again. Just as the Tang Old Master won the first game, the steward came again.
This time, even more sweat flowed from his forehead, his voice even more shaky.
"Eldest Young Master … wants to use Fivekind Man."
The old estate suddenly became abnormally quiet.
The Tang Old Master's complexion flickered as he slammed a tile onto the table and angrily said, "Is he really planning to tear down the ancestral hall!"
It had been many years since the steward had seen the Old Master so angry.
As for Chen Changsheng and the others, they had never seen it before. Besides shock, they were also curious. Fivekind Man was a very strange name. Just what was it?
The Tang Old Master's anger gradually subsided. With a deep and serene gaze, he said, "Let him use it."
It didn't take long before the steward returned to the room. This time, his clothes were completely drenched in sweat.
"The Tong Cottage … the Tong Cottage has been burned clean. Eldest Young Master ordered his fat son-in-law to personally light the fire.
"The Tong Cottage is Second Son's favorite study. In it are many paintings and calligraphy that he bought with his private savings over the years."
The Tang Old Master said to Chen Changsheng.
Strangely, when Tang Thirty-Six had sent someone to burn down the Tang Second Master's study, the Old Master had reacted very calmly.
It was obvious that in his view, Tang Thirty-Six's actions that could incite conflict and ignite the anger of the second branch were far less important than the Torture Hall and Fivekind Man.
Soon after, more news came from the ancestral hall.
This time, the news was rather insignificant. To put it more accurately, it was a trifling matter.
The steward said, "Eldest Young Master says that his stomach isn't feeling too well, so he had someone go to Chicken Crow Nunnery outside the city to bring a table of vegetarian dishes."
The Tang Old Master's fingers on the tiles trembled at these words, and then, as if thinking of something, he fell silent for a very long time.
Finally, he pushed down the tiles in front of him and said to Chen Changsheng, "I'm not playing anymore."
The mahjong game in the old estate had ended, but it was hard to say when the mahjong game in the ancestral hall would end.
Chen Changsheng suddenly understood something.
This was not a mahjong game between Tang Thirty-Six and the Tang Second Master, but a mahjong game between Tang Thirty-Six and the Tang Old Master.
Through the events that had taken place, Tang Thirty-Six had proven that he knew all the cards in the Old Master's hand, and that he could play them extremely well.
Like the Torture Hall and Fivekind Man.
But what was up with the vegetarian dishes in Chicken Crow Nunnery?
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