Zhang Huan knelt in a quiet courtyard in the Taoist temple. The courtyard was simply arranged, with a bunch of bamboos green and green. A row of vegetables was planted in the corner of the courtyard. A bamboo shed was set up next to it. Several bean seedlings had climbed onto the shed and were looking around.

"The child is unfilial and doesn't know that his mother is sick!" Although he longs to go into the house to look at his mother, her mother's strict orders two years ago still made her dare not go over half a step. He knelt straight on the ground, his eyes full of sadness.

"Did you pass the Jinshi exam?" My mother's voice was extremely gentle, but her tone was stern.

"The child will not go to Beijing to participate in the provincial examination next spring." Zhang Huan lowered his head and said in a trembling voice: "The child heard that his mother was seriously ill, so he came to visit him."

There was no sound in the room. After a while, a violent cough suddenly came from the room, like a string that was about to be broken at any time. "Mom!" Zhang Huan could no longer help, stood up and walked into the room.

"Stop!" The cough suddenly disappeared, and a light reprimand came from the room, and a clear and determined voice sounded in Zhang Huan's ears, "My illness, life and death are from heaven, but if you have not passed the Jinshi, I will never see you!"

"mother!"

Zhang Huan knelt down, and he was trembling all over, and tears surged out of his eyes. His mother was close at hand, but it was as far away as the world. For more than ten years, no one had cared about his warmth and warmth, nor did anyone care about his pain. A ten-year-old child was the time when he needed his mother the most, but his mother left. Every night, he pulled on a cold quilt and always called his mother gently with tears to call him a few times before he could fall asleep. Sometimes he woke up in the middle of the night, but after waking up, he was only endless loneliness and darkness accompanied him.

A gust of wind blew, and the bamboo leaves made a rustling sound. Zhang Huan kowtowed three times slowly, stood up and wiped away the tears, carefully placed the rock sugar and medicine on the steps, took a few steps back, and turned around reluctantly.

Just as he walked out of the yard, he didn't know that after a bamboo curtain in the room, a beautiful face was already full of tears. She stared blankly at her son's back and disappeared, and suddenly covered her face and burst into tears.

‘Who says that a little bit of grass can repay the spring sunshine?’ Which mother doesn’t love her children, but who knows the pain and helplessness in her heart!

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Zhang Huan walked quickly along the riverside, and his mother's determination made his heart stimulating. He now had only one thought: to study in the academy, study frantically, and stay up all night. At this time, only reading is a good medicine and let him vent his pain.

"Get sick brother!" Zhang Huanting stood on the steps and suddenly heard someone calling him from behind. When he turned around, he saw the chubby Zheng Qingming running towards him with his life.

"We, we..." Zheng Qingming was sweating profusely. He ran to Zhang Huan, held his knee and panted, "We are looking for you everywhere. Go back quickly. Just now, the news came from the Zhang family that your family mainly saw you, and there was something important."

'The main person to see me at home?' Zhang Huan was a little surprised. He had just met him in the morning, so why did he see him again in the afternoon? He couldn't help but think of Uncle Lin's words, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, 'Did you really need time to operate?'

"Thank you, I'll invite you to drink another day!" Zhang Huan had just run a few steps, and suddenly remembered something again. He stopped and turned to Zheng Qingming and said, "I want to ask if you have any money on your hand if you borrow five scoops of money?"

"Your brother, don't mention borrowing words." Zheng Qingming reached into his pocket and touched it. There was only a handful of copper coins inside. He smiled embarrassedly and said, "The money is piled under the bed, but there is no one on his body now."

"It's okay! Just give the money to ordinary people." Zhang Huan said, then turned around and ran away.

"Ping Ping?" Zheng Qingming scratched the back of his head, and suddenly he suddenly realized, "Isn't Ping Ping a pan?"

"Get sick! Eighteen-Law! Zhang Huan! I don't want to see her..." Zheng Qingming chased after her desperately, but Zhang Huan had no shadow.

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"I have only seen you three times in total when you grow up, but from yesterday to now, I have seen you four times."

In the main hall of Zhang Mansion, the owner Zhang Ruohao looked at Zhang Huan gently. He smiled slightly and said, "I have a big event to come to you today."

The main hall of Zhang Mansion is very wide, enough to accommodate hundreds of people to gather here. Opposite the door is a huge white jade screen, which is made of precious red sandalwood as a base frame to block the view outside. Each corner is placed with Yuejun celadon, which is more than one person tall. The glaze color is gentle and delicate, and it is the best among porcelain. Neatly placed in the main hall is nearly a hundred low couches, with seat cushions woven with catkins.

At this time, dozens of people were sitting in the hall with different expressions. The family owner Zhang Ruohao was sitting in the middle. On the left was his wife Wang, who was holding a cup of tea to look at Zhang Huan; on the right was Zhang Ruofeng, the agent, who looked at him in a dim look and silent. Behind them were Zhang Xuan and some legitimate sons, all with doubts. Again, leaning back against the wall, there were dozens of illegitimate elders, as well as a large butler, a large tent and other dozen high-level servants. They also had complex eyes and whispered from time to time.

Zhang Huan was like a job seeker sitting opposite them. His eyes were calm and his expression was calm, as if they were the ones who were applying for the job, not himself.

"I want you to take charge of the Zhang Mansion's financial power for half a year!"

Seeing that Zhang Ruohao was calm, he couldn't help but feel a little competitive while admiring. He didn't believe that he could not see the shock in the eyes of this young man, so he said this big thing directly. Then he stared at him, trying to find the expression he wanted to see in his eyes, but he was still disappointed. Zhang Huan's pupils were as deep as the sea, and nothing could be seen inside.

He didn't know that Zhang Huan got up before four o'clock every day and went to the river to cut through the waves, and never stopped for twelve years. In the process of challenging the limit of physical fitness again and again, he had passed by death countless times, and his mind had already been trained to be extremely tenacious.

‘Bang!’

The sound of teacup being knocked over was extremely harsh in the quiet hall. All eyes looked to the left. The mistress Mrs. Wang was picking up the teacup in panic, but she didn't pick it up even after picking it up three times. Her hands were shaking slightly.

Mrs. Wang is the sixth-ranked daughter of the Shannan Wang family. She has a noble status. As a political transaction, she married Zhang Ruohao, the eldest son of the Zhang family at the time, at the age of sixteen. However, Zhang Ruohao refused to give up his first wife. She always committed herself to a common wife. Fifteen years ago, after Zhang Ruohao's first wife died, she was promoted to the right.

Mrs. Wang is about her early forties and has a white face. She cannot tell her true colors because she has applied thick powder. However, her eyebrows and eyes are beautiful, but her cheekbones are slightly tall and her lips are very thin, making her look a little mean.

Today she was called by her husband and said something had been announced. Unexpectedly, she transferred the Zhang family's financial power to a concubine's son. Everyone was shocked, but she felt more fear than others.

After a moment of silence, everyone's eyes moved away from her and stared at Zhang Huan at the same time. They were jealous, hatred, doubts, and worries. All kinds of eyes were intertwined, as if they were weaving a big net and rushed towards Zhang Huan, but Zhang Huan ignored all this. He just lowered his head and thought about it, and then nodded silently to Zhang Ruohao.

No one noticed that Mrs. Wang quietly exchanged a wink with Zhang Ruofeng.

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It was late at night, and a crescent moon hung in the air, silently examining everything in the world. The people in the Zhang family had already fallen asleep, but Mrs. Wang tossed and turned on the couch and couldn't sleep. She felt extremely upset and looked at the window from time to time. The window was not closed, leaving a crack, and a branch of sandalwood was inserted into the crack of the window, and the incense flashed and the blue smoke was lingering.

Mrs. Wang is in her early forties and is physically like a wolf or a tiger. However, her husband did not have sex with her fifteen years ago, and loneliness has always been her regular customer.

With a light sound, the window opened silently. Mrs. Wang turned over and sat up, staring at the window nervously and excitedly. A thin black shadow appeared. He wiped out the sandalwood and jumped in skillfully on the windowsill, and fell on a soft mattress, silently, as if he had become a regular in the room.

"Yanluo, I'm late." His face shook under the moonlight, reflecting a pair of white and black eyes, with a lewd smile.

But Mrs. Wang didn't say anything, stepped forward and pulled him to the couch, eagerly untied her belt.

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After a long time, the two men separated, and only low breathing sounds were heard in the room.

"Why don't you stop him? How can you give money to others?" The voice was angry. This was Mrs. Wang.

"I have already objected and even mentioned Zhang Potian's incident, but I can't help him insisting on his own opinion. I really don't understand why he was interested in a concubine's son? I now have a little doubt on the true identity of the concubine's son. His origin was unknown at the time..."

"I will talk about his identity in the future. What should I do if I have the account now?"

"Don't worry! I came from Manager Yang at noon. It has been destroyed and he has no trace to find out."

"Where is that person?" Mrs. Wang suddenly sat up and stared at his eyes and said, "Have you killed Manager Yang?"

"Manager Yang is in the accounting room all day long. How can I do it? I have sent someone to find him in the evening, and there should be a result tomorrow morning."

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Chapter completed!