On the morning of the same day, Zhang Ruofeng announced to the whole mansion that he would support Zhang Huan's plan to cut monthly money. When the news came out, the Zhang family members who were waiting and watching turned against each other and gathered around Zhang Can, unanimously supporting Zhang Huan, and condemned Zhang Xuan for threatening everyone as the eldest son.

A few days later, the number of people who still support Zhang Xuan has been reduced to more than ten, most of whom are legitimate sons who are outside the office. They are not controlled by monthly money, so naturally they don’t have to act according to Zhang Huan’s expression.

But even so, the campaign against Shibalang initiated by Zhang Xuan had failed. After all, no one wanted to be unable to get over his own money. In this way, the storm caused by a letter from the capital ended in a slash.

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Late autumn has passed, and the winter of the fifteenth year of Qingzhi is gradually approaching. This year's winter is extremely warm. It is already early November, and it is only covered with dead leaves. This is rare in decades. Some elderly people say that the climate is abnormal, and this is probably a sign of military disaster.

But even if there is a saying of military disaster, life will still be the same. Starting from October, it entered the busiest period of the year in the Zhangfu Account. The harvest of farms in various places, grain sales, and rent payment in Nanshi must be completed within this period. Zhang Huan was so busy that he couldn't light the floor and could only go home to bed late every day.

November is the season when everything is bleak, and Zhang Huan and others officially ended their four years of study at Jinyang Academy. Everyone went back to their hometown to pack their luggage and prepare to go to Beijing to take the exam. Zheng Qingming and Song Lianyu did not leave. The two were about to move in to Beijing to live with Zhang Huan, and waited for the first day of December to go to Beijing to take the exam together.

Soon, the family leader Zhang Ruohao wrote another letter from Chang'an, stating that the imperial examination will be held at the beginning of the year and will be held by Xiao Hua, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites. He was a merciless person. He especially called out the names of several outstanding children such as Zhang Huan, hoping that they would bring glory to the family. At the same time, he also waived the financial power held by Zhang Huan and replaced it with Zhang Huan's starling Zhang Can. After being busy here for nearly three months, Zhang Huan actually had a little souvenir in his mind.

That afternoon, Zhang Huan hired a carriage to the academy to transport the luggage of Zheng Qingming and Song Lianyu. Song Lianyu's family was poor and there were not many things, but Zheng Qingming was different. In Taiyuan, the mess he bought was piled up like mountains, and he only transported a carriage of hundreds of stagnant coins that had become moldy under the bed.

Zhang Huan was a little worried when he looked at the things in the yard. He had only three rooms, one for himself, one for uncle, and the other for his mother. After thinking about it, the three of them could squeeze into one room, and the empty room for his mother could only be used to pile up debris.

While Zhang Huan was thinking, he helped them pack their things. Suddenly, there was a loud bang. Song Lianyu accidentally knocked down several high-sized wooden boxes, and the clothes and miscellaneous items inside were scattered all over the floor.

"Ah! I'm sorry! I'll clean up!" Song Lianyu was in a panic and picked up the items.

Zhang Huan came to help him clean up. Seeing that he was in a hurry, he smiled and said, "Liang Yu, what's wrong with you? I felt a little uneasy all day today!"

Song Lianyu said nothing and whispered for a long time: "Nothing."

Zhang Huan was about to ask again, and at this moment, Zheng Qingming's shout came from the room: "Get rid of the disease, do you want that broken wicker box? I won't throw it away!"

Zhang Huan was so shocked that he screamed, jumped up and rushed towards his mother's room. Isn't this fat man in his room? When did he slip past?

At this time, Zheng Qingming was standing in the room and looking around curiously. The room was very wet, the walls were mottled, and the walls had fallen off, revealing the soil mixed with wheat poles. The whole room was empty, with only a yellow wicker box flat on the two benches in the corner of the wall.

Seeing Zhang Huan come in, he pointed to the wicker box and smiled, "I have never seen such an old box. I have a few good nanmu boxes for you."

Seeing that he did not move the box, Zhang Huan breathed a light sigh and pushed him out with a smile, "Go and sort out the money well. I will go to Baiyehang to issue a flying ticket tomorrow. Then the wine money in the capital will be waiting for you to pay!"

Zheng Qingming screamed strangely and said, "You have controlled the Zhang family's financial power for several months. You must pay for the money for the wine?"

"Stop talking nonsense, go for me!" Zhang Huan kicked him hard on the butt and drove him out of the house.

After driving Zheng Qingming away, Zhang Huan slowly walked to the wicker box and squatted down, gently stroked it. The wicker box has been here for more than ten years and has not moved a single step. Although it is very old, it is very clean. Uncle Mute has to wipe it every day to prevent it from worms and mold.

Zhang Huan carefully lifted it up horizontally and walked quickly towards Uncle Ya's room. He was about to enter Beijing, so this box would be best placed in Uncle Ya's room.

Today there are many people, and Uncle Mute went out to buy wine and vegetables. His room was very clean and tidy, and everything was placed in an orderly manner.

Zhang Huan found an open space to put down the box. The lid was not locked. He used a thin linen rope to wrap it around the buckle twice. Over the years, the thin linen rope had dried up. Although Zhang Huan was extremely careful when he put it down, the hemp rope was slightly stretched and broke into several pieces, and the box suddenly opened.

Zhang Huan was stunned. The box he had never dared to open for the past ten years was accidentally opened by himself.

The box was very dry, with no clothes or jewelry inside, and there was only a set of mother's favorite tea set. In addition, there was a small box made of rosewood in one corner of the box, about the size of a palm.

He picked up the small box, held it in his hand, and looked at it carefully. The small box was exquisitely crafted and wrapped in silver edges at the joint. In the middle of the box, there was a ruby ​​the size of a soybean. The ruby ​​shone with a sparkling light in the setting sun.

For some reason, Zhang Huan felt that he had a special plot for things like jewelry, and seemed to be very familiar with them. Every time he saw them, an inexplicable nostalgia would arise in his heart.

This ruby ​​was no exception. Zhang Huan reached out and stroked it gently. With a "bang!", the lid suddenly popped open. Only then did Zhang Huan realize that the ruby ​​was the switch of the box.

The box opened, and a faint fragrance rushed towards me. I saw that the box was lined with blue velvet. On the velvet, there was a piece of chicken ovate jade lying flat on it, which was light yellow. The jade was warm and delicate, without a trace of variegated color. It was obviously a top-quality piece of jade with a thin gold chain on it.

Zhang Huan took out the jade, and he seemed to feel a dazzling golden color. He turned over and found that there was a small gold medal inlaid on the back of the jade, with two seal characters engraved on it: "Wan Lan".

‘Wanlan’, this should be the name of my mother.

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At this time, Zheng Qingming's shouting like a pig was suddenly heard in the yard. Zhang Huan quickly hung the jade close to his neck, put the box back, and closed the wicker box.

He turned around and ran out of the room, and saw Zheng Qingming jumping with his hands in his arms, and kept venting his fingers. On the ground, the money he had finally settled was trampled by Song Lianyu again. Seeing Zhang Huan come out, Song Lianyu apologized: "I was accidentally backing away just now...."

"You are not careful, you have been causing trouble since this morning!" Zheng Qingming shouted angrily, "I think you are possessed by a ghost!"

Song Lianyu was speechless, and a dark look flashed across his eyes. Zhang Huan saw it and smiled at Zheng Qingming: "You have so thick flesh on your body. It's okay to fall from the second floor last time. What's the fear of stepping on it? It's going to dark. You should quickly send the things into the house. I'll let the people from the counter shop organize the money tomorrow."

Zheng Qingming's mouth twitched and said angrily: "Since the people in the cabinet can sort it out, why didn't you say it earlier, which made me tired for a long time?"

"You're just talking nonsense, why don't you move things quickly!" As he said that, Zhang Huan rolled up his sleeves and made a gesture of beating him. Zheng Qingming was so scared that he picked up two copper basins and ran into the house.

Seeing that he ran away, Zhang Huan turned around and asked Song Lianyu, "Tell me! What happened?"

Song Lianyu sighed and took out a letter from his arms and said, "My elder brother's leg is broken, and his sister-in-law kept complaining that his father is a medicine jar and only knows how to spend money. She asked someone to send me a message two days ago, asking me to go back and take my father away, but I am going to Beijing for the exam soon, so I can't take care of it."

"Why didn't you say this earlier?"

Zhang Huan stuffed the letter to him and said angrily: "Didn't I say you to take Uncle Shi over? Let me show it to my master. I have no time to take on the family affairs, but you can go back, but I didn't expect you to drag it until now."

Zhang Huan looked at him and shook his head, "What are you going to do now?"

Song Lianyu looked at Zhang Huan and stuttered: "I really want to go home now. I'm just half a month away to set off. I don't know if I can catch up."

"no!"

Zhang Huan firmly opposed: "It will take more than a month to go back and forth from Guangling. When you come back, you will still bring your father with you. It's too late. Why don't you write a letter first and then bring some money to your sister-in-law and take Uncle Shi when our imperial examination is over. Then you should have a trap at that time, and you can support your father. What do you think?"

"I originally planned that way...."

Song Lianyu sighed and lowered her head and said, "But I have less than ten coins of money on me. If I send it back, the amount of money I have to go to Beijing will not be enough."

"You don't have to worry about this!"
Chapter completed!