322 Zhang Family Visit

The Zhang family’s house is not far from the new house bestowed by the emperor, so it will be convenient for the stepmother to return to her parents’ home in the future.

This is a second-grade entrance, and Zhang Jinping's family of four have been waiting at the gate.

"Ping An, how is the capital? Are you used to it?"

Ping An bowed with a smile and said, "Ping An greets my uncle and my aunt."

Chang Chunfeng and Zhang Jinyu both breathed a sigh of relief. They could call Zhang uncle at home, but if they still did that here, they would feel uncomfortable. This child is really well-behaved.

Zhang Ce called his aunt and uncle, and hurriedly pulled Ping An over: "You are here, my grandfather has always wanted to see you."

I also want to thank you for saving my father's life.

However, Zhang Ce said this in his heart. His family could be considered a safe uncle's family. They would be direct cousins ​​in the future, so there was no need to express some gratitude.

Ping An followed the others into the old man's yard. As soon as he entered the door, the old man stood up to greet him: "This is Ping An, I finally see you."

Ping An knelt down and said, "Ping An greets Grandfather."

"Okay, okay, get up quickly, get up quickly." The old man pulled Ping An up happily, "Ping An, when you arrive in the capital, come and stay for two nights when you have free time. Ce'er will definitely be happy, right, Ce'er?"

Chuck grinned: "That would be the best, of course. My second brother is not at home, and my sister is a girl. I can't be lonely."

The old man took the tray from the butler beside him and said, "Ping An, this is the first time we meet. This is a gift from your grandfather. See if you like it."

The Ping An Sword is a crystal jade pendant, which is obviously worth a lot of money at first glance, and there is also a set of fine writing instruments and ink.

He looked at his father, and Chang Chunfeng smiled and nodded.

"Thank you, Grandfather." He took it with both hands and handed it to Lin Feng beside him. He then took the jade ornament from Xiao Wu and said, "This is a gift from Ping An. Master said you like jade very much."

The old man took the jade and said, "Good stuff! This is the best jade in Qingyu Town. The color and carving are both top-notch."

Zhang Jinyu on the side said, "Father, Ping An also gave me one."

Ping An smiled and said, "My master and I were in Qingyu Town. We rescued the son of Mr. Chen, the owner of the best Qingyu mine in the area. He gave us two as gifts. My master also likes Qingyu very much."

He sent out the gifts for Zhang Jinping's family one by one, and of course he also received gifts from Zhang Jinping and his wife and Zhang Ce.

Mrs. Zhang gave Lin Feng and Xiao Wu a purse each, and then asked someone to take them downstairs to rest.

A quarter of an hour later, Ping'an followed his father, Grandpa Zhang and Uncle Zhang to the study.

Chuck didn't follow behind.

He first asked about Ping An's situation at the border, and Ping An told him everything he could. In fact, Zhang Jinping already knew some of the things.

The old man and Chang Chunfeng were still sighing.

The old man sighed, "The North is still in good shape thanks to the general and the Huang family army. The Southwest has also been much better this year. It depends on whether there can be a ceasefire by the end of the year. The Northwest has been in constant fighting. Because of these wars, our emperor, ah, let's not talk about these.

Ping An, are you sure you want to enter the Imperial College? Can you keep up with the schoolwork?"

"I'll go back to my grandfather the day after tomorrow. I should be able to keep up with my studies. I barely touched a book during the year at the border, but this year in Yingtian Prefecture, I've spent at least half of my time reading every day."

"That's good. Let's treat the old Imperial Master in Yingtian. Is he feeling better now?"

Ping An said a little, "When we returned to Beijing, he was in good health, but he was old and had surgery, so he might need two years to fully recover."

The old man looked at his son and said, "Ping An, your uncle was in the border town that time, and you and your disciple were not there. I'm afraid he died there."

Ping An raised his lips and said, "It was indeed dangerous that time, uncle. I have never seen Master panic like that before. He couldn't even speak clearly."

Zhang Jinping laughed: "Your master and I have been friends since childhood. We are real brothers without any blood relationship."

"Ping An, tell me the details of his injury."

Ping'an looked at Uncle Zhang. Since Uncle Zhang himself didn't explain it clearly, how could he explain it?

"Don't look at him, talk to Grandpa."

Zhang Jinping nodded to Ping An: "Ping An, tell me, when I was recovering from my injuries, your master was afraid of me and never explained it to me clearly. I just went home yesterday and made an appointment with him to meet at the restaurant tomorrow."

In this case, Ping An no longer concealed anything and told him the details of the incident.

Zhang's father and son, including Chang Chunfeng, all turned pale. They didn't expect the situation to be so serious.

"Uncle, you were lucky that time. Your liver was not damaged and it basically recovered within half a year."

Chang Chunfeng looked at his son in front of him with mixed feelings. He looked so gentle and handsome, how could he be so bold?

The old man sighed and said, "Jinping, you have to thank Sicheng and Ping'an. Fortunately, they have made some achievements here and happened to be at the border. Otherwise, you would have been doomed."

Zhang Jinping repeatedly said, "Even the director said I have a good fortune. Dad, people with a good fortune have great blessings."

After a while of sighing, the old man turned to reading and asked Ping An many questions, or perhaps just testing him, and Ping An answered them all obediently.

The old man was just like the old imperial teacher. The more he asked, the deeper his questions became. Even Chang Chunfeng and Zhang Jinping felt that his questions were a bit difficult, but Ping An still answered them all, with a little hesitation occasionally.

This question took up most of the hour, and almost covered the entire Four Books and Five Classics, and even asked Ping An to compose a poem on the spot.

Thanks to Mr. Li, Ping An has written countless poems over the years. Some of them are borrowed from famous works of famous masters from various dynasties, and he made slight changes to them, and some of them are written by himself.

The poems he writes himself are also very good now.

But today he still used a modified version of a famous poem, perhaps because of his vanity.

Naturally, the three elders present were amazed and praised him repeatedly, especially Chang Chunfeng, whose mouth was grinning almost to his ears.

His son made him very proud today.

He obediently called the people of the Zhang family his grandson.

Even he and his wife were too embarrassed to mention this matter this morning. They thought that if the child really wanted to call him old man or old grandfather, then let him be.

This child has been taught so well.

Chang Chunfeng couldn't help but think of his original wife, that beautiful and gentle woman who smiled all day long, even if he didn't give her a good look.

Yet, this gentle woman helped him raise his son, served his parents, and wore mourning clothes for them.

Even remarrying was because the debts could no longer be delayed.

He owed her too much in this life and he could never repay her.

In the study, Chang Chunfeng suddenly thought of his first wife and felt extremely sad for a moment.

Before lunch, Chuck took Ping An to his room.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Jinyu told his father and brother about the new house.

The old man was angry and said, "You can't do this. My son-in-law has only been an official for a few years, but he has already bought a small courtyard. Although the location is not very good, at least he has a place to live.

Ping'an and his mother went through so much hardship for you, and finally earned a farm and a house through meritorious service. His parents will definitely come over to live with him, so where are you going to let them live?"

Chang Chunfeng has actually regretted it for many days.

At that time, his son persuaded him to accept it, and seeing his wife's eager eyes, he also thought that it was really difficult to buy a house in such a location, and living there would save him a lot of time on his daily commute to and from work.

But I really shouldn't have accepted it.

The child grew up without him spending a penny or worrying about anything. He was even promoted twice because of the child. Although he did a good job, it was too difficult to get promoted now. There were so many officials with backgrounds in the capital, how could it be so easy for him to be promoted several levels in a row?

"Dad, Ping An asked to send my husband away. He felt sorry for my husband because he had to work far away from home. We are also planning to let Ping An live in the second courtyard. He is the eldest son, so even if he lives in both places, he will always have time to go home."

Zhang Jinping knew that his brother-in-law was upset and that his sister really wanted the house. "Dad, I've already accepted it. It's not good to return it. The child is sensible. You can't ask for his things in the future.

And sister, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but Ping An has been in Beijing for half a month. Putting aside other things, the clothes he is wearing should not be made by you, right?

Ping An was not raised by you, but you have received so many benefits from him for nothing. If you don't treat him with a little sincerity, and only give your sincerity to your own children, then sooner or later, only the face between you will remain."

Zhang Jinyu was speechless. For the past half month, all her thoughts had been on the new house. She had indeed not thought of buying new clothes for Ping'an. The styles of clothes in the prefecture were much different from those in the capital.

The things on Ping An's body should have been made by the Sun family, right?

She looked at her husband in shame, only to see him looking at her with disappointment, and then lowering his head.

Her heart sank.