Zhang Shixun was a little confused about Zhang Hu's personality. Sometimes he was sanctimonious; sometimes he laughed and cursed; sometimes he was cynical; sometimes he acted like a spoiled child... In short, he was a person with a very complex personality.
However, he had no ill feelings towards Zhang Hu.
Good and bad people are not absolute. Different perspectives may lead to completely different results.
He came to the backyard and saw two beauties sweeping the snow.
Ding Dusai saw him come in and greeted him, "Sir, you are here?"
"You two are really hardworking. The snow hasn't even stopped yet."
"The rain is getting lighter and lighter. I guess it will stop by evening. I have nothing to do anyway, right?"
"That makes sense. It's good to move your body."
Feng Yinu stopped and blew on her cold hands. "I really don't want to go back to the city. The countryside is more interesting."
"You are afraid to see your brothers."
"Not entirely. It's mainly because Journey to the West is so good... Mr. Zhang, how can there be such wonderful things in the heavenly book?"
"Even the gods in heaven feel lonely sometimes, so some gods make up stories for those lonely gods to read."
“Can gods also feel lonely?”
"Of course. For example, Chang'e in the Moon Palace is very lonely, so there is the poem 'Dancing with the clear shadow, it seems like she is not in the human world'." Zhang Shixun took the broom from Feng Yinu's hand and started sweeping.
Ding Dusai asked, "Sir, are you saying that Journey to the West was written by the gods in heaven?"
"It should be."
"Is it like the play in the tile house?"
"Yes, it's a play."
The next morning, when Zhang Shixun woke up the two girls, they were disheveled and yawning.
"You two, the snow has stopped. Hurry up and wash your faces and prepare for dinner, then return to the city." Zhang Shixun didn't go into the house, but pointed to the small kitchen. "The meal is ready, and the water for washing your faces is also boiled for you."
"Mr. Zhang, you are so kind!" Feng Yinu couldn't help but yawn again and quickly covered her mouth with her hand.
Zhang Shixun thought to himself: Since you think I am good, just marry me. However, the wife has already been taken by Ding Dusai, so I have to make you a concubine.
Ding Dusai smoothed his loose hair back and said, "Sir, let's eat together."
"Okay, I'll bring you water to wash your faces." Zhang Shixun said, turning around and going to the kitchen to get water.
Feng Yinu gently poked Ding Dusai with her finger and said, "You are so lucky to have found such a good husband."
Ding Dusai hesitated for a moment and said, "I haven't even started yet."
"Then you should marry him as soon as possible. If you don't seize the opportunity with such a good man, he might be seduced away by some vixen."
"He's not the kind of person who changes his mind easily."
"That's hard to say. All men in the world are the same."
"There are also excellent men, and he is one of them."
"Hehe! Do you want me to try and seduce him?"
"You dare!" Ding Dusai hit her lightly.
Feng Yinu stuck out her tongue, hugged her and said, "We are good sisters, how could I do that? Besides, I'm not that kind of person."
Zhang Shixun came over with a steaming hot wash basin and asked with a smile, "What are you two sisters talking about?"
Dingdu Track: "We are talking about..."
Feng Yinu rushed to say, "We are saying that you are a man of great courage, handsomeness, and many talents."
Zhang Shixun grinned, "Madam Feng, this is called 'praising to death', you know?"
Ding Dusai took the washbasin from him and said, "Sir, please come in and sit for a while. My sister and I will wash up and it will be done soon."
Zhang Shixun walked into the room and asked them, "Was last night another sleepless night?"
"That's right, we watched it the whole night." Ding Dusai put the washbasin on the washbasin rack and let Feng Yinu wash first.
"Have you finished reading it?"
"No, I just saw the Flaming Mountain."
Zhang Shixun looked at her slender figure and said, "There's a lot of things to do in Journey to the West. You can read it slowly later. Staying up late every day is not good for your health, especially for women. It will affect your appearance."
Ding Dusai stopped combing his hair and asked, "Really?"
Zhang Shixun nodded.
"I won't dare stay up late like this again." Ding Dusai complained as he combed his hair, "It's all your fault!"
"You guys did this yourself, you can't blame me."
Ding Dusai said coquettishly: "It's all your fault."
"Alright." Zhang Shixun said with an aggrieved look, "I will never let you read the Heavenly Book again."
"No!" Ding Dusai and Feng Yinu shouted at the same time, their voices particularly high.
Feng Yinu threw the towel into the basin and ran over to beg, "Master Zhang, you can't do this."
Ding Dusai pulled Zhang Shixun's arm and pleaded softly, "Sir, how about letting us read the Heavenly Book every one or two days?"
"This... the time interval is too short."
"Then three to five days."
"It's also short."
"Then it will be eight or ten days, no longer."
"this……."
"Sir!"
"After returning to the city, I usually live in the military camp. It's not convenient."
"Aren't you going home?"
"I have no home to return to now."
"Why?"
"The emperor gave me five palace maids at once. I'm afraid my house will turn into a Pansi Cave."
Ding Dusai was stunned when she heard this. After he told her about this a few days ago, she really didn't think too deeply about it. Now after hearing what he said, she suddenly felt a little nervous.
Feng Yinu rolled her eyes and said, "If you don't like them, you can give them away."
"Give it away? You're talking without any hesitation. You can't just give away the things awarded by the government, unless you don't want to stay in the Song Dynasty anymore."
"What should we do then?" Feng Yinu seemed even more anxious than him.
Ding Dusai lowered his head and thought for a while, then suddenly had an idea: "Sir, I'm always short of manpower. If..."
Zhang Shixun's eyes lit up and he clapped, "Good idea!"
Feng Yinu blinked and asked in confusion, "What's a good idea?"
Ding Dusai didn't bother to answer her. He took Zhang Shixun's hand and asked, "Sir, are you saying that this idea I have is a good one?"
"Of course...it's good." Zhang Shixun felt the warmth coming from her hand and took the opportunity to pinch it.
Ding Dusai rolled his eyes at him and quickly pulled his hand away. "Since you agree, it's settled. I'll teach them to sing when I have time. How about that?"
"Of course you can. You can also teach them to dance."
"good!"
"They are from the palace. Let them help you. Maybe they can make your lotus pavilion more prosperous."
Ding Du Track: "Of course, I will find a painter to draw them and stick them on the door of the lotus shed."
Zhang Shixun took her hand and patted it gently. "Then write below their portraits that so-and-so is a maid from the palace, and has come to the Lotus Pavilion to sponsor the performance... Of course, the specifics are up to you."
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