Jiang Yuzhu simply explained the whole story. After listening, Jiang Fulu didn't blame Jiang Huaida at all. He patted his eldest son's shoulder lovingly and said, "You are really good!"
Jiang Huaida was a little unsure. Was his father being sarcastic or praising him?
But with my little sister here, he should be safe.
Jiang Huaida had just put his mind at ease when he saw Jiang Fulu swiftly taking off his shoes and running towards him with the soles of his shoes. "You unfilial son! You've forgotten all the rules of our Jiang family!"
Jiang family rule: No quarrels should last overnight.
Even if you quarrel in the middle of the night, you must resolve it before dawn, otherwise misunderstandings will affect family harmony.
"There are already so many enemies outside, and now there's rebellion at home. How can this be justified?"
Jiang Fulu chased out, hit Jiang Huaida with the sole of his shoe, and stood there humming.
"You're a rebellious son. You're irresponsible as a man. You don't look like someone from the Jiang family at all!"
At least Jiang Huaida didn't inherit any of the Jiang family's ancestral habit of being dominated by his wife.
Jiang Huaida was chased and hid behind the flowers. Seeing the sole of the shoe accurately touching his face, Jiang Huaida begged for mercy: "Dad, how could you forget that you have sweaty feet!"
He just teaches his son, but he starts fighting when they have a disagreement. Jiang Huaida is miserable.
Thinking of being hated by his entire family, Jiang Huaida rarely felt rebellious and said, "You are responsible. Didn't you also kneel on the washboard because of the young widow Tofu Xishi in town?"
Before Jiang Fulu passed the imperial examination, the Jiang family had arranged a marriage for him with a beautiful woman whose family ran a tofu business.
Later, after Jiang Fulu graduated from high school, he successfully crossed the class barrier and the marriage between the two families failed.
A few years later, Tofu Xishi became a widow and brought her son to the capital, hoping to use the little bit of affection they had in the past to find a stable support for her son.
Because of this, Jiang Fulu and Chen had a big misunderstanding.
Jiang Huaida was still young. He remembered that his mother, Chen, was asking for a divorce and his father knelt in the rain for a whole day.
Jiang Fulu couldn't lose face when the old matter was brought up again. His anger grew. He bent down, took off his other shoe, and chased after him, saying, "You little bastard, I'm going to beat you to death today!"
The father and son were chasing each other in the back garden. Jiang Huaida hurriedly asked his younger sister for help. He looked around, but there was no trace of Jiang Yuzhu.
Under the bushes, Jiang Huaiqing watched with great interest: "Big brother just needs a lesson!"
After he finished speaking, he felt that it was not lively enough, so he released the goose in his arms and said, "Honghong, it's your turn to show off!"
Jiang Huaiqing was helping his sister-in-law educate his brother, but Honghong misunderstood and rushed towards Jiang Fulu aggressively.
"Where did the goose come from?"
Jiang Fulu dodged left and right, but his speed was not as fast as the goose. He had just taken two steps when he was tripped by the goose's flapping wings.
As if the big goose was not satisfied enough, it rode on Jiang Fulu's body and the man and the goose fought fiercely.
In the end, Jiang Fulu was defeated by the big goose and sprained his waist.
The servants saw this and hurried to clean up the mess. Jiang Fulu showed a fierce look and said, "Quick, go to the kitchen, set up the iron pot, and stew the goose!"
Honghong didn't know what fate she was about to face, and she made a goose-like cry with pride.
Jiang Huaiqing looked at this scene in shock and said dejectedly: "Little sister, I messed up."
I swear to God, he has no intention of going against his father!
Jiang Yuzhu looked at her second brother sympathetically and said, "You're done!"
"Little sister, save me! No, save Honghong!"
Jiang Huaiqing hugged the white goose. He was already very sad that he failed to protect Dahuang and Erhuang, and he couldn't afford to lose Honghong again!
"But Dad is angry."
Jiang Yuzhu was also in a dilemma. "Fortunately, Dad only sprained his waist. A little rubbing with medicinal wine will heal him. If the bone injury affected the Dragon Boat Race, you would be guilty of a greater sin!"
Jiang Huaiqing acted humble and pleaded, "Little sister, take Honghong to the Xie Mansion to hide first. When Dad gets better and forgets about this matter, I will take her back, okay?"
"Oh well."
Jiang Yuzhu hesitated for a moment, thinking that Honghong was a gift from her to her second brother after all, so she agreed immediately.
Morning next day.
Xiao She sat on the dragon throne, looking radiant. "The Dragon Boat Races are getting closer and closer to the Dragon Boat Festival. How are you preparing, my dear ministers?"
There were originally scattered factions in the court, but they finally officially took sides.
When Chief Minister Wei and Jiang Fulu face off, and the two are evenly matched, Xiao She's throne will be more stable. It all comes down to the art of checks and balances.
Chief Minister Wei stepped forward and saluted, saying, "Your Majesty, I have prepared the dragon boat race team and will go to the river to practice tonight. However, I heard that Lord Jiang's race doesn't seem to be going well!"
After finally gathering more than half of the staff, they were still sabotaged by Minister Lin of the Ministry of Revenue.
Being called out, Jiang Fulu cursed Wei Shoufu a hundred and twenty times in his heart. He was just thinking about how to continue the conversation and save face when Xie Zhao suddenly spoke up, his tone slightly raised: "Your Majesty, Lord Jiang's dragon boat team is ready and can compete with Wei Shoufu's men at any time."
Jiang Fulu was secretly surprised, then said with a smile: "Okay, okay."
Wei Shoufu was a little unconvinced, his eyes were ambiguous, "When did Lord Jiang gather all the men? How come I didn't know?"
Jiang Fulu seemed quite calm, he had just found out about it!
But that's not the way to say it. Jiang Fulu said modestly, "Minister Wei, I have always kept a low profile. Besides, you and I are competitors, so it's better not to know."
Chief Minister Wei snorted coldly. What's the point of Jiang Fulu being low-key? I'm afraid even Jiang Fulu himself doesn't believe what he said!
After leaving the court, Jiang Fulu said to Xie Zhao with a pleasant face: "My dear son-in-law, come to the Jiang Mansion for dinner tonight!"
The father-in-law and son-in-law had a good drink together. Thinking of the angry face of Chief Minister Wei, Jiang Fulu felt happy. However, he had not heard of any officials in the capital joining his team.
"Those officials of lower ranks are threatened by old dog Wei. Where does a good son-in-law find people?"
Jiang Fulu breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, they had enough manpower.
Xie Zhao spoke calmly, not seeking credit at all: "Father-in-law, I have received news that several generals from the North City Camp are returning to the capital to report on their work. They are already outside the capital and will enter the capital today."
Among the generals was a good friend of Xie Zhao. When they heard about the dragon boat race, they all volunteered.
After hearing this, Jiang Fulu laughed heartily and said, "My dear son-in-law, this is all thanks to you. No matter how much Old Dog Wei trains those civil servants who have been hollowed out by wine and meat, they can't compare to the military commanders of the north!"
Winning without fighting, so satisfying!
Jiang Fulu liked Xie Zhao very much and believed that as long as his son-in-law was on the side of the Jiang family, he would definitely be the backbone of the small group.
Facing the compliment, Xie Zhao remained calm, pursing his thin lips slightly, a clear light flashing across his eyes: "Father-in-law, my mother and Yuzhu went to the Huguo Temple to burn incense, how about I treat you tonight?"
The Xie Mansion’s kitchen hired two chefs who are good at Northwestern cuisine at a high price. Jiang Fulu is from the Northwest, so his food should be more to his taste.
Jiang Fulu happily accepted the invitation. Thinking of being chased by a goose yesterday, he ordered the dish and said, "No problem. I want to eat a goose stewed in an iron pot today!"
Not just today, you have to eat it for three days in a row to feel satisfied!
"good."
Xie Zhao remembered that his wife brought back a big goose last night and kept it in the kitchen. He might as well kill it to entertain his father-in-law, and then buy another one when Yuzhu came back.
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