An Zhongyi was already full of guilt towards Zhang Shunniang and An Jingzhi, and he poured all his love for Zhang Shunniang into An Jingzhi. Seeing the other party looking at him like that and saying such aggrieved words, how could he say anything else?
The idea of inviting a teacher to come home to teach my son to read and write had to be temporarily abandoned.
Forget it, anyway, with his own reputation, even if his son is illiterate, he can still get the status of a juren.
Seeing the other party making promises and coaxing him, An Jingzhi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the crisis was temporarily resolved.
Let him learn various modern scientific and technological knowledge, he is somewhat interested, but let him spare the ancient Four Books and Five Classics.
What's the point of learning something you're already tired of seeing? Not only is it a waste of time, it's also completely useless.
An Jingzhi knew that An Zhongyi wanted him to learn to read and write, and then arrange a place for him to become a scholar. This was how he treated the original owner in his previous life.
But An Jingzhi knew very well that even if he didn't need to learn these things, An Zhongyi would still be able to arrange for him to live comfortably. He had the right not to let it expire. If he didn't enjoy it while his father was still powerful, he would not have such a good opportunity in the future.
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Following An Jingzhi's orders, Liu Qianhua led his men to raid a beggars' den.
When the beggars inside were checked, they were all taken to jail.
An official residence somewhere.
"I heard that that rootless guy found his biological son?" said a middle-aged man.
"Yes, sir. He hid it in a mansion and kept it under wraps, not allowing anyone to check. However, I still found some clues and met that person once."
"Are you sure it's his son?"
"I'm certain he's An Zhongyi's son. According to information from the people in the mansion, An Zhongyi always responds to his son's requests and treats him with great care. He even has people from the East Factory follow closely behind to protect his safety."
"but."
The middle-aged man glanced at the person in front of him and asked, "But what?"
"I think An Zhongyi's son probably doesn't know who his father is."
"What do you mean?"
"Logically speaking, An Zhongyi has always been blatantly using the East Factory's personnel for personal gain. However, the followers protecting his son were all dressed in plain clothes, as if they were afraid of being discovered. An Zhongyi couldn't possibly be afraid of the world knowing that he was using public resources for personal gain, so he must be afraid that his son would know that he could use the East Factory. In my humble opinion, An Zhongyi probably didn't tell his son about his identity."
The middle-aged man sneered after hearing this and said sarcastically, "Does he dare to tell his son? Does he dare to tell his son that he is the Nine Thousand Year Old Lord who is reviled by everyone, who has an all-powerful hand, who forms cliques for personal gain, and who disrupts the government?"
After venting his anger, the middle-aged man waved his hand irritably and said, "Go, find a way to tell his son about An Zhongyi's identity. And check his son's background. Who knows, maybe his son can be of use to us."
…
The crazy beggar brought back by An Jingzhi had been living in a courtyard of the mansion.
On weekdays he acts like a madman, yelling and screaming, or he just sits in one place in a daze.
An Jingzhi had someone deliver meals to him every day, and the other party ate and drank normally.
When he was free, he thought about going to see the other person. He also wanted to see what this person's identity was and whether he was the person he thought of.
As soon as I approached the courtyard, I heard the crazy beggar whimpering in the courtyard.
When he saw someone coming, he would just smile foolishly at them.
An Jingzhi squatted down and looked at the other person at eye level, "I know you are pretending to be crazy."
The crazy beggar continued to play unconsciously, but the sudden shrinkage of his pupils did not escape An Jingzhi's observation.
He stood up, dusted off the dust on his body, looked at the other person deeply and left.
As Xiaobai walked, he would occasionally look back at the crazy beggar who was still going crazy in the courtyard, "Brother Jing, how do you know he is pretending to be crazy? The crazy beggar has been crazy for five years, and everyone knows he is a crazy beggar."
"Why are you asking so many questions, kid? Go and learn to read." An Jingzhi patted the other person's forehead.
Xiaobai covered his head in grievance, "Brother Jing, why don't you read and learn to read and let me go? Learning to read is really difficult."
An Jingzhi laughed and said, "How come learning to read is harder than begging, harder than going hungry?"
"Not really. Learning to read is easier." Xiaobai said embarrassedly, and then asked, "But why don't you learn to read, Brother Jing?"
"Why? Since you can read, what else do I need to learn? You can just help me see what I need to see. Are you going to lie to me?" An Jingzhi asked.
Xiaobai quickly shook his head, expressing his loyalty, "Of course not! I will never lie to Brother Jing in my life!"
"That's it, isn't it? Go learn to read. Your poor education is embarrassing me, you know?"
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Xiaobai went to study, and An Jingzhi was bored and went out to hang out on the street.
Although most of the ancient planes are similar, there are still slight differences in eating, drinking and having fun, and An Jingzhi enjoys exploring these differences.
Every time I go out, I always come back with a lot of things.
Not only women like shopping, but men also like shopping, but the things they buy and are interested in are different.
"Pack them up and send them directly to An's house on East Street." An Jingzhi asked the merchant to help pack up the military chess pieces carved from fine wood in front of him.
After he finished speaking, the attendants around him skillfully threw out the silver, and just waited for the other party to deliver the things directly to the mansion.
Along the way, he bought a talking bird, a strange-looking donkey that looked magical at first glance but was actually a useless horse, an exquisite dagger, and clothes that suited the temperament of a landlord.
I bought a bunch of food and sent it all to An's house.
Just as he was about to go home, there was a sudden commotion nearby. A group of people rushed towards An Jingzhi, and the guards around him started fighting with them. Suddenly, An Jingzhi was dragged to a corner. Just as An Jingzhi was thinking about how to resist, the other party said something in his ear.
"Your father is the murderous Nine Thousand Years Old An Zhongyi!"
Then the man disappeared. After the followers got rid of the entanglement, they hurriedly found An Jingzhi. An Jingzhi stood there with a calm expression. The followers looked at each other, and then returned to the mansion with worries. After An Zhongyi came back, he reported what happened today as soon as possible.
"Are you sure these people don't want to kill you, but just want to tie you up?" An Zhongyi asked with a gloomy face.
The leader of the entourage said nervously, "Yes, they are very numerous, but they are not here to kill. It seems that they want to lure us away. We originally thought they were coming for the young master, but they dragged him away and didn't intercept him. When we found him, he was fine."
"Bang!" An Zhongyi stood up immediately.
"Is this how you do things? Is this how you protect the young master? Or do you want to live in the East Factory prison?!"
An Zhongyi, who originally had a heart as deep as the sea, lost his composure when he met his son.
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