Exquisite ingenuity

Chapter 306 Conspiracy in the Night
The back room was quiet.

She was about to enter the door, but was startled by the people sitting in the room.

Her father-in-law, Zhang Dalang's father, Father Zhang was sitting on the table inside, looking at her with his head slightly sideways.In fact, Father Zhang can't hear in his left ear, only his right ear can still be used.

Mrs. Zhang raised her brows upside down, gave Father Zhang a hard look, then swaggered into her east room, and then closed the door firmly.

The furniture in the house is all good, and Zhang Dalang can earn a lot of money every year.I came back before the Chinese New Year and changed all the unusable furniture in the house.Especially the bed that creaked when I lay down.

There is even a glazed lamp in the house.

Mrs. Zhang sat down on the embroidery pier, gently opened the drawer on the makeup table, and took out a charcoal pencil for eyebrow tracing.

Then he took out a piece of paper that looks like a flower from under the embroidered basket next to him, and wrote words on it lightly with a charcoal pen.

She was originally the daughter of a scholar, and she could read and write.A few years ago, when the family was in decline and her father fell ill on the couch, she decided on her own, received a large sum of dowry from the Zhang family, and married herself to the Zhang family.In the past few years, she took money from home, and Zhang Dalang didn't say anything.Zhang Dalang is a good one.It's a pity... Alas!

The piece of paper was densely written with words, Mrs. Zhang folded the paper, took out another piece of oiled paper from her bosom, and kneaded the written paper into the oiled paper calmly.She moved lightly, as if she was treating some treasure.

While rubbing the paper, she listened to the movement outside.

In the main room, Zhang Dalang's face was already red.

He shook his head, and told Song Jingxing about his hardships in doing errands in Mount Wutai.

"Speaking of this Buddhist pavilion, the world only knows that after it is completed, the Buddhist pavilion is embedded on the cliff, and it is a natural fit with the cliff, as if it was built by divine power. The one who falls off the cliff is myself."

"But you are in charge, why worry about this?"

"Although they are in charge, if the craftsmen have an accident, their family members dare not take the trouble of the superiors, so they will vent all their anger on us."

Zhang Dalang stared blankly, as if lost in memory.

"Take our Zhangjiatun as an example. Countless people have fallen to their deaths and injuries because of building Buddhist pavilions on Wutai Mountain these years. Cough! To tell you the truth, Commander Song, I thought you were here to seek revenge at my house just now. run now?"

He watched Song Jingxing pick up the wine glass with drunken eyes and drank a glass of wine.

"That's why every time I come home, I take advantage of the cover of the night to come back quietly, stay at home for a few days, and then leave quietly."

Song Jingxing nodded: "Did the man from the Yang family at the opposite door accidentally fall down the mountain too?"

Hatred flashed in Zhang Dalang's eyes: "Exactly, that's why his family is extremely angry with our Zhang family, saying that I took a lot of money from the government above. It’s greed, and I wouldn’t be greedy for neighbors’ hard-earned money in exchange for their lives.”

He picked up a piece of dried meat and put it in Song Jingxing's bowl: "Come on, this is dried meat from Wutai County. It is very fragrant. Commander Song came to Mount Wutai, so he can't leave without tasting anything. Yes Now, I don’t know what the official business is for the officials to come here?”

Song Jingxing looked at Zhang Dalang, and said in a soft voice, "The King Zhong who worshiped Buddha on Wutai Mountain passed away. Didn't you hear about it in Wutai Mountain?"

The craftsmen working outside have been exposed to the wind and sun for a long time, and most of them have dark complexion. Although Zhang Dalang is in charge, it is inevitable that he has to go out to supervise the work.But Zhang Dalang sitting in front of him had a fair complexion, apart from being a bit haggard, there was no sign of sun exposure.

Looking at his shoes again, they were clean and not stained with any mud.But he also said just now that half a mile away from Zhangjiatun, it didn't rain.

He is lying.

Song Jingxing stroked the wine glass lightly, staring closely at Zhang Dalang.

When Zhang Dalang heard the words, he suddenly realized: "The prince is dead, no wonder the great monks on Xitai Mountain have been chanting scriptures day and night these days."

He picked up the jug again and poured wine for Song Jingxing: "Then Commander Song needs to eat more, the prince is dead, and when he arrives at Mount Wutai, he won't be able to drink any more meat, let alone eat this fine wine."

Song Jingxing stretched out his hand to push back: "Don't eat, I have to get up early and set off tomorrow morning."

The wine jug was dodging in the hands of the two, and finally Song Jingxing lost to Zhang Dalang's enthusiasm, let go of his hands, and watched Zhang Dalang fill his wine glass with wine.

He picked up the wine glass and drank the wine completely: "Thank you brother Zhang for your hospitality, Mr. Song is overwhelmed with alcohol, so go back to the room to rest first."

He stood up, his footsteps were a bit vain, and he stumbled out of the main room.

Zhang Dalang sat firmly in the back, poured himself another glass of wine, and began to eat with relish the delicious appetizers.

After a while, he stood up with his hands behind his back unhurriedly, walked to the side room where Song Jingxing lived, pushed open the door, and saw Song Jingxing lying heavily on the bed, he raised his voice and called: "Commander Song, Commander Song !"

No one answered.

Zhang Dalang walked up to Song Jingxing with his hands behind his back, stretched out his hand and pushed Song Jingxing, but Song Jingxing remained motionless.He stood quietly, and after a while, he snorted and returned to the main room.

But his wife, Mrs. Zhang, was in the house, tearing the drumsticks with both hands to eat.

Zhang Dalang's eyes seemed to be icy cold: "You bitch, who wouldn't hook up with someone, but still went to hook up with that surnamed Song. Do you know who he is?!"

Mrs. Zhang's hands were full of oil, and she slurred her speech: "It doesn't matter who it is, the noble person who values ​​you is high and powerful, and if something happens, isn't he still covering it?"

Zhang Dalang raised his hand, and was about to slap Mrs. Zhang severely, but Mrs. Zhang raised her face stubbornly: "If you have the ability, kill me, and it will be over once and for all."

Zhang Dalang's hand finally failed to strike.

He said bitterly: "I haven't lost you all these years. Your mother's family is like a bottomless pit, and I will fill it for you. You should touch your conscience. If it weren't for me, your sick father would have died a long time ago." I'm dead! If your bamboo horse, can he earn so much money? Can he let you eat meat every day?"

Mrs. Zhang's expression became dazed.That's right, if it wasn't for Zhang Dalang, her biological father would have been gone long ago.But she also hated Zhang Dalang, hated everything!
Zhang Dalang sat down and said: "I gave that surnamed Song medicine, and he is sleeping like a dead pig. When we do things later, you will still let us go as before."

Mrs. Zhang was surprised: "You are crazy, all the people living in this village are officers and soldiers!"

Zhang Dalang didn't take it seriously: "Just now there was a joke about catching rape, if there is any more movement, people will only think that I am jealous, and I will not give up, so I won't come to check again."

He drank the wine in the wine glass in one gulp, ate a few pieces of dried meat, and then went out contentedly.

The opposite side of the Yang family was dark, and there seemed to be something new in the yard, Zhang Dalang glanced at it, and left without paying attention.

About half an hour later, Zhang Dalang led the three of them into his courtyard quietly.

When Wei Qi saw the appearance of one of them, his sleepiness disappeared immediately.

　Thank you for the recommendation tickets of Fairy of the Night and Burning Wild Grass~~
　　


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