Uncle from a poor family

Chapter 67 Reverse Assist
Zhang Yanling took the letter to show Zhang Yu.

The brother and sister entered the room. Zhang Yu was still a little curious. When her brother took out the letter, she took it and read it in the candlelight for a long time. She didn't understand what she was looking at for a while.

“Is this something for academic study?”

Zhang Yu looked at it for a long time but didn't understand it, so he looked up and asked.

When Zhang Yanling saw her sister's confused look, she actually found it a bit cute and adorable.

Zhang Yanling said, "Sister, have you forgotten that you wrote a letter a few days ago? The other party has replied."

"Oh."

Zhang Yu pursed his lips and said, "I thought it was something... Why did he write all this in his reply? I don't understand it at all."

Zhang Yanling took the letter and glanced at it for a few seconds, also speechless.

It's obvious that Zhu Youtang has no experience in communicating with others and lacks experience in the ways of the world. To put it bluntly, his emotional intelligence is too low.

Judging from the content of this letter, how can it be said that this is about making friends?

It's simply scaring people off with words.

"Sister, let me explain it to you."

Zhang Yanling served as Zhu Youtang's mouthpiece. "He said that he had read your letter and that much of the content was too unorthodox. He implied that he did not believe it and that state affairs should be handled in a normal way, not by supernatural means."

Zhang Yu frowned: "Is that all he said? It seems I shouldn't have written that letter... He clearly wrote back to teach me a lesson..."

Zhang Yanling smiled and said, "No, he said that, but he also tactfully said that he doesn't see people from outside the home where he lives, and his situation is miserable. He wants to talk to more people but has no chance."

"Really? Is there any content about this? Why didn't I see it?"

Zhang Yu asked three soul-searching questions and then wanted to take the letter back to read it again, but her delicate hands were held down by her brother.

"Sister, don't you understand? Don't you believe me?" Zhang Yanling said with a smile.

Zhang Yu nodded innocently: "From what you said, this person is under house arrest and may even be imprisoned... What kind of person is he? Why is he still staying in a dark place... If he is a criminal, I don't bother to write to him."

Zhang Yanling said: "Sister, you misunderstood him. He was forced by the situation... Come, come, let me tell you a story."

"tell a story?"

Zhang Yu’s eyes widened.

"Ah."

Zhang Yanling nodded, "There was once a child whose mother was just an insignificant concubine of his father. The stepmother was very powerful, so the child was fostered outside for five years after he was born. Otherwise, there was a great possibility that he would die in various accidents. He didn't see his father until he was five years old. "

"and after?"

Zhang Yu didn't care much at first, but hearing this aroused her gossipy nature.

There is no essential difference between a girl living in seclusion and Zhu Youtang who is trapped in the Eastern Palace. Both of them have little contact with the outside world and have no source of information if they want to hear stories.

Zhang Yanling said: "Later, he was finally recognized by his father. Because he is the eldest son in the family, although he is born out of wedlock, if nothing unexpected happens, he will inherit the huge family fortune in the future."

Zhang Yu was puzzled: "This is unrealistic! Doesn't he have a stepmother? How can it be his turn to inherit?"

"The problem is that his stepmother has no son, and she is too old to have children," said Zhang Yanling.

"Oh, that means the eldest son from a concubine will inherit the family business. But why can't his mother adopt one? Also, his father has a biological son, so it would definitely not be appropriate to adopt someone else."

Zhang Yu started chatting with himself, and at the end he asked, "And then?"

"Later, his biological mother died suddenly with unknown causes. Since he was five years old, he could only live in the courtyard designated by his father. His stepmother was always watching him covetously and was ready to attack him at any time and take away his position as heir. He was also surrounded by enemies." Zhang Yanling said.

Zhang Yu said, "Why does it sound so pitiful... Is he still alive now? Oh, no, this story you told was made up by you, right?"

Zhang Yanling shook his head. "I really didn't make this up. The person I was talking about is the one who wrote to you... He is almost of marriageable age, but because his stepmother treats him badly and often gossips about him, his father has not found a good match for him until now."

Zhang Yu curled his lips and said, "Really? Why do I feel like you are lying to me?"

Zhang Yanling smiled and said, "You will know whether I am lying to you or not later... Sister, such a helpless person is really pitiful. You should just be a good person and ignite his love for life, inspire his courage and fighting spirit. How about we write him a letter in reply?"
"If this person inherits his father's property in the future, the wealth he controls will be incalculable, and perhaps he can use some of it to support our family's expenses." Zhang Yu said, "Is there really such a person in the world?"

Zhang Yanling shrugged: "There are so many people like this in the capital. Think about it, there are so many dignitaries in the capital, and their family situations are more complicated than one another. Some of them can even inherit the title... Sister, are you going to write or not? If you don't, I'll find someone else."

Zhang Yu angrily said, "You stinky little brother, why are you threatening others? What does it have to do with you whether I write or not? You're looking for someone? Who?"

This time I have completely fallen into my brother's trap.

Zhang Yanling laughed secretly in his heart.

This woman is very petty. Once she gets something, she won't give it up easily.

It's like an object. I don't want it, and I can't let others take it away. Although I don't know what this thing is used for, I just like to hold it in my hand and play with it, and others are not allowed to even take a look at it.

"How do I write this letter?"

Zhang Yu asked.

Zhang Yanling said: "This time let's write about romantic things. For example, write about the customs and people in my hometown."

Zhang Yu had picked up the brush, but he put it down again after hearing what he said. He glared at his brother and said, "Are you trying to amuse people? Who wants to read these?"

"He's a rare one."

Zhang Yanling smiled and said, "Just write about the scene of flowers blooming every year."

"Write about peach blossoms?" Zhang Yu asked.

"No, peach blossoms are too bright and too common. Ordinary people like to write about this. I want to write something different... Oh, let's write about crabapples! Sister, after you finish writing, I have another poem here. You can write it down to let him know that I am extraordinary and talented."

After Zhang Yanling finished speaking, he took out a piece of paper with lyrics written on it from his pocket.

Zhang Yu took it over curiously and read it intermittently: "Who says being alone is not pitiful? The flowers were beautiful in the old days. It has been years since the heartbroken person left. A patch of red just got wet with the rain, a few strands of soft green just mixed with the smoke. The beautiful soul disappeared before the sunset. Ah... what is it about?"

Zhang Yanling said: "This poem describes the desolate scene when the crabapple blossoms wither. It is this kind of sad and graceful artistic conception that makes people feel sympathy and makes the young man trapped in a small place feel sorry for himself and sigh. When my sister wrote the letter, the other party thought it was a true portrayal of my sister and instantly resonated with my sister."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yu, despite trying to hold back, could not help laughing. He smiled and quickly covered his mouth.

"Second brother, how did he offend you? He was living a good life, but you insisted on teasing him and reminding him of his miserable life. You deliberately made him unable to sleep at night and feel sad about his life, right?"

Zhang Yu smiled and rolled his eyes at his brother.

"Yes."

Zhang Yanling said without hesitation, "This is the feeling I want, to make people want to live or die, to be unable to live or to die... Ahem, I've said too much, sister, what do you think of this poem?"

Zhang Yu said, "It's quite good. Where did you copy it from? The person who wrote the letter is obviously a scholar. He may have read this poem. Don't embarrass yourself."

Zhang Yanling smiled and said, "Sister, don't worry, I wrote this poem and no one has ever seen it."

"You're just bragging."

Zhang Yu said this, but he couldn't wait to record the poem.

She has always liked doing things that make people laugh.

It was a very fulfilling thing to make a young man obsessed with a poem she wrote.

Just by looking at her sister's reaction, Zhang Yanling knew that Zhang Yu also had the mischievous nature of a girl and liked to play pranks. What she didn't know was that this was simply playing with fire and getting burned.

Who says that using poems by later generations can only be used to attract girls and look cool?

Who says that the poems of later generations cannot be used to give to one's sister in order to catch a rich husband?
"Tell me quickly, how do you write a sentence about scenery? You can't just write this one poem, right?" Zhang Yu had originally not been interested in writing letters, but after Zhang Yanling's "guidance", his enthusiasm instantly increased.

Mainly because it's fun.

Zhang Yanling said: "Just like last time, I drafted a draft for you. You can read it first, and we can consider it word by word..."

(End of this chapter)