The Great Seminary

Chapter 17: The Master's Style
Now that Zhang Qitong is here, Zhang Yan should go back to the mainland to perform his new duties.

But he showed no sign of leaving Serpent Head Island.

At the same time, even if he did not live in the Hei Mu Town Office, Zhang Qitong should have occupied a post station in the city, but he did not stay in the town.

A large camp was built outside the town.

It is really puzzling that such a strange situation occurred.

Some people think that before Zhang Yan left, he suddenly felt nostalgic for the foundation he had cultivated for half his life.

I secretly laugh at such a tyrannical person, who, even at his old age, cannot restrain his sadness over autumn and spring.

Some people think that Zhang Qitong only has the reputation of being a genius, but it is not necessarily true that he is a genius when he grows up.

He actually allowed his seat to be occupied by an old man.

But after Zhang Gui learned these two pieces of news, he felt a chill in his heart, and the more he thought about it, the more panicked he became.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

at dusk.

All the men in Fangshi were dismissed from work.

After a day of sunbathing, Zhang Gui was in the third hall of the third courtyard of the Xifang Municipal Office, eating the honey-soaked oil residue bought by Zhang Chun.

A middle-aged man wearing the black robe of the Pingyang Zhang family's chief steward came straight to him through the hall.

He announced expressionlessly:
"Manager Zhang Gui, Master Qi Tong has summoned you to meet him at 12:00 p.m."

The person delivering the letter had a higher status than the one receiving it, so Zhang Gui could only bow respectfully.

But the steward who delivered the letter ignored him and turned away after speaking.

Zhang Gui looked at the arrogant back of his grandson, and a constipated expression appeared on his face.
"Is it time to break up? The new one wants to take over, but the old one won't leave.

You, Zhang Qitong, and Zhang Yan, are both big shots. If you are not convinced of each other, just have a wild clash.

What are you trying to do with us, the beasts of burden, you are nothing but dogs!"

But despite all the cursing, as a senior worker, he still rushed to the new boss's camp after dark.

As the most talented young master in the family, Zhang Qitong's temporary residence was incredibly large, but its layout was the most ordinary "chariot formation".

Hundreds of huge trucks formed a circle on the outside, leaving only one gate that could accommodate four horses running side by side.

Inside the car wall.

Countless tents stood side by side to form streets, and the crisscrossing streets formed a temporary city, which came into Zhang Gui's sight.

The grandeur left him stunned.

roadside.

Dazzling silk lanterns were hung on wooden poles hundreds of feet high and as thick as fists, illuminating the camp as bright as day.

Under the lantern beside the door, a handsome young man with red lips and white teeth smiled and said to Zhang Gui:

"Sir, please come in. The Master is waiting for you."

“Yes, yes.

"Master Qitong, what a magnificent camp!" Zhang Gui exclaimed in admiration after regaining his composure.

But this praise is not all praise.

You should know that Kuroki Town does not produce silk.

It took three days to ship a large amount of silk by sea, just to light a lamp and frighten the future cattle and horses under his command. There are only three possibilities:

1. Zhang Qitong appears to be a genius, but is actually an idiot;
2. Zhang Qitong is really a genius, but his head was squeezed by the door and now he has become an idiot.

3. Things have really gone beyond Zhang Gui's imagination and reached a level that he cannot understand normally.

After making this judgment, Zhang Gui walked while paying attention to the situation around him, and as a result, he smelled an extremely rich aroma of fine wine in the air.

What was under my feet was not compacted soil or stone slabs, but finely fired dense-grained tiles.

With a look of amazement, he tentatively said, "The servants doing odd jobs smell of wine, and the camping ground is paved with high-quality tiles.

The grandeur of the owner of Qitong is truly beyond the reach of common folk like us, and it is truly breathtaking.”

The handsome young man turned around and smiled without answering. In the firelight, the young man's eyes were shining, and his face was as rosy as a peach. Zhang Gui's heart skipped a beat when he saw it. "I didn't even realize that Cospree was a woman disguised as a man just now.

Is this how rich people play?"

The two walked to the largest tent in the center of the street.

The handsome young man asked Zhang Gui to wait for a moment while he went in to report.

After waiting for a while, another person came out and called Zhang Gui in.

According to Zhang Gui's idea, it was not surprising to see people feasting, watching cool young ladies singing and dancing, or warriors fighting each other in the big tent.

But he never expected that the reality at first sight was a metal house.

Around the metal house, there were many blurry figures like mosaics, and a clear middle-aged man sitting on the ground, talking about something in the tent.

Zhang Gui was very close to him but couldn't hear clearly.

"This should be affected by a spell."

As soon as Zhang Gui had this guess in his mind, the nerves in his body began to beat and his eyes and ears became hot.

The blurry spots of the human figure in front of my eyes began to disappear little by little, and the sounds in my ears gradually became clearer.

When casting spells, unless there is a huge difference in strength, both sides will definitely sense it.

Zhang Gui hurriedly pressed down the jumping nerves in his body, pretended to be surprised, rolled his eyes but said nothing.

At this time, the middle-aged man with a clear figure suddenly said:
"Zhang Gui.

My father, Zhang Bashan, was a scholar in the 36th year of the Gengxu reign.

Mother Yang Duojie.

The 'female big stone crown' of the 'stone corpse' of the Ming Song vassal state is the eldest princess of the foreign country.

Even if Zhang Gui was an idiot, he knew that it must be Zhang Qitong who spoke. He quickly bowed to his feet and waved his hands, saying:

"Master Qitong, please stop trying to flatter me. How dare a barbarian female leader who can't even afford to eat call herself a princess?

In the early days, before Emperor Taizu conquered the world, he established more than a hundred vassal states in order to quell border troubles and facilitate the dispatch of troops to the barbarians.

It's just a temporary measure, don't take it seriously.

What's more, the 'Stone Corpses' have been causing disasters for years, and there are less than a hundred of them left.

It's not even as good as Nomura. Where in the world can there be such a feudal state?"

According to the rules of the Ming-Song Dynasty Constitution "Da Zhao", the status of a princess from a vassal state was only one level lower than that of an imperial princess.

Princesses of the Ming and Song dynasties were ranked first, while princesses of vassal states were ranked second.

Foreign countries like "Stone Corpse" have ancient politics and unruly people.

In ancient times, the princess was the heir to the throne, but in the last thousand years, the princess's son has become the heir.

The former is influenced by the ancient matriarchal culture.
The latter is because it is a small country with a population of only a few thousand households at most. How could it have the ability to build an inner palace and employ eunuchs?

There is no guarantee that the king's son is his biological son.

No matter who the princess gives birth to a child with, the child will definitely have royal blood.

Some systems may seem strange, but they actually have profound meanings.

Therefore, Zhang Gui was theoretically the prince of a foreign country in the Ming-Song Dynasty, with a rank equivalent to that of an imperial prince, and was extremely noble.

Invisible politics is being pushed to the limit.

But the problem is that apart from his status, he has no subjects, no soldiers, no money, no power, and he even has no food to eat if he doesn't work.

Don’t say that a phoenix without feathers is worse than a chicken. If it hadn’t shed its feathers, it would be just a sparrow.

“Alas, the country has been established for a long time and there are many troubles in the world, so financial resources are scarce.

I heard that even the Prince of Pingjiang wore patched wedding clothes at his wedding.

That is the direct lineage passed down by the fourth son of Taizu, Prince Fu, let alone the others.

Don’t take the hardship to heart.”

(End of this chapter)