The Great Seminary

Chapter 48 Beginning

After arguing for a while, Zhang Gui finally understood.

It turns out that the process of evolving my divine cluster is quite long, and now it is already the night of New Year's Eve.

The spring rain is pouring down outside.

Inside the room, Qiadanjenna stood by the bed, touching Zhang Gui's forehead, wiping her tears and saying:

“It’ll be fine once the fever goes away.

Guigui, you must be filial to your mother in the future.

She fainted because of you this time and made a big fuss.

I almost set your heartless father's house on fire, and even broke into the main residence of the Zhang family in Pingyang.

If anything happens to you, you will be killed by the stone lions in the temple.

Ask the ancestors of the Zhang family. Even if the children in the family are not legitimate sons and do not have sufficient status, they can still faint from exhaustion over family affairs before the New Year.

The adults just watched him die without doing anything. This is the way of life in every family and tribe.

You've caused such a disturbance that the elders of your tribe have to send the doctor to treat you."

“Okay, okay.

I love my own son, so why should I ask you to boast about him?" Yang Duojie waved his hand to stop Qidanjiena's words, and turned to his son and said:

“This matter is thanks to the help of your good brother Jiujiang.

He is now a student at a famous academy, and the adults in the hall all give him some face.

Besides, you are a real descendant of the Zhang family in Pingyang after all. There are hundreds of children in the family who are in similar situations, and they will all feel sad for you.

Zhang Qitai had just taken the position of clan leader, and he didn't want to get a reputation for being ungrateful and heartless to his relatives, so I made a fuss.

Otherwise, what if he gets killed?"

Hearing what my mother said, Zhang Gui wiped his tears and said slowly, "No matter what, it's all thanks to Am."

Seeing his weak appearance, Yang Duojie hurriedly started to drive away his younger siblings and niece, "Alright, alright, it's unlucky to cry on New Year's Eve.

You guys should go to the main hall to drink and stay up till the New Year.

Now that Guigui is well, we can all rest assured. Go, go."

It is said that my uncle is my closest relative, and even if the bones are broken, the tendons are still connected. In fact, how can my aunt be compared to my real mother?

After shedding two more tears, Qiadan Jena, Qiadan Sangjia and the others continued to stay up all night to have the feast.

Only Zhang Gui and his mother were left in the room.

Zhang Gui jumped off the bed and blew out the oil lamp.

"Em, I've been preparing for this night for a long time.

There is no time to go into details now.

After I leave, you can go to the main hall and stay up all night with your aunt and cousin.

He said that although my illness was getting better, I was still weak and needed to rest more.

Anyway, I will be back tomorrow morning, so don’t let anyone into this room before then.”

After he finished speaking, without waiting for his stunned mother to react, a stream of thick black liquid gushed out of his fontanelle.

Flowing on the ground, it turned into a fungal carpet.

Two arms stretched out from the blanket and gently pushed open the door.

In the dark night, Zhang Gui took off all his clothes and his body turned into a semi-metallic state.

He used the technique of flying kicking warriors and combined it with the divine power of 'Strong Feet' to fly into the night.

He disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Yang Duojie came to his senses in the blink of an eye, and hurried out of the door in the rain. He turned around and closed the door carefully, rubbed his stiff face, and walked towards the main room.

Before entering the door, he laughed and cried loudly:
"Guigui is tired and wants to sleep.

We women will stay up all night to celebrate the New Year, so he can have a good rest.

The young man has a strong body, so the disease comes and goes quickly. He will probably be cured after drinking two more doses of medicine tomorrow.

Oh, speaking of illness, my uncle Guigui was still alive last year, but who would have thought he would pass away this year."

The mother here is putting on airs.

Over there, in the night rain, my son had slipped out of the town like a ghost.

The fungal mat evolved from the soul was centered around Zhang Gui, stretching out over an area of ​​three feet, three feet, and three inches, moving with his footsteps. It was truly magical.

A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky.

Behind him, Pingyang Town was ablaze with lights. Ahead, the Xuanzhi Mountains crept like a giant beast.

I broke into the forest and found no one around.

Zhang Gui couldn't wait to experiment with the main god cluster 'Embers'.

It turned out that the ability of the "embers" was to rapidly cool down after activating the steam "explosion" power, taking advantage of the property that the steam would take away the temperature when it evaporated.

Thermal expansion and contraction will cause the enemy target to naturally collapse.

After that, Zhang Gui continued to walk through the mountains and arrived at Mushroom Valley.

At the entrance of the big stone cave, Old Sang Gui led a group of stone corpse warriors who had restored their youth through mysterious rituals and were ready to go.

When Zhang Gui saw them, he suddenly realized that he could now refine Hundred-Stone Corpse Soldiers.

"With the addition of a main divine cluster involving the primordial spirit, I have gathered the three treasures of 'body, mind, and spirit'. I can kill two birds with one stone and make progress in everything.

It's a pity that we don't have a body and time now, otherwise we would have a much better chance of winning."

An idea flashed through his mind. He didn't speak, but just stood there staring at his soldiers for a while with an expressionless face. Three words popped out of his mouth:
"Come with me!"

All the stone corpses responded in unison:

"Fight to the death for the king!"

Follow Zhang Gui into the rainstorm
Looking at Beizhuang, the main hall.

More than a hundred third-level storekeepers and foremans of the Shuanghu Rong family, along with farm guards, surrounded the second-level storekeeper Song Huawen and sat around dozens of round tables.

The two young masters of the Rong family who are nominally in charge of the business, although they do not obey each other when doing serious work, have similar interests in eating, drinking and having fun.

Even Pingyang Town, which is as prosperous as a county in the south, is not taken seriously.

On New Year's Eve, he would bring enough money with him and a personal attendant who would flatter him at any time.
The village chief who needs to be won over and shown favor;

The military tribute, who was very useful in showing off his wealth and power, rushed straight to the city of Siyang County.

The young masters all have the title of big cabinet, so even if they do things against the rules, Song Huawen, as the actual person in charge, cannot say anything.

After all, no matter how capable or old the dog you have at home is, it is still just a dog.

At this time, it was windy, dark and rainy outside.

The fire dragon in the hall was burning brightly, steam was rising, and the place was bustling with people.

After three rounds of wine, the five flavors of food are over.

Song Huawen stood up with blushing cheeks and raised his glass again.

In front of his master, he was a "fake Mr. Song", but in the eyes of all the shop assistants and clerks in the Rong family in Shuanghu, he was a very important figure.

He handled millions of gold and silver in a year, made huge profits, and never lost a single thing.

He started as a clerk and worked his way up to second counter assistant, and he never made a single mistake in his work. It's simply amazing.

He is a role model for those below him.

As soon as they saw Lao Song stand up, those who saw it immediately shut up, and those who didn't see it noticed something was wrong and stopped making noise.

Within a few breaths, the hall was completely silent.

Song Wenhua coughed lightly.
“This is the third cup.

The two big bosses went to Siyang County City to smooth things over, leaving us here to celebrate the New Year.

Things never happen more than three times. After drinking this glass of wine, everyone will go home and spend the New Year's Eve with their families."

When the Rong family of Shuanghu was just a traveling merchant family, there was no rule that the shopkeeper or the head clerks would bring their relatives along.

Of course, there are no such rules for businesses doing business all over the world.

However, if powerful people want to settle down and manage large farms, they must ensure that the managers can settle down and start a family in the farm and work there for generations.

Only after several generations would a large number of "house-born slaves" appear and become a force in the local area.

Otherwise, no matter how rich you are, you are just a so-called "traveling merchant", not a wealthy family.

So when the Zhang family just bought the first farm in Pingyang, all the shop assistants and foreman who moved in from the Rong family and had started families brought their children with them.

Some of the three cabinets even brought their parents.

And on the first New Year after moving into a new house, according to custom, everyone gets together to eat and drink, which is considered the year-end party.

After that, everyone will go back to their homes and will not resume work until the eighth day of the new year.

But an unexpected event occurred, and before Song Huawen could finish his words, he was kicked out of the hall.

A figure flew in.

(End of this chapter)