Chapter 9 Wang Jian

  After the excitement, Song's father and son returned home. As someone who had been through it before, his son had just become a small flag, so he naturally wanted to say a few words. Seeing that Song Qing's expression was normal and didn't have the arrogance of a young man who had achieved success, he put down his guard a bit and smiled: "You kid are quite reserved, when your old man was promoted to be a small flag back in the day, I was excited for several days, even invited those brothers to drink and celebrate, it was lively for a while before it ended. What do you plan to do this time?"

  "Treating is a must, but since the child doesn't socialize much, it's up to Father to decide who to invite and who not to."

  Song Hu burst out laughing and said, "You, I don't know what's going on. Originally a dull and stupid kid, overnight you've changed into a completely different person. If it weren't for the fact that everything else is still the same, I'd suspect that you're not even my son!"

  "Dad, what are you talking about? If I'm not your son, who else could I be?" Song Qing also smiled along with him, but in his heart, he was somewhat afraid, it seemed that this time he had indeed made a good impression, even his old father had doubted him. Fortunately, the image of being brave and daring had already been established, and from now on, he didn't need to pretend anymore. Thinking about his upcoming appointment, he asked again: "Dad, what does this little flag have to do? Commander Xue's side hates us father and son to death, I'm sure they won't tell me willingly. I want to make some preparations in advance, so as not to be caught off guard again. If they really make a move, after all, it's their territory, at that time, even if you speak up for me, Dad, I'm afraid even the King will have a hard time speaking up."

  "It doesn't matter, Xia Qi's affairs are simple, I'll tell you later." Song Hu said with a slight hesitation, "You're going to the Wang family tonight, aren't you? Have a good chat with that young master of the Wang family. As long as you can get along well with him and don't let him find any fault in you, Xue Ping won't dare to touch you!"

  "Got it!" Song Qing thought to himself, it seemed that they still had to start with the Wang family after all. It looked like tonight's trip was going to be a tough one.

  Song Li was a straightforward person, not very interested in these things, but since her son had become an official, she naturally followed suit and was delighted. Although Xiao Qi wasn't a big shot, he still managed people under him, and the Song Li family's small wine business at home wasn't wealthy, but they had some money, which is why she could marry Song Hu, because back then Song Hu became the chief flag-bearer, with a group of brothers to support him, thinking that in the future he would be someone to rely on. Now her son had also become a small flag-bearer, and she was overjoyed.

  By nightfall, Song Qing deliberately missed dinner time, ate a few mouthfuls of food at home, bid farewell to his parents, and headed in the direction of the Wang family.

  As the leader of the masses, Wang's house was the most eye-catching and the only one with a large courtyard in the entire hundred households. When Song Qing passed by here every day, he would always look at it with envy. Now that he has changed his appearance, his gaze remains unchanged. As a white-collar worker, he cannot imagine what it is like to live in an area of nearly 300 square meters. The Wang family he is about to visit now is this treatment, and it's the kind that is completely down-to-earth. If it were in later generations, it would be a villa, which looks quite luxurious.

  Under the moonlight, he turned his head to look at his own house not far away. Although it was also much stronger than ordinary people's houses, compared to this place, it was still a lot worse. He sighed and said: "People are all forced out, my biology teacher is right, looking at this big house every day, it's forcing people to make progress!"

  "Song Qing, you're here? What's going on? Do you have a mouse at home?"

  Just then, a person came out of the Wang family's courtyard. Song Qing squinted and took a look, and it was indeed Wang Jian, the son of Wang Chang's family. As the son of a hundred households, Wang Jian's martial arts skills were not bad, and he was also very righteous, so he had a good reputation in the Wei camp. The young people in the hundred households naturally looked up to him as their leader. However, Song Qing used to be a homebody and didn't have much of a relationship with this Prince Wang. Now that they met again, and it was for a task, he immediately stepped forward two steps, cupped his hands and said: "Brother Wang, I've come!"

  "Come on, let's see your skills!"

  As soon as the words fell, a punch was thrown out, and Song Qing was caught off guard, hit right on the chest, feeling a dull pain, but instead of asking why he was punched, he charged forward with his fists and feet, and in an instant, they were fighting.

  Wang Jian's boxing skills were learned from the military, although the guards had long been unable to use them, but there were still some old soldiers who had a few tricks up their sleeves. With the addition of Commander Zhang's house servants, they would often stroll around Xuzhou City when they had nothing better to do, and were familiar with Wang Chang and others. Sometimes they would even teach him a few moves.

  Wang Jian was a man of strong character, who loved to practice martial arts and was willing to put in hard work. His skills were naturally not ordinary. However, Song Qing was no slouch either. Firstly, his physical body was not bad, secondly, he had rich experience in hand-to-hand combat, and thirdly, having recently taken several lives, his moves were even more ruthless and ferocious. The two men fought fiercely in the darkness, exchanging blows for over a dozen rounds. Wang Jian was starting to tire, but managed to block Song Qing's incoming punch, using the momentum to jump out of the circle and burst into laughter: "I've only heard that you're a coward, but this time I heard my father say that you're even more heroic than your old man! I didn't believe it, so I snuck out to test you. Who would have thought that your skills are indeed extraordinary? When did the Xu Zhou Garrison produce someone like you? I'm really ignorant!"

  "Rebellious son, just knowing is enough, don't think you're the only hero among the young men of Xuzhou Wei!" Wang Chang's voice timely rang out, as if he had appeared unintentionally, and walked a few steps out of the courtyard, revealing a smiling face, saying: "Song Qing has arrived, let's talk inside."

  "Thank you, sir!" Song Qing bowed his hands and nodded at Wang Jian, then entered the courtyard.

  Wang Jian, however, was not so polite. He was a straightforward person and had no dealings with Song Qing in the past when he was weak. But now that Song Qing's martial arts skills were on par with his own, and even surpassed him in ferocity, Wang Jian immediately became extremely affectionate, throwing an arm around Song Qing's shoulders and walking towards the direction of home.

  Entering the Wang family, Song Qing's theory of "people are forced out" was once again sublimated. To say that his family is not poor, but it's just slightly better than ordinary people, while the Wang family already has a rich appearance, and this is only a hundred households, if it rises to a thousand households or even higher, what would be the appearance?

  Wang Jian's mother, Wang Chang's wife, was the daughter of an old scholar and was very particular about etiquette. After meeting Song Qing for a moment, she casually praised him a few times before returning to her own room. The outer hall was occupied by three men, and Wang Chang ordered someone to bring in refreshments and tea. The three of them ate and chatted together.

  Actually, Wang Chang didn't have much to chat about. Song Qing's purpose for coming over tonight was clear: he wanted to get his support. However, Wang Jian's interest was piqued, as he was considered one of the top martial artists in Xuzhou Wei. It had been a long time since he'd met an opponent, and now that he'd finally found one who was even more skilled than himself, he naturally wanted to have a good chat. Song Qing had originally thought that this young master Wang was just another spoiled rich kid, but it seemed he'd misunderstood him. As they slowly began to discuss fists, feet, guns, and sticks, Song Qing also became interested.

  The two of them chatted more and more, and before they knew it, an hour had passed. Song Qing glanced at the sky and saw that it was getting late, fearing that he would disturb the Wang family's rest, so he bid farewell to the Wang father and son. Although Wang Jian said that he was not satisfied, he also knew that it was late, so he could only send him off. However, what made Song Qing a little surprised was that Wang Chang actually came out to see him off personally.

  It seems that the effect is quite good, Song Qing thought to himself secretly. He knew that Wang Chang felt that he and Wang Jian were a good match, wanting to find a helper for his son, who would inherit his position as the head of the hundred households in the future, so that he wouldn't be bullied by others.

  However, this is also in line with his wishes. If Wang Changruo really had this intention, he would definitely make things easier for himself. As for Xue Ping wanting to find fault, it's probably not that easy. With a sense of joy and success, Song Qing returned home and began to think about his own official career.

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