Chapter Fifteen: Stirring Up the Stormy Weather

  So many things, even if it's just a matter of being misunderstood, it's better not to say too much.

  Seeing Ren Yuan coming up, Zhang Jiamu smiled slightly and said, "Ninth brother, let's go home!"

  Although he had a lot of doubts, he now admired Zhang Jiamu extremely. This little brother said what he meant, his mind was very clear, and following him would not go wrong.

  It's been a month since I went out, and as a young man, I naturally miss my home. Ren Yuan also smiled and said, "Then let's hurry up, at this time, we can still make it in time for dinner at home."

  Home is where you will always be waited for.

  "Jia Mu, now that we have some silver, how about buying two horses? A pair of three-year-old horses with a good temperament and weighing around 400 jin should cost around five or six taels of silver."

  "This idea isn't bad!"

  Right south of Xuan Nan is not far away, two people chatted and talked, in a short while they returned to the Xuan Nan Fang.

  Prefectures, counties, wards, blocks and shops, the political structure and streets of the Great Ming capital city are all clearly hierarchical and strictly organized.

  The city streets are generally radiating from the location of the Bell and Drum Tower, and Xuan Nan Fang is no exception. The main street where the Bell and Drum Tower is located is the widest and most bustling, with shops and merchants lining the street, and many pedestrians, customers, scholars, monks, refugees, beggars, prostitutes, and musicians coming and going, making it extremely lively!

  Zhang Jiamu was in a great mood. Since crossing over, although there were many frustrating things, at least the situation had opened up. Thinking back to a month ago, he and Ren Yuan were sitting in the Ministry of Justice, eating bitterness, suffering from those cold eyes and disdainful glances, couldn't help but make one feel emotional!

  All the way, Chen Baoliang's mutton noodles shop, Futaixiang shoe store, Sun Chunyang's southern goods store, Dai Chunlin's spice store, and many more, I don't know how many there are!

  This is still not the most lively place.

  In the capital, there are two places that are the most bustling. One is Zhengyangmen East and West Avenue, where there are the most shops and stalls, and the signs of merchants can block out the sky. There, no matter what you want, whether it's something from heaven or something that walks on earth, you won't be unable to find it!

  The second is the market in the imperial city, which opens at a fixed time according to the rules of the previous dynasty. According to the ancient meaning of spring and autumn, the emperor lives in the front hall, builds a market in the back, for the convenience of the country and the benefit of the people.

  It's not as good as it was in ancient times, but the spirit of our ancestors is still there. From Xuanwu Gate to Jing Mountain, it's a huge area, and when the market opens, all the shops in the city set up stalls to sell their goods. In the imperial city, only high-quality goods are allowed to be sold, and the imperial city market is even more lively than Zhengyangmen East and West Streets, with many more goods on offer.

  Zhang Jiamu bought some osmanthus oil at Dai Chunlin's spice shop, and also bought two catties of mutton head meat, called "Huoji Pian" with a light and delicate style like snowflakes. Then he went to the Nanhuo shop to buy some sauce ingredients, and finally bought a box of honeyed dates. After buying so many things, he spent more than three taels of silver.

  In the past, I couldn't bear to part with it and didn't have so much money either.

  When they reached the entrance of the alley, the two brothers parted ways. This time, there was a bit of reluctance to part with each other.

  The two brothers used to work together all the time, never leaving each other's side. But now they suddenly have to separate, and both of them feel a bit uncomfortable about it.

  Fortunately, after a while, they will go to the big camp together to participate in the archery competition. Zhang Jiamu suddenly remembered to remind him: "Jiuge, after returning, you must practice horse riding and shooting well. I think of buying horses, hurry up and buy them. We used to practice a lot, but we haven't had horses to ride for two years, and our riding skills are not good enough. Even if the shooting is accurate, it's useless."

  Shooting willow is about coordinating riding and shooting, two things that are indispensable from each other.

  Ren Yuan nodded repeatedly and said: "You're busy, I'll go take a look in a few days when I have time, and I'll buy two horses back then."

  "Good!" Zhang Jiamu thought for a moment and said: "The saddle and other things are already available at home, so there's no need to bother again. But the horse must be good, with a strong mouth and good leg strength. Ninth brother, you have to take care of it!"

  No matter who is supporting him from behind, Zhang Jiamu feels that everything still depends on himself first. If he wins the gold medal at the Archery World Cup, his life will probably not be worried about food and drink anymore.

  As for national affairs, abolishing and establishing a crown prince, get out of here!

  He spoke seriously, Ren Yuan also knew that this matter was important, and he solemnly agreed at once.

  Two people bid each other farewell with a long bow, Ren Yuan returned home in self-reproach, Zhang Jiamu walked forward leisurely, looking at the gate covered with moss and weeds growing out of the brick seams, feeling deeply moved.

  No matter what, a home is where one's roots are, and this humble little courtyard in front of me is my own home, my own roots.

  He lightly knocked on the door, and after just a few knocks, Old Zhang Fu, the gatekeeper, responded loudly and ran over.

  As soon as the door opened, an extremely brilliant smile appeared on the old man's withered face. In an instant, Zhang Jiamu thought he was seeing things. The small gate and small household, living a tight life, Zhang Fu had followed the Zhang family for decades, usually silent, until now, Zhang Jiamu realized that this old servant's face could still show such rich expressions.

  "It's Master Zhang back!" Old Zhang was both shocked and delighted, he didn't even bother with Zhang Jiamu, hastily turned his head around and shouted loudly towards the courtyard.

  "Hey, Zhang Fu, what's going on here!" Zhang Jiamu complained, feeling a little indescribable emotion in his heart. As he entered the courtyard, the small yard was already packed with people standing shoulder to shoulder.

  Old Zhang and his wife, mother, younger sister, this is their own family. Unexpectedly, there are also Uncle Xu Sheng's family of seven or eight people, standing together with the Zhang family, a large crowd of people standing densely together.

  Uncle was not a frequent visitor, he was also a lieutenant of the Brocade Guard, working on the east and west main streets of Zhengyang Gate, living a mediocre life. Because Zhang's family had a hard time, Uncle's family must have thought it would be better not to get involved, fearing they would be implicated, this time he had just been promoted to lieutenant, and this whole family came uninvited.

  "Good nephew, you're back." Xu Shengke didn't feel the slightest bit of embarrassment. After all, this kid's mother was his own sister, so even if he wasn't satisfied, what could he do about it!

  Zhang Jiamu had no choice, with just a few close relatives, he could only tolerate it.

  He smiled and held up the big and small bags in his hands, saying: "Uncle came at the right time, I just bought a lot of good things and was about to send some over to you, but it's even more convenient that you've come over."

  Of course this is also nonsense, but with this attitude it's fine.

  At this time, Mrs. Xue also put down her mind and looked at her son who had not seen for a month. Seeing Zhang Jiamu was dark and thin, she couldn't help but feel distressed.

  "Mother, I practice archery every day," Zhang Jiamu said with a smile, seeing the look on Xu Shi's face, "I want to win a place in the palace shooting willow competition, if I don't work hard and suffer a bit, how can I succeed?"

  The son has made a good name for himself, and naturally the mother is delighted. With this explanation, Mrs. Xue felt much better. She patted the dust off Zhang Jiamu's clothes and said with a smile: "Come inside and talk, I have something nice to show you!"

  "What's that?" Zhang Jiamu walked and talked to his sister Xiaohua, holding the snacks and hair oil he had just bought to tease her, but in his heart, he was puzzled, where did they have extra money at home to buy such strange things?

  As soon as I arrived at the main house, I understood everything at a glance.

  On the large offering table made of Huang Yang wood, a set of clothes was neatly arranged, including a silk hat, a flying fish robe, boots, a waist card, a luan ribbon, and finally, a delicate and beautiful embroidered spring knife.

  "Xu's wife smiled and said: 'Dàláng, this was sent by the hundred households of the Wei family. The person they sent praised you highly, saying that you handled things very efficiently and seriously. The hundred households' leader likes you a lot. Son, you must do your job well and not disappoint their trust.'"

  This is the complete attire of a Brocade Guard Lieutenant, from now on, he can take off his scarlet red robe and wear the flying fish garment, wear the embroidered spring knife, and become an official Brocade Guard Lieutenant!

  "Come on, put it on and let mom take a look!"

  Madam Xü was overjoyed, since the old master's passing, the pillar of the household had been this unmarried son before her eyes, and now that he had filled in the gap, half of her worries were gone.

  Zhang Jiamu knew his mother was delighted, so he had to play along. He changed into new clothes, and the Xu family, including his uncle, all smiled and watched with joy. The whole house was filled with a warm and festive atmosphere.

  "Ah," Xusheng seemed to have just remembered: "Dalan, the other day, Zhu Zhihui went to Zhengyang Gate and gathered people to talk, specifically mentioning you. Although he said that he was not very happy with the way you handled things, he praised you as a clever person and said that Zhengyang Gate is in chaos. He plans to make arrangements with the gate's master and transfer you there for work."

  Xu Sheng was overjoyed and said, "Zhu Zhihui is the commander of the Imperial Guard, and Yu Shaobao is a senior official. If you can get on his good side, it will be a hundred times more powerful than following Men Dabao!"

  Is Uncle's Zhu Ji, Commander of the Imperial Guard, also one of the big shots from another faction?

  It seems that the previous time, he followed Menda to stir up the situation in Zhengnanfang, and the backlash was not small! This little school lieutenant actually stirred up the wind and clouds of the capital, and all parties have already begun to pay attention to him!

  He smiled bitterly: "Uncle, I'm just a small school lieutenant, how can I curry favor? Besides, when the higher-ups give me an order to go somewhere, I'll go wherever they tell me to, what choice do I have?"

  Xu Sheng seemed to have gotten an answer, and with a haha laugh, he changed the subject and didn't continue talking about it.

  Zhang Jiamu secretly shook his head: The big shot behind Xu Sheng, seems to have poor eyesight... Choosing such a lousy speaker, isn't it twice the effort for half the result!

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