Chapter 69: Furious Rage

  At this time, Zhao Shi was too lazy to talk nonsense with the servant, and directly said: "Zhang Shiwu is my cousin, this is my sister, is my mother not in Zhang's house? I want to take her back."

  That fatty listened and was stunned for a moment, then looked up and down Zhao Shi again, and immediately straightened his body. The Zhang family had many relatives, and every day there were several families of relatives who came to the door, but how come they hadn't seen anyone from the Zhao family before? Now they all came at once? But with an unchanged smile, he said: "Oh, so it's Young Master Zhao back, please come in quickly, however..." He looked at the group of people behind Zhao Shi and his face showed difficulty saying: "However, Young Master Zhao, are these all your... servants? It's just that there are too many people, you know, all the old masters and young masters like it quiet, so many people coming in, I'm afraid..."

  Zhao Shi didn't wait for him to finish speaking and turned around to face the crowd, saying: "You all wait outside, I'll go in alone."

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  Du Shantiger's eyes rolled around, and he seemed to have noticed that Zhao Shi's expression was a bit off. He immediately said in a seemingly nonchalant tone: "That won't do, heh heh, General Zhao's residence really has become quite formal. In the past when we entered the general's mansion, it wasn't this troublesome. Alright, I'll bring two people with me to go in with you, four people shouldn't be too many... Fox, keep an eye on things outside and don't cause any trouble for General Zhao."

  That fatty's face changed, his waist involuntarily arched a bit more, and his heart churned with emotions. Isn't this Young Master just a country bumpkin? When did he become a traveling marshal? Was it the Third Young Master who got him an official position?

  However, as long as he was an official, it wasn't someone he could afford to offend. Thinking about this, the fat on his face quivered, and immediately, like a blooming flower, he respectfully let Zhao Shi in and led him straight to the side hall.

  Zhao Shi followed behind, his eyes scanning the courtyards and buildings here, but with a strange feeling in his heart. Modern things are naturally more advanced than this place, but most of them have been imported from the West, gradually losing their Chinese characteristics. The remaining ancient relics can't even support the entire nation's cultural heritage at this point in time. Although high-rise buildings are nowhere to be seen, scenes that embody a strong classical Chinese atmosphere still move people's hearts - blue bricks and green tiles, willows swaying gently. Amidst simplicity and solidity, there is no lack of elegance, and in Zhao Shi's eyes, it seems as if every place exudes a unique charm.

  Passing through the gate, they had already arrived at the inner courtyard of the Zhang residence. The inner courtyard was not a place where just anyone could enter. After the fat manager spoke to the gatekeeper, he led Zhao Shi and the others further inside. The inner courtyard was also where the Zhang family's relatives and wives lived. Along the way, they would occasionally see women walking in twos or threes, who would glance at this group of people with a mixture of curiosity and wariness, but all maintained their composure and kept their distance.

  Du Shantiger looked around, his eyes scanning the women's bodies, and in his heart, he was muttering to himself. After a few days, he had to go pick up Xiaozi and his mother, as there were rules governing them in the army. Now that the official was gone, he really couldn't bear being alone by himself.

  Without mentioning his little thoughts, the fatty was chatting with Zhao Shi while they walked. Before long, they arrived at a small courtyard gate, which was open. The courtyard wasn't very big inside, and several people walked straight in...

  This should be a quiet place, but there were five or six people standing in the yard, with some boxes and odds and ends wrapped in red cloth, looking very festive. The servants were whispering to each other, occasionally bursting into laughter. At this moment, they saw the manager of the front yard leading four people rushing in, their faces full of surprise.

  The fat manager understood the situation as soon as he saw these people, and immediately whispered "oh no" to himself, blaming his own rashness for not calling someone to notify them first. Liu, the deputy manager, was also at fault for coming at this time. He glanced secretly at the silent young man beside him, thinking to himself that this matter was a mess and he couldn't let it be pinned on his own head. Moreover, with Liu's arrogance due to the old master's absence, and being from the third house, he had found some discomfort for himself. Now that the son of the family has returned as an official, he wondered how he would handle this situation. So, he lowered his eyebrows and led the people towards the door.

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  The yard is not big, and the house is naturally much smaller. However, when standing in the yard, the voices of people talking inside the house can be heard. It's a man speaking, his voice somewhat shrill. "Aunt Zhao, our second young master has taken a liking to your family's daughter. It's a fortune that your family has accumulated over several generations. As long as she enters the Zhang family's gate, you won't have to worry about food and clothing, not to mention the monthly silver allowance that will be sent down, enough for your whole family to live well from now on. Isn't it better than living in that broken village of yours?"

  Although it's just a small thing, being small also has its own advantages... The other day you drove the matchmaker out of the yard, our young master was already very angry. This time I've brought all the betrothal gifts with me. Our young master said he's made up his mind to marry your family's daughter and bring her back home. You should understand the situation clearly and not be ungrateful. Your family lives in the Zhang's house, eats food provided by the Zhangs, wears clothes given by the Zhangs...

  Zhao Shi heard these words, his eyebrows were already standing up, he put down the little sister in his arms, and with one swift motion, he pulled out the slow-walking fat manager who was walking in front of him, and kicked him at the door.

  The door was originally ajar, and with a loud creak, Zhao Shi kicked it open. He stepped inside and scanned the room, spotting his mother sitting at a table, her face stern as she listened to a man in his thirties or forties, of medium build, with an arrogant expression, speaking nonsense.

  The two of them were startled by the loud noise at the door, and Zhao Shi's mother immediately stood up to look in that direction. A figure she was all too familiar with was standing there, and for a moment she wondered if she was dreaming. She called out just once: "Shi Tou..." before her voice caught in her throat, her eyes reddening as tears blurred her vision.

  But Zhao Shi didn't care about these things, his heart was suffocating with anger like a volcanic eruption that couldn't be stopped, and his eyes even showed bloodshot. He rarely had such an abnormal time, just because the memories of his childhood in his previous life were too deep. Although this was no longer his own birth mother, he believed in his bones that no one could bully his family members in front of him, it was the same in his past life and this life.

  A few steps and he had walked around the table, but that guy still didn't understand the current situation. Just as he stood up and was about to speak, a fist with a whistling sound appeared in front of his eyes from small to large, followed by a sudden blackout, and the pain like a tidal wave made him scream instantly.

  Looking at the guy rolling on the ground, Zhao Shi tightly grasped the hilt of his waist knife. The horizontal knife had been drawn out halfway before being suddenly pressed back in, and then he grabbed the opponent's collar with one hand, pulling him up and down seventeen or eighteen times. When he stopped, the face of the guy under him was swollen by more than three circles, his cheeks were pink through white, red with purple, and purple with black, truly a colorful sight.

  At this time, Shi Tou Niang finally came to her senses and shouted. She grabbed Zhao Shi who was still trying to take action, "Shi Tou what are you doing? Quickly stop for me..."

  After she pulled him, Zhao Shi didn't make another move. When he stood up, however, he still felt somewhat unavenged. He kicked the guy who was already dizzy and disoriented right in the face, sending the struggling opponent tumbling back to the ground.

  A loud crack, the man let out a miserable cry. The sound was so shrill that it made people want to cover their ears. Looking at his face again, it had become completely flat. Originally high nose was now crooked to one side, and with the medical skills of this era, even if he recovered, for the rest of his life, he wouldn't be able to breathe through his nose again.

  This man suffered such a severe injury, his eyes rolled back, and he immediately fainted.

  The curtain of the inner house was lifted, and a 15- or 16-year-old girl with red eyes and a panicked face came out. It was Zhao Shi's sister, Zhao Qidi. Seeing someone lying on the ground with a bloody face, she immediately let out a sharp cry...

  At this time, the people in the yard had already known that something was wrong. The servants immediately wanted to rush into the house to rescue people, and Du Shantiger was also confused by this situation. Since he met this young man, he really hadn't seen him lose control of his emotions. Zhao Shi gave him the impression of being calm and quiet, with a hint of fear that made it impossible for anyone to know what he was thinking in his heart. The young man in front of him now seemed crazy, and it was hard to associate him with the previous one.

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  But afterwards, Du Shantiger was overjoyed in his heart. As a soldier who eats military rations, not only can't you show mercy when killing people, but this temper also has to be explosive. If not, others will look down on you and wait for you to suffer. It seems that coming to Zhaojia Village this time is indeed the right move.

  He turned around and casually picked up Zhao Cuihua, pulling her behind him. With a swift motion, he pushed away an oncoming guy and drew out the horizontal knife from his waist, pointing it at several people as he sneered: "What are you doing? All of you stay there and don't move, or I might lose my temper and take your dog lives."

  The two men beside him also drew their swords and swung them in front of them, their eyes gleaming with mischief as they glanced towards the house, clearly a pair of troublemakers who revelled in chaos.

  These family guards had never seen such a scene, only to see the flashing knife light in front of them, and their bodies suddenly stiffened. One of them let out a shout, which startled Du Shantiger, thinking that the people in this place were really fierce, and dared to rush up in such a situation?

  But what made him bitterly smile was that the person who shouted turned around and rushed out of the yard, and at the gate of the yard, he also ruthlessly knocked his teeth, I don't know how many teeth were knocked off, got up and didn't dare to look back, ran far away.

  Others reacted a bit slower, but their escape speed was not much different from that person's. They rushed out of the yard in disarray, fearing that if they were slower than others by even a fraction of a second, the knife behind them would catch up to themselves.

  Du Shantiger and the other two exchanged a glance, bullying such people didn't show their faces, but they felt extremely pleased in their hearts. Looking at the courtyard, only one stupid fat man was left, his body shaking like a sieve, and they couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  But then a voice came from the house, obviously Zhao Shi's anger in his heart had not diminished in the slightest because of the severe beating of an unlucky guy, but instead had strengthened, and the voice was full of violent rage, like a wounded beast roaring, "Laugh your ass off, Du Shantiger come in and throw this son of a bitch out for me, which son of a bitch dares to laugh half a sound and let me hear it, I'll skin him alive."

  Du Shan's heart skipped a beat, Zhao Shi had never ordered him around like he did his subordinates, even when it came to those soldiers who came from the Xianfeng Army. He was always gentle and courteous, never harsh or severe in his words. He worried that the young man wasn't used to his own status, and if he didn't have the air of authority on the battlefield, how could his subordinates possibly obey him wholeheartedly? Such accomplishments would ultimately be limited.

  Now Zhao Shi really treats him as a handyman, in his heart except for a few twists and turns, more is still relieved, but now it's not the time to show a smile, this young team leader seems to be really angry, don't make yourself uncomfortable on this bone.

  At this thought, he immediately stiffened his face and ignored the two somewhat stunned subordinates. He went straight into the house, picked up that unlucky guy from the ground, didn't look at anyone, came out of the house to the gate, and with a flick of his hand, threw him out. Then he turned around and called out the two subordinates, standing like three door gods guarding the entrance.