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Chapter 480 The last sumptuous meal in Brother Yu’s childhood

Zhang Shangshu took a deep look at the small dagger stuck upside down on the stool, and finally just sighed deeply. He avoided Abao's pitiful eyes and went to lecture on his own.

Lin Zhiqing followed Zhao Xuan and sat in the back. At first, Lin Zhiqing was a little skeptical because he felt that Zhang Shangshu was teaching the children, and he was just like the older children. But when Zhang Shangshu asked them to put down their books and follow them out, he Finally realized something was wrong.

Zhang Shangshu is obviously not a sit-down master. He will take the children through the streets and alleys and tell them through real visits what the hardships of the common people are and what it means to know that the person who knows the leakage of the house is under the roof. Those who know the government and lose it are in the fields...

Even Abao, after following along for a few days, had a deeper understanding of some poems.Lin Zhiqing witnessed all this and couldn't help but admire him... So, can you still learn like this?
On this day, when the Zhao family was eating, A Bao stared at it for a long time with a grain of rice in his hand.

"What are you looking at? Don't you want to eat?" Zhao Heng glanced at Abao and asked.

Abao shook his little head and suddenly said: "It's all hard work!"

"Oh, A Bao is a bit awesome today, it's really impressive." The old medicine king laughed at the side.

Abao chuckled and then started to work hard.

"Tsk tsk, didn't the young master never eat these vegetable pancakes before? Why did he eat one today?" After talking about Abao, the old medicine king began to be angry at Lin Zhiqing again.

Lin Zhiqing raised his eyes awkwardly, and even picked up a piece of pickles that he had never touched before: "Grandpa Yao, you should be impressed by me. I fried the pancakes that day too."

Hearing this, Abao made a gesture of gouging her eyes. However, the next second, her hand was knocked by Zhao Heng with a chopstick.

"Are you going to the Zhang Mansion this afternoon?" Mrs. Song asked the children just after hearing what Abao was saying to Zhao Xuan.

Abao nodded and said happily: "Grandpa took us to sell charcoal this afternoon!"

"Go ahead, I didn't expect Old Zhangtou to have two brushes." Old Yao Wang said in a sour tone.

"Listen here, Abao, your grandfather's words are so sour." Mrs. Song joked.

Abao couldn't understand what grandma said, so she moved her little nose close to the old medicine king and sniffed hard, but she never smelled the sour smell.

Fatty frowned and said with a puzzled look on his face: "No, it doesn't taste sour."

Everyone at the table couldn't help laughing.

……

On the twentieth day of the twelfth lunar month, Lin Zhiqing was leaving the Zhao family. He was going back to Prime Minister Lin's Mansion. When the housekeeper came to pick him up, Lin Zhiqing looked reluctant: "Butler, tell grandpa that I will go back in the new year. Bar."

The housekeeper looked embarrassed: "Young Master, I said you must go back today because there is something important."

Lin Zhiqing was helpless. Over the past few days, he had already developed nostalgia for Zhao Mansion and Xinghua Street. The life here was so comfortable that he felt like he had been baptized from the inside out.

"Grandpa Butler, my father said that you should come back to pick him up later when Brother Yu comes home after lunch!" Abao ran out from behind. She stretched out her hand and grabbed Lin Zhiqing's clothes and said to him. said the housekeeper of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The housekeeper looked towards the flower hall ahead and saw a tall figure standing there, wasn't it Zhao Heng or someone else?

Lin Zhiqing's eyes lit up: "Yes, yes, we'll leave after lunch."

With that said, he took Abao and ran towards the small flower hall.

In the flower hall,
Lin Zhiqing found that today's lunch seemed much grander than usual.

The old Yao Wang walked out quickly and saw Lin Zhiqing standing there blankly. He cheered and said, "Come on, Lin family boy, in order to say goodbye to you, I will cook the food myself."

Lin Zhiqing rarely felt such warmth in the Prime Minister's Mansion. He stayed there for a moment, not knowing how to express it.Abao had quickly climbed onto her high chair. She looked around and asked the old medicine king: "Grandpa, are there any of my favorite meatballs? Are there any lotus root slices?"

"Of course, my grandma made it herself." The person who answered A Bao's words was Da Xi who came from outside with small balls in his hand. Behind Da Xi were Dabao and Kangkang.

Da Ya and Er Ya brought a bowl of noodles. From a distance, Lin Zhiqing could smell the noodles. They must have bought them from Li Zhuang's stall.

"Brother Yu, when you come back, we will go to the Prime Minister's Mansion to play with you. Grandpa Yao said that your grandpa said he would take you on a long trip." Liang Kang patted Lin Zhiqing's arm.

Only then did Lin Zhiqing remember that his grandfather had indeed said that he seemed to be going back to his hometown this year.

A lot of people gathered around the table. Mrs. Song handed Lin Zhiqing a small purse: "Zhiqing, you are a good boy. This purse contains some better vegetable seeds. If you go back to your hometown, you can give it as a gift." relatives."

Lin Zhiqing nodded.

"Okay, it's time to eat!" Abao shouted, her saliva almost coming out.

So, a lot of people started eating noisily.Because there were a group of children there, everyone enjoyed the meal very happily.

Even when Lin Zhiqing left the Zhao Mansion, the corners of his mouth were still curled up.

"Brother Yu, when you come back from your hometown, we will go and play with you!" Abao stepped on the threshold of Zhao Mansion and shouted towards Lin Zhiqing.

Lin Zhiqing nodded heavily.

When the housekeeper pulled the carriage to the intersection of Xinghua Street, he was suddenly stopped by Li Zhuang.

"Master Lin, this is the pickled garlic made by my wife. If you don't mind, take it back and eat it." Li Zhuang had nothing to give, so he gave him a jar of pickled garlic.

Normally, Lin Zhiqing wouldn't even look at it, but today, he hugged him gratefully and thanked Li Zhuang.

The housekeeper looked at this scene, pulled the carriage, and walked forward resolutely.

At this time, Lin Zhiqing had no idea what kind of violent storm was about to greet him.

……

On the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, a small year, there was a heavy snowfall in the capital.

It was also on this day that Prime Minister Lin's mansion, which had stood in the capital for 20 years, was raided and charged with selling his official position.In view of the fact that Prime Minister Lin dedicated all his income for decades to the emperor, Lin Zhiqing's parents were sentenced to death. Lin Zhiqing and Prime Minister Lin were exempted from the death penalty, and the grandfather and grandson were exiled to the northwest.

Zhao Fu,

"I heard that it was Prime Minister Lin who took the initiative to surrender to the court, and I heard that the amount of silver he donated was huge, and even made up for the shortfall in the national treasury, so he was exempted from the death penalty." Zhao Heng, the old medicine king, asked.

Zhao Heng nodded: "When he sent the child here, he must have had this idea, fearing that he would be conceited and cowardly and would not be able to survive in the future." So he sent the child to the Zhao Mansion to let the child learn some skills that can endure hardship.

Abao leaned against Song's legs. She couldn't quite understand. She only knew that Brother Yu was going to live in a very poor village, just like their family before.

Fat Claw took out the golden beans in his big pocket and pushed them in front of Zhao Heng.

"Dad, give it to Brother Yu."

(End of this chapter)