Lao Tzu is a toad

Chapter 273

Those who are extremely familiar with the internal affairs of the Zhao family are qualified to know that there are two foreign Bodhisattvas sitting in the Zhao family mansion, one mile and one outside, one martial arts and one literary. It's all blank, and even members of the direct line including Zhao Jiadi don't know his name yet.The person who visited Zhao's house today was the middle-aged man who was more unknown than the old man Huang, with withered fingers and an ordinary appearance. If even the old Buddha of the Zhao family hadn't been alarmed, he made an exception early and waited at the gate, and Shang Que's father, Shang He, who studied hard, rarely left the study and waited together under the jade lion in the town house. Only then did people figure out a hint of unusualness, otherwise no one would take a second look at the unattractive middle-aged man.

The man came by bus from Haining Town, Beidaihe. When he arrived at the ts industrial zone, he hailed a tricycle and rushed to Zhaojia Village or the place called Yinlong Village by the elders. He talked about the price of cabbage and the difficulty of life. The passengers connected with the two big lions. There are 30 to [-] people in the industrial area. It was Hebei who walked sideways and could not be provoked. The man paid the money and saw the big battle after getting off the car. He didn't show any grateful expression, nor did he pretend to be profound, but naturally accelerated his walking pace, came to Lafayette, and laughed. Aunt Dao, how are you?The old Buddha of the Zhao family smiled brightly, he was extraordinarily energetic, he nodded and smiled and said yes, well, safe, if you can visit my old lady more times, that would be even better, safe and safe, what a good name, you can be blessed just by saying it .The withered man smiled heartily, and shook hands with Shang He, who is also a student and a friend. Shang He usually keeps his emotions secret, but today he was excited. If it wasn't for his benefactor and mentor who pointed out the maze for him in front of him, he would go to the top of the mountain first As a guest at the house, we have to take him to the house to have a long talk about research and knowledge. Under the materialism, sitting and discussing with real refined scholars is the greatest joy in Shanghe's life. It's a pity that he retreated to build a car, and he can talk in this life , only one person in front of me.

The man walked slowly to the top of the mountain with Lafayette, and said with a smile that Auntie should move around more, this is the real health preservation.Lafayette, who is known for his stubbornness, nodded and readily accepted.Brother Zhao Yan hid beside his mother, Huang Fangfei, and didn't dare to peek. This little brat has always been very unfriendly to such extraterrestrial experts, half of which is the fear of the unknown, and the other half is a bit born with restraint, and his fate is opposite. On the contrary, Zhao Jiadi, who has been influenced by his grandfather Zhao Shanhu, has an innate advantage, but this advantage is selectively ignored by many people. Even if he pays attention occasionally, he never thinks deeply about it. , did not take this detail too seriously, and it is no wonder that people in the circle involved in the secret battle for successors turned a blind eye.After arriving at the house on the top of the mountain, the withered man who came to the Zhao family's house for the second time looked at the magnificent decoration and smiled. He obviously didn't approve of Zhao Taizu's taste. In fact, when the Zhao family built the house on the top of the mountain, the layout was decided by him According to the tone, after he made a decision, the master geomancy that Zhao Taizu hired later arranged the details.The jade lion at the gate, the two rows of ancient trees on the uphill road used to hide the wind and absorb the water, and the fish pond in the backyard, etc., are all written by him.

After sitting down, the man chatted with Lafayette on common topics, and there were no shocking remarks. Hong Lutai and Li Zhibao, the sons of the rich and powerful in the capital, were very interested at first. , Li Zhibao was the first to lose interest and went to the gym to continue exercising his muscles. Hong Lvtai was a little better, sitting quietly in the corner of the crowd, gentle and elegant, with the grace of a lady.Wang Banjin knew that his best friend was a staunch atheist, so he chose some hearsay anecdotes about middle-aged people to scare Hong Lvtai. The best friend who heard the extremely high IQ and hated Feng Shui frowned and cried. wry smile.

Huang Fangfei chatted a few words politely, and then went to take care of the private wine cellar. Before that, he dragged the bitter brother Zhao Yan to practice the piano. After the mother left, the pigeon dared not not play the piano, but played it mischievously. I played "Two Tigers", but I didn't enjoy myself enough, I ruined "The Internationale" again, and finally played "Exodus" impromptu.Zhang Xuchu, who was chewing on the pen holder to prepare his homework, couldn't stand it any longer. He rushed up with the book and smashed it twice. The two brats immediately started a round-war. It was probably the same routine. Brother Zhao Yan yelled, little Babai Hit, Brother Zhao Yan ran away, kept using Ultraman x Death Ray to combine with Super Saiyan or Sailor Moon transformed to represent the sun day you, Zhang Xuchu just beat people without saying a word, Brother Zhao Yan couldn't bear it, so he had to call for a truce , today was no exception, Wang Banjin and Hong Lutai, who were not in the living room to join in the fun, were speechless for a while.Wang Banjin disdainfully said, Ge Zi, you have a bit of backbone, okay, but fortunately, you are still your nephew in name.Brother Zhao Yan sat in front of the piano again and played and sang the "March of the Volunteers" from 78 to 82. After it was over, he said cheekily that Xiaobabai doesn't respect the old, but he loves the young.Wang Banjin didn't bother to pay attention to this little treasure, and told Zhao Yange to leave, and encouraged Hong Lutai, who had passed the tenth grade of piano, to go up and show off his charm. Played a Mozart concerto. As we all know, Mozart, as one of the greatest pianists and the most outstanding performer of classical music, has almost never written a piano solo that can be compared with his great works. As Mozart’s hardcore, Hong Lutai once had a debate with a Beethoven who was blushing over this.

The piano is placed in the corridor of the stairs. It is a Steinway Grand Piano specially purchased from a German collector with a lot of money and transported by air. It is well maintained and its sound range can reach an amazing 7 octaves. The preciousness of the piano can make Hong Lutai envious, so listening to Brother Zhao Yan playing, she silently recited "Surrender of Heaven and Things" a few times in her heart.The size of the piano is not small, which shows that the corridor covers a huge area.All the BMW [-] series in Zhao’s garage don’t cost much, and they are even nouveau riche in the eyes of some rich people. But if you take a look at this piano again, you will be stunned. It is undeniable that Zhao’s Huang Fangfei contributed a lot to the improvement of the overall taste.After Hong Lutai finished playing, Brother Zhao Yan was about to rush up to give him a warm hug, but was slapped away by Wang Banjin.Hong Lutai hurriedly fled from the place of right and wrong, she was really helpless to Brother Zhao Yan, a standard dude, who looked harmless to humans and animals, and looked like Jia Baoyu who would instantly kill young girls in the future, but Brother Jia liked to eat women's rouge, this The guy likes to profit directly, and Hong Lutai likes Zhao Jiadi, who is relatively unsociable, in this regard.

In the living room on the first floor, there are only four middle-aged men, Lafayette, Shang He, and Zhao Jiadi.One is the withered and yellow national scholar who hides his secrets and only asks for the word "safety" in his name, the other is the Lafayette who frightens little ghosts from all directions, the other is an old-fashioned man who devoted his whole life to the book "Hou Shen", and the rest are young People have their own mentality.No one showed his sharpness, no one performed deliberately, no one bowed his knees, no one flattered others, and the atmosphere was naturally peaceful and harmonious.During the chat, a man from Ping An said that he would be disturbed for two or three days, but Lafayette said that it was too hasty, and that it would be better to spend a lively Spring Festival together by staying for a few more days.Shang He also agreed, he had too many questions and wanted to ask this strange man for advice.The youngest Zhao Jiadi naturally had to serve tea and water, but he didn't dare to talk nonsense, but he really hoped that the master could stay for a while, at least it was too long since he played unreasonable chess to make the master roll his eyes.

After chatting, the man took Zhao Jiadi to Mr. Huang Fengtu's small courtyard. He asked the old man for a pot of tea. Shang He, Zhao Jiadi and Zhang Xuchu were all drunk. The man, Zhao Jiadi, was talking with his teacher and his apprentice. Before the middle-aged man could say anything, Mr. Huang laughed and said, "You guys came here empty-handed, you can't drink a pot of tea for nothing."Zhao Jiadi was not afraid of losing face, so he asked Xiao Babai to move the chessboard and chess box.The little guy quickly ran to the study room, where Hong Lutai was reading an excerpt from Zhao Jiadi's book, saw Zhang Xuchu fiddle with chess pieces from the cabinet, and asked curiously who wanted to play chess?Xiao Babai said that Uncle Ba Er and his master.Hong Lutai smiled and said that I would help you get the chessboard.So Xiao Babai brought a tow bottle into the yard.

Zhao Jiadi, a dry and yellow national scholar, one master and one apprentice, sat in a game.

They all have exactly the same backs and sit upright.

Both of them didn't have too many startling and innovative ideas at the beginning, because they knew the basics and made a hasty layout. They both seemed to want to quickly enter the middle game and start a real wrestling.

The winter sun shone on everyone, making them feel warm.

Beginner Zhang Xuchu looked at Ba Ershu, and then at Ba Ershu's master. The uncle who had played a game of chess with him in the small town hut had eyes of admiration, but he admired Ba Ershu more.

Shanghe's go skills are good, and he concentrates his attention.Mr. Huang is a rough martial artist, and he is a layman about it, but he squints his eyes and sees it happily.Hong Lutai stood quietly on the side of Zhao Jiadi, and subconsciously glanced at the quiet young man, a little surprised.If the usual Zhao Jiadi is not brilliant or outstanding, then there is no doubt that he is very different sitting in front of the chessboard, not that his appearance has changed, but his temperament will completely change.Finally, Hong Lutai, who had more opportunities to observe, stared unscrupulously. She found that this young man in his early 20s had a rare calm aura. In short, he was not impetuous. In the next chess game, a leaf knows autumn.

Hong Lutai laughed secretly.

Because this guy is so interesting. After the serious start of the black man, he is not the current flood of Chinese style. He only started in his [-]s, and he started to be irresponsible. To be precise, he is "playing hooligans". The unreasonable moves, and fighting on two fronts, every move has to be compared with the opponent's stance.The white chess is relatively calm, not harsh, not sharp, the pawns come to cover the water and the earth, the situation is not yet clear, Zhao Jiadi's black seems to be as fierce as a tiger, but there are not many grounds, and the white chess is not without great results , especially the lower right corner is curled up, barely able to make use of two eyes, it is very likely that it will be searched clean under the slant of black chess, but after all, it has an upper hand in the upper left corner.

Shang He watched the chess with relish, but remained silent.

Mr. Huang drank his tea and squinted his eyes. He was not looking at the chessboard more, but Zhao Jiadi, who was playing chess with a domineering demeanor but remained as still as a mountain.

Hong Lutai was looking forward to it from the bottom of her heart, because she gradually realized the taste.I restrained my initial casualness, and dared not regard it as just watching a little fun that was neither salty nor dull.

(End of this chapter)