"Fourth uncle."

"Mother said it's time for us to be enlightened and is going to enroll us in a Chinese language class."

"But I don't like studying literature. I want to sign up for a martial arts class. When I grow up, I can ride a big horse, hold a big sword, and become a general respected by thousands of people like my second uncle. Can you please advise my mother?"

Zhang Heng walked in front.

Two little guys, one on the left and one on the right.

As he walked, Zhu Chao looked at him eagerly, because he knew very well that his fourth uncle had great abilities, and as long as his fourth uncle spoke, his mother would not object.

"Learn martial arts!"

Zhang Heng looked back.

Compared with studying literature, I hold the back of a book and shake my head every day, memorizing by rote.

Obviously riding a hip knife, hahahaha, is more popular among children, not for anything else but for fun.

Just study literature or martial arts.

Don't base it on your child's preferences. He is still young and not sensible.

But adults have to understand.

"Literature talks about understanding."

"Wu Zhonggengu."

Zhang Heng thought for a while: "Like my second uncle, you two have no talent for martial arts. In terms of development, the only way to develop is to study literature, become a scholar, pass the examination, get a Jinshi, enter the Imperial Academy, and become a great Confucian."

Finished.

Zhang Heng asked Zhu Chao again: "Do you want to study literature, be named on the gold medal, and become a high official in the future, or do you want to be a third-rate warrior, lead horses and carts, and be a pawn when you grow up?"

"Waiter?"

Zhu Chao was stunned.

Other people's children may not know what a tripper is.

But he knows.

His family owns a restaurant, and now, more than half of the dozen or so restaurants in the town are owned by his family.

He has seen those thieves before.

Wearing rags and holding a knife, the employer invited the people from the escort agency to dinner. Even the waiters couldn't serve the table. The person who served the table was not the head escort, but at least an escort.

When I think about myself, I will become a dirty and poor tramp.

Zhu Chao retreated a bit.

"Temple Blessing Master..."

While talking.

On the other hand, walk towards Beihou Mansion.

Go to the door.

Standing outside were eight tall and powerful bull demon guards with horns on their heads.

Seeing Zhang Heng coming back, the captain Niu Yao, who was headed by him, smiled happily, nodded and leaned forward: "Master Zhu Zhu, I want to discuss something with you. Do you think I can ask for leave and go home?"

"go home?"

Zhang Heng was a little surprised.

"There are two younger brothers at home." Captain Niu Yao said with a simple and honest face: "I am thinking of going back and bringing them with me so that we can work for the temple Zhu Ye together."

heard this statement.

A smile appeared on Zhang Heng's face, and he said happily: "You are so awesome, you have such a sweet mouth."

These bull demons guarding the Hou Mansion all come from the Barbarian Bull tribe in the Hushan area.

On weekdays, he works in the Hou Mansion.

Take care of food and housing, and receive a monthly salary.

At the end of the month, there was a big demon to give guidance on their practice, and all kinds of benefits were good.

"Seeing that you are so sensible, I will give you three days off."

Zhang Heng thought for a moment and then added: "In addition, tell the accountant that it was me who said it, and ask the accountant to give you five pieces of cotton cloth and two hundred taels of silver. Take the cloth back and make two pieces for your nephew in the clan.

Just give me some clothes and some silver, and exchange them for some wine and meat in a nearby village, and let the people of the tribe see that you are not wronged by following me."

Barbarian tribe.

It is a large ethnic group in the Hushan area, with more than 3,000 bull demons.

However, although there are many people, they are honest and responsible, and their lives are relatively simple.

On weekdays.

Whenever farming is busy, these bull demons will go down the mountain to help people plow their fields, earn some money, and subsidize their families.

Some people who are fond of drinking and don't have any money left on hand will write down their accounts and go back to the cargo depot to pick up large packages and do hard work. They have never missed the accounts and are not evil people.

Zhang Heng felt the simplicity of these bull demons.

I selected more than a hundred people as guards, who stood guard every day and kept vigil at night. They stood at the door with their heads and horns hanging, which looked more impressive.

"Fourth Uncle"

Come in through the door.

Zhu Mu looked puzzled: "These gatekeeper bull demons are each about two feet tall, and they look powerful, but why are they so afraid of you?"

From the little guy's point of view, Zhang Heng could not even reach his chest when standing in front of these bull demons.

A pair of arms, even thicker than an ordinary person's waist, the contrast is too great.

"The dog at home bites people when it sees people, why doesn't it bite you?"

"You raise it."

Although Zhang Heng has never shown his cultivation in front of these bull demons.

Whether it's a cute person or a monster.

They all have a hierarchical concept.

Once the relationship between superior and inferior is distinguished, it is command and obedience.

otherwise.

How could Director Guo, who was 1.45 meters tall, invade a strong man who was 1.8 meters tall?

He's just a little bean, he can be beaten to death if caught.

But they have this ability, they are all big men, and they don’t want anyone under 1.8 meters tall, and they like to be strong.

"Temple Blessing Lord."

Walked all the way.

The gardeners, maids, and mothers-in-law in the Hou Mansion saluted Zhang Heng one after another.

Some of them are demons.

But because Zhang Heng is a human being, a multi-purpose human being like a maid, and of course a cook, a toad came here earlier and said he wanted to apply for a job as a chef.

Before even entering the door, a group of bull demons beat him out with sticks. Because he was so ugly, he vomited three of them on the spot, and five more didn't want to eat for three days.

"Where's Mengmeng?"

Zhang Heng came to the dormitory, but did not see Hu Mengmeng.

"If I go back to the temple to wish my master good wishes, the little tiger will go to the back garden to swat the butterflies."

A maid answered from the side.

Zhang Heng looked helpless.

Ten years is a long time for humans.

But it is very short-lived for the mythical beast.

It takes a tiger cub about a thousand years to reach adulthood. To her, ten years is only equivalent to three months for a human.

So what was Meng Meng like ten years ago?

It's still like that now.

He has grown a bit, but not significantly. Calculated in human years, he still looks like eight or nine years old.

"Aunt, little aunt..."

In the garden.

Birds singing and flowers fragrant.
To be continued...