Zhang Ruofeng was in a mess. No matter which family he was in, it was an extremely important power. According to the rules of the clan, the head of the family should be controlled by the head of the family. However, the eldest brother has been an official in the capital, so he handed over the financial power to him for management. This management has been in the past ten years. Now he is suddenly asked to hand over it. It is one thing that cannot be accepted. What Zhang Ruofeng is even more worried about is what if that matter is revealed?

But the fact that the rule of the clan is not in charge of the clan power was invalid fifteen years ago. What should we do?

"Brother, Shibalang is going to complete his studies, and he probably doesn't have time."

Zhang Ruohao waved his hand and smiled, "It's not that he wants to do the accounting. He only approves the income and expenditure, and it's not a big deal. Besides, he will take the imperial examination next spring and enter the official career if he passes the exam. I just want him to practice for a few months, but he has no other intentions. The third brother doesn't have to be too careful."

But even if it is tempered, it will take half a year. How can that account be hidden? Seeing that the elder brother was about to decide on this matter, Zhang Ruofeng blurted out in a hurry, "Brother, he is a illegitimate son, and he is the illegitimate son brought back by the sixth brother from outside. How can he take charge of the clan power? Did the elder brother forget about Zhang Potian?"

He shut his mouth suddenly, and he knew he had lost his words.

At this time, Zhang Ruohao walked slowly to the window with his hands behind his back. It was only ten years since the incident, but the white clouds seemed to have passed a thousand years. He looked at the sky silently, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

What Zhang Ruofeng said was the worst crisis of the Zhang family in more than a hundred years, and it was this incident that prevented Zhang Ruohao from becoming the right prime minister.

Fifteen years ago, the Uighurs drank horses in the Central Plains, and major families recruited Yi soldiers to expel the tars. The Zhang family also produced a general who had never met in a century, a concubine of a side house. Zhang Potian. Just when Taiyuan fell and the Zhang family was facing a disaster, it was he who recruited the rebel army in Changshan County, used a strange plan to defeat the Uighur cavalry, won three battles and three victories, and restored Taiyuan. The Zhang family also controlled 80,000 Hedong Army, which was enough to compete with the major families. After the war, the seven major families made an appointment and took turns to serve as ministers, each with the power of the court for five years.

Ten years ago, it was Zhang Ruohao's turn to be prime minister, but Cui Yuan, the head of the Cui family, successfully provoked internal conflicts among the Zhang family. The Zhang family's direct descendants unanimously forced Zhang Potian to hand over military power. Zhang Potian was furious and betrayed the Zhang family and took away 80,000 Hedong Army. He started his own ancestral dynasty, and was recognized by Cui as authentic Zhang's family and adopted him as the right prime minister. However, less than half a year, his military power was taken away by Cui's family, and the right prime minister was replaced by Cui Yuan.

The Zhang family in Hedong was also seriously injured, leaving only a shell, and had no strength to compete with other aristocratic families. This incident has always been a great hatred in the Zhang family and no one is allowed to mention it. In addition, it happened extremely secretly at that time, so no one knew the truth of this incident except for the six brothers of Zhang Ruohao.

Today, Zhang Ruofeng suddenly mentioned this matter in a hurry, just to say that the concubine's son was not available. Zhang Ruohao was silent for a long time. He suddenly sighed softly and said slowly: "We have been wrong once, we can't make mistakes again for the second time. I can't tell you some things, and you don't have to know. The matter of Shibalang is settled like this!"

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The September sunshine is like the love of a forty-year-old man, warm but lacks heat. Under its illumination, passers-by become a little lazy and the pace of rushing is much slower.

Zhang Huan came out of the main entrance of Zhang Mansion, strided across a crescent wooden bridge, and then walked forward two miles to Nanshi City in Taiyuan Mansion, and Linzhi Hall was on the edge of Nanshi City.

Taiyuan was the place where the Tang Empire rose, so it was named Beidu. It is also the political and economic center of Hedong, with dense population and developed commerce. The layout of Taiyuan City is chessboard, with forty yards distributed, and three streets in the east, west, south and north as main roads, connecting the entire city.

There are high walls on both sides of the street, which separate the yards. All commercial activities are distributed in each yard. In order to facilitate tax collection and management, the purchase and sale of goods must be carried out in a special city and no land must be occupied at will. Each yard has markets, which is equivalent to the markets of later generations. There are also grass markets in each township. However, for commodity trading, there are also special Beishi and Nanshi. The yard sells luxury goods such as silk, satin, jewelry and jade, while the yard sells daily necessities such as grain, rice, and groceries. The business is much higher than that of Beishi.

The reason why the Zhang clan mansion is adjacent to Nanshi is that the entire Nanshi belongs to their Zhang family, and the shop is also built by the Zhang family. The annual rent income is more than 100,000 yuan. This is the largest source of wealth for the Zhang family except for the manor land rent.

After the war subsided, the imperial court formulated a series of incentive measures in order to breed the population and expand its financial resources. One of them was to relax restrictions on merchants, such as abolishing business registration, allowing merchants to wear clothes like civilians, allowing merchants to ride horses, etc.

Walking through the bustling cloth trading area, in front of medicinal materials shops is a concentration area of ​​medicinal materials. There are more than a dozen medicinal materials in the street, which operates various medicinal materials. According to convention, each pharmacy has several doctors sitting in the hall. The most interesting thing is that at the end of the street is a coffin shop, which sells paper shrouds, and one-stop service for birth, old age, sickness and death. This street is complete.

Linzhi Hall is located at the edge of the coffin shop next door. Although the feng shui is not good, its business is the most prosperous. It is still a hundred steps away from Linzhi Hall, but the patients who are queuing up have reached the corner of the street. Some patients are supported by their families, while some are lying on stretchers with thick quilts covering their bodies, all of which are very painful and haggard.

But the only smile was the shopkeeper of the coffin shop. He walked around among the people in the queue, touching this forehead from time to time, looking at the tongue coating, which looked like a famous doctor, but the words he said were so angry that he said, "You are helpless. Our store provides various coffins, and ten years of store celebrations, and will be discounted for 20% off."

Zhang Huan walked past, knocked him casually, and smiled and said, "Shopkeeper Yan is hurting others again. Be careful, I tell the master to go and tear down your old bones."

Manager Yan, who looked like a black-faced evil spirit, turned his head and saw that it was Zhang Huan. He hurriedly bowed his hand and said with a bitter face: "Master Lin always makes his business in a bleak manner, and he has no choice but to ask Shibalang to show mercy."

Zhang Huan patted him on the shoulder and smiled, "Just kidding you, my master won't care about this little thing."

"That's it! That's it! Master Lin was so busy that he didn't even have time to go to the toilet, so he didn't care about my little things." Manager Yan laughed dryly. He suddenly remembered something again, and winked at him with his ears and said, "Pingping seems to be in trouble again. Just go and have a look at it at the back door!"

After saying that, he lifted another patient's quilt, suddenly covered his nose, and hesitated: "This store also provides a large amount of quicklime, which costs three cents and four kilograms, which is the cheapest in the city......"

When Zhang Huan heard that Lin Pingping was in trouble again, she couldn't help but smiled bitterly, then turned around and walked through the alley next to the pharmacy and walked towards the back door of Linzhitang. It was close to the Nanshi City wall. Under the city wall was an open space, with several century-old willows planted. From a distance, Zhang Huan saw Lin Pingping squatting under a willow tree, with her fingers drawing circles on the ground. It was rare that she was so quiet. This was usually her behavior after she made a mistake.

"Ping Ping, have you got into trouble again?"

Zhang Huan squatted down with a smile. Seeing her drawing three circles on the ground, separating the three ants in the circle, preventing them from going out, he smiled and said, "Are you worried about the incident yesterday?"

Lin Pingping raised his head, his eyes were confused, "What happened yesterday?"

Zhang Huan couldn't help but feel angry and funny. She was afraid that she would be scolded by her father, so she rushed to the head of the family to plead with her in the morning. She was so happy that she had forgotten it completely.

"It's just that the Zhang family wants to take back Linzhitang."

Lin Pingping was stunned and suddenly jumped up with a 'ah!', "It's bad! It's bad! I forgot to tell my father." After that, she didn't care about Zhang Huan, got up and was about to leave in a panic. Zhang Huan grabbed her and said with a smile: "No need, I've solved it for you, and the Zhang family will not drive Linzhitang away."

"Solved? That's good!" Lin Pingping breathed a long sigh, then threw the matter behind his head, glanced at him again, and asked in surprise: "Why are you here today?"

Zhang Huan was angry, "Didn't you run to the academy to tell me that the master has something to come to me?"

"Oh!" Lin Pingping blushed and hurriedly explained to his forgetfulness: "I'm upset, so I forgot all these things."

"Tell me! Do you have any troubles that need Zhang Shiba to help you solve?"

Lin Pingping glanced at him and stuttered: "Then, do you have five stagnant money?"

"Five stakes of money?" Zhang Huan spread his hands and smiled: "I only have two stakes of money a month, and it's only enough to eat, so how can I get more?"

"It's useless to tell you." Lin Pingping squatted down again in a depressed mood and caught the three running ants back.

"Forget it if you don't want to say it, I already have a way to lend it to you."

"But you have to pay back the borrowed money sooner or later." Lin Pingping muttered, but having money is better than having no money. She thought about it and said, "Then I told you, you are not allowed to tell others."

"kindness!"

"This is the thing. Dad cured a patient, and the patient secretly gave him an extra five-single medical fee. He was discovered by Dad. He ordered me to send the money back to the other party early in the morning."

Speaking of this, Lin Pingping showed a melancholy look on her face. She sighed and continued: "I just walked to the gate of Nanshi and saw an old lady kneeling on the ground begging for food with a little girl in her arms. It's really pitiful!"

"So you gave them all the money when you were so angry?" Zhang Huan couldn't help laughing. She could guess the plot afterwards. Lin Pingping walked to the patient's house and remembered that the money had disappeared. He turned around and went back to find the beggar's old man, but the beggar's old man was gone.

"Why are you laughing!" Lin Pingping stood up, and she stared at Zhang Huan angrily, "Do you think I would ask them to get the money back? No, they are so pitiful, you didn't see the little girl, she was so thin that she was only a little bit left." Lin Pingping used her hands to make a small shape, and her eyes suddenly turned red, and she bit her lips tightly and said, "The little girl's parents were sold as slaves, and she needed ten coins to redeem them. I want to help them."

Zhang Huan was speechless for a long time. He patted her cheek gently and smiled and said, "You stupid pan, I will find a way for you to find a way to pay for the five-ton of money. Let's go!"

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Chapter completed!