After dinner, Zhang Huan said goodbye to his master. Lin Pingping followed Zhang Huan nostalgically and wanted to send him home. Seeing that she had drunk a lot of wine, Zhang Huan's face was flushed and his feet were already staggering slightly, he stopped her and said, "I'll go back by myself, you should rest soon!"

Lin Pingping didn't say anything. She seemed to have not heard Zhang Huan's words and still followed him stubbornly. Zhang Huan had no choice but to follow her and walked to the gate of Nanshi. Zhang Huan turned around again and said, "Pingping, you can go back, otherwise I have to send you back!"

Lin Pingping rubbed the corner of her clothes hard, but still said nothing. Zhang Huan shook her head, ignored her, and took a big step and left. Seeing his figure disappearing into the night, Lin Pingping bit her lips hard, and her eyes suddenly turned red. Finally, she couldn't help but lie on the wall and burst into tears.

After a while, her crying gradually stopped. She raised her head and wiped her tears, but suddenly she found Zhang Huanzheng standing beside her, looking at her silently, and said to herself softly: "I'll send you back!"

The two walked slowly side by side, Lin Pingping's voice was a little sad, "Today my dad told me that my mother and I will go back to our hometown in Shu County next month. In the future, our Lin family will disappear in Taiyuan, and you no longer have to eat my fried eggs."

"I promised my master that I will go to Jiannan to see you!"

"Let's see, you still have to distinguish, it's better not to look!" Lin Pingping's voice became less and less, and gradually he could not hear it.

Zhang Huan glanced at her and suddenly laughed: "If I passed the Jinshi exam and became a parent official, you can come and complain!"

Zhang Huan pulled his voice sharply, put his waist on his waist, and said in a tone of Lin Pingping: "Zhang Shiba! If you dare to condemn me to lose, I will let you eat a hundred fried eggs every day!" As he said that, Zhang Huan couldn't help laughing.

Lin Pingping laughed, turned around and raised his fist and hit, "You bad guy, I won't make fried eggs for you in the future!"

Zhang Huan grabbed her wrist, looked around, and exaggeratedly relieved: "It's okay! It's okay! I didn't bring a pan."

Lin Pingping's smile suddenly froze. She stared at Zhang Huan blankly, and Zhang Huan's face became unnatural. He loosened Lin Pingping's wrist, looked up at the sky, and laughed dryly: "The night is quite dark!"

Lin Pingping threw herself into Zhang Huan's arms, hugged his waist tightly, his face pressed against his broad chest, tears surging out and falling down. Zhang Huan gradually felt a sense of gratitude in his heart. He gently stroked Lin Pingping's hair and said softly: "Go home! After the provincial exam, I will definitely come to Shu County to see you."

"Then I'll wait for you!"

Lin Pingping pulled his sleeve and wiped his tears. She didn't dare to look at Zhang Huan, so she turned around and ran back. She could faintly hear her shouts: "Zhang Shiba! I will definitely go to you to complain. You dare to convict me of losing. I will let you eat a thousand fried eggs every day...."

When Zhang Huan returned home, it was already very late. The gate of Zhang's mansion was already closed, but Zhang Huan's residence did not need to enter the gate. After passing the arch bridge, he turned to the right and walked hundreds of steps along the Guarding River.

Along the way, dozens of Zhang family's concubines lived next to each other. These were the lowest-ranking clans in the Zhang family and they didn't even have the qualifications to enter the gate. Speaking of which, although Zhang Huan was born in a gang, his father was a direct descendant, so Zhang Huan's identity was much higher than that of these common people's concubines.

Moreover, he has excellent grades in the academy and is the first among the Zhang family's children every year. He is also quite famous. Many elders of the Zhang family know him, and he shouldn't live here just because of this.

The key is that his mother usually has a son who is noble when she was a child. Zhang Huan lived in the Zhang Mansion before she was ten years old. However, after his mother became a monk, he was quickly moved to the outermost part of the Zhang Mansion. His father Zhang Ruojun seemed to care nothing, and he never even cared about Zhang Huan, just like he did not have his son.

In Zhang Huan's impression, the last time I saw my father was seven or eight years ago. That time was the New Year's worship of ancestors. He gathered with all his brothers and sisters for a meal and toasted his father with a glass of wine. From then on, he was indifferent and even his half-siblings could rarely see him once.

However, now he has inexplicably taken over the financial power of the Zhang family. I wonder what expressions his brothers and sisters will have when they hear it, and maybe they will see it tomorrow.

Zhang Huan felt bored. If God could give him another choice, he would rather be the son of the Lin family than be the name of the fifth family in the world. The warm feeling at the dinner table tonight will be unforgettable for a long time.

The door bolt was not inserted, Zhang Huan pushed the door and entered the yard. There was no light in the three rooms. Uncle Mute was already asleep. Zhang Huan was in a little confused today. He stood in the yard and hesitated for a long time. In the end, he did not enter his own room, but pushed the door and entered his mother's room.

This is a room that Zhang Huan specially left for his mother. Although his mother had never lived here for one day, he was eager for his mother to return to secular life one day.

The room was very dark, with a faint musty smell. Zhang Huan walked around the empty room and finally stopped in front of a wicker box in the corner of the house. He squatted down and gently stroked the box. This was the only thing his mother left for him, but he had never opened it before. I wonder what was inside?

Zhang Huan's hand trembled and touched the edge of the box. He just needed to pick the box gently and opened it, but he suddenly retracted his hand, sighed, stood up and strode out of the room.

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In the middle of the night, Uncle Ya gently knocked on his door, Zhang Huan turned over and got up. It was time for night swimming. The fog was very heavy tonight and was covered in gray. When Zhang Huan walked out of the yard, the fog seemed to melt him, making him feel as if he was in a fairyland.

Today, Zhang Huan did not jump into the river directly, but chose a place with a riverbed, and walked slowly with a big rock until the cold river water had passed over his head and walked to the depths of the river bottom. Then he slowly opened his eyes. There was endless darkness around him. In the dark water world, his irritable mood quickly cooled down, and gradually returned to his former calmness.

He threw away the stones, kicked his feet hard, and his body rushed up like a gray dragon. Zhang Huan then opened his arms and struck the water hard, and a new day began.

It was almost dawn, but the fog was getting thicker and thicker, as thick as milk, and almost no object could be seen outside five steps. Zhang Huan had already swam to the sixth circle. With the familiar water sense, he knew very well where he was. He should be very close to the arch bridge now, and at most twenty steps. Suddenly, he had a strange feeling, and he felt that there seemed to be someone on the bridge looking at him.

Just as he swam into the bottom of the bridge, he vaguely saw a person on the bridge. Then he heard the sound of "click!click!" made by his boots stepping on wood. After passing through the bridge, Zhang Huan stopped and then felt the movement on the bridge carefully. The person had already left.

After the sixth round of the tour, Zhang Huan jumped ashore. As usual, the first thing he did when he entered the yard was to insert the door bolt, but today he hesitated. Will Lin Pingping come? He thought about it and inserted the door bolt.

But after walking for a few steps, he suddenly found something on the ground, which seemed to be a blue cloth package. He bent over and picked it up. The package looked like a book, "Who sent it?" Zhang Huan remembered the figure on the bridge.

The package was not knotted, Zhang Huan shook his hand and the package opened. It was not a book inside. A book, Zhang Huan's pupils suddenly shrank into a line, and a line of words was clearly written on the account book: "Detailed Account for the Expenditure of Mass Money and Materials".

Zhang Huan suddenly smiled faintly. He already knew who the person on the bridge was.

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‘Four hundred thousand guan, allocated to the Shannan Wang family at one time.

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The account book is very new, and the handwriting is still emitting a faint ink fragrance. It can be seen that it was re-reprinted. He turned a page and there was a copy order behind it. It was the order of 400,000 yuan. The applicant was Zhang Ruofeng, and the approver was himself.

Zhang Huan stared at the account book in a daze. The God of Fate liked such a prank. Just when he didn't want to ask about this matter, the answer quietly appeared in front of him.

Suddenly, a sound of horse hooves came from far and near outside the courtyard gate, and then a 'bang' sound was hit by the shabby wooden door in pain. Only Lin Pingping's rushing voice sounded outside the door, "Zhang Shiba! Are you not wearing clothes?"

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Chapter completed!