The Black Sheep (The Black Horse) - Chapter 21

Bo Zhenting is tall, full of beard, and majestic. He has a courageous spirit that he has worked **** the Caohe for many years. Ordinary children may cry when they see him. He has not seen Bai Seventeen in a few months. The first sentence Just asked: “Are you back in trouble again?”

Bai Shiqi didn’t seem to deal with Wen Tao, but he didn’t seem to deal with his father…

She angrily said: “Which time did I get into trouble?” Besides, she usually takes care of the aftermath by herself, not to bother her father, so she will not be blamed.

Bai Zhenting is like the Yan father in the world. When he was a child, he thought the child Yuxue was cute, but when the child grew up to be a cat and dog, he started to have a headache, and he was still as stubborn as the ordinary two or three. Xiaoerlang can’t match the scouring method.

The way he loves his children is to give money, which can be regarded as spoiling materially, but the only way he can control violence is to control violence with violence. Don’t even think about any calm communication.

Pian Pian Bai has achieved economic independence since he was seventeen, thirteen and fourteen. After he was alone in Beijing, he became self-sufficient for his own profits and losses, and was able to feed the gangs who went to Beijing on the boat. This cut off Bai Zhenting’s way of showing kindness. Ting’s paternal love was fed to the dog raised in the family. He couldn’t find a way of loving him at all, and all that was left was questioning.

According to a secret report from the confidant who went north on the ship, everyone prefers to **** the food and grain to the north. Not only can the food be good, but they can also come back all the way, never deduct the money and food of the group, but also get together with everyone, and the reputation is growing.

When Bai Zhenting heard these words of praise, he was delighted in his heart, but saw that Bai Shiqi could not even speak soft words, and his concern was hidden under the hard questioning. Bai Shiqi, who had been engaged for a long time, heard it. If it doesn’t go well, you have to go back. The father and son usually meet like a quarrel. Su’s headache is very headache, and he quarreled with him several times: “Can’t you take half the effort to coax me to fight Seventeen?”

Bai Zhenting was also very distressed: “I want to scold my mother when I see this little boy’s rebellious appearance!”

Today is no exception.

The father and son hadn’t seen each other for several months. Not only did the little boy not reveal anything, he was called “the love of admiration” in Qiu Yunping’s words, and his face was so rebellious that Bai Zhenting’s hands were itchy again: “Which time did you Do you not cause trouble when you go out?” He put on a friendly smiling face to greet Wen Tao: “Why is my nephew here? How is your father?”

——This is where Bai Shiqi particularly hates Wen Tao. When he was young, he tried his best to beat him up, and he was not pleasing to his eyes when he grew up.

Bai Zhenting was obviously her own father, but he was kind to Wen Tao, and he didn’t have a few good words to her. From the hair to the toes, he wanted to criticize and suppress him.

Wen Tao’s thoughtful conversation in front of Bai Zhenting was completely different from the sloppy image outside. He pretended to say: “My father is all right. I’m not in Huai’an recently. Otherwise, I know my uncle is here and I will definitely ask for a drink. I ran into it yesterday. Seventeen, have fun together after a long time.”

Fearing that he would be out of concubine, Bai Shiqisheng quickly grabbed the conversation and introduced to Bai Zhenting: “Father, these two are my friends Zhao Ziheng and Zhao Wugui.”

Bai Zhenting has been able to hang around on Caohe for so many years, and it is not as rough as his appearance. In fact, he noticed when the Zhao brothers entered the main hall.

That’s it for Zhao Ziheng, the standard rich dude, from the walking posture, he can see that he exercises little, and his footing is vain and weak, even his seventeen can’t compare with him. But the one in the wheelchair should not be taken lightly.

Although Zhao Wujiu was carried in by the guards in a wheelchair, the momentum of Zilinyuan Zhiyue was rushing towards his face. If he is still kind to Wen Tao and treats his nephews and nephews casually, his treatment of Zhao Wujii is very different. On the contrary, it is more like a peer discussion.

“Young Master Zhao is here for the first time in Jiangnan? There are many places to enjoy and play in Jiangnan. If you have a place you want, the old man can send someone to **** him.”

He obviously saw Zhao Wujiu’s guards accompanying him, but he still proposed to send someone to **** him. Knowing his father Mo Ruonu, Bai Shiqi immediately looked at him and asked with his eyes: What do you mean?

Bai Zhenting glared at this unconscious little bastard. Who knows what Buddha was provoked again this time?

Zhao Wujiu straightforwardly said: “Don’t hide from Lord Bo, the younger generation is going south this time to find a famous doctor in Jiangnan. If he recovers from the illness in the future, he would be very willing to send someone to **** him.”

With the effort of everyone talking, Song Si Niang and Zhen’er honestly shrank behind Zhao Ziheng, a little far away from Bai Shiqi, and also took a quiet look at Bai Zhenting, for the old gang who forbids the elder Bai Shao’s gang leader to have concubines. His majesty suddenly understood a little.

Seeing Zhao Ziheng’s romantic and handsome appearance, Bai Zhenting didn’t take it seriously, and he didn’t expect this to be the concubine returned by his little boy.

As soon as there were guests at home, Bai Zhenting ordered the kitchen to renovate the banquet and clean up the dust for the little boy and the guests.

Seeing this scene, Song Si Niangzi knew that she was not suitable to accompany her, so she sue her. Bai Shiqi asked Yu Si to take the people to the guest room to rest. When she left, she turned her head and glanced at Bai Shiqi-the two were newly married, but they couldn’t get close.

When Zhen’er helped her go back, she was making the bed and nagging: “My master is not too young anymore. Maybe the family will meet soon. When the time comes, she will lift the grandma of the main room into the door. I don’t know how the girl will be in the future. It can’t be better. The girl has to give birth to one and a half daughters as soon as possible, and then she will be able to gain a foothold in the Bai family.”

Song Si Niangzi is sitting in front of a bronze mirror combing her hair. The person in the mirror is icy and jelly. It is the best time in a woman’s life, but she is suffering from gains and losses: “Jin’er, do you think he likes me?”

What the master and servant are worried about, they are also talking about it at the moment.

It was because of what Bai Zhenting said: “I saw your father three months ago. He said that the family was going to negotiate for you. Which girl did you choose?”

They all seek life on this land. The salt gang is rich in wealth, and Wen Tao’s future daughter-in-law can choose from a wide range. In addition to not being easy to marry with the official family, the local gentry gentry and wealthy merchant’s home can try.

Wen Tao glanced at Bai Shiqi with a smile: “I’ve seen a lot of little ladies, but they don’t suit me.” He half-joked: “If my uncle has a daughter at home, my father would be happy to kiss him!”

Bai Zhenting’s eyebrows jumped, Quandang this kid had a quarrel with his own kid, and took this opportunity to laugh at her long sissy: “It seems that there is no hope in this life.”

Bai Shiqi glanced at Wen Tao, always thinking what he said was a bit strange: “If I have a younger sister, how can I dare to marry you? Just rely on your profane style of Qin Muchu, or don’t cheat my sister.”

Zhao Wujiu glanced at Wen Tao thoughtfully, suspecting that the suspicion in his heart coincided with the master of the Young Master Wen, but was amused by Bai Shiqi’s words. However, he is restrained by nature, and he has developed a reluctant temper in the army over the years, only a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Only Zhao Ziheng, who was dumbfounded, corrected it in a low voice: “Seventeen, Chao Qin Mu Chu is talking about women!”

Qiu Yunping was also in attendance, sitting next to him, familiar with the relationship between Wen Tao and Bai Shiqi, stabbed him in the arm, lowered his voice and explained: “The young master is deliberate!”

Bai Zhenting doesn’t read much, and can’t learn a lot of characters. In recent years, he has invited many gentlemen to accompany him to eat, drink and have fun. The literati’s gameplay is more elegant, and he can barely make a fool of himself on various occasions. , Couhe recognized a few words, and didn’t take Bai Shiqi’s satirical words of Wen Tao seriously.

——As long as the two little boys don’t fight and smash the banquet on the spot, he will open one eye and close the other.

Wen Tao wasn’t annoyed by being ridiculed, and smiled: “Seventeen is not too young. My father is already anxious about my marriage. Uncle isn’t going to ask for a wife for Seventeen? She is so naughty that she should have married a house long ago. The daughter-in-law came in to take care of her.”

Bai Zhenting was worried about this matter for many years, but he couldn’t say it to the outside world. He was poked at the center of the matter. His expression was stagnant for a moment, and then turned clear: “Your aunt has not thought about it, but… this kid has a bad reputation outside. The little lady in Suzhou doesn’t look down on her, so she can only plan slowly.”

Wen Tao said in his heart: What is the excuse that this is not bright?

Zhao Wujiu also had this intention, and the doubts in his heart became more and more magnified. The original guess of seven * eight points became nine points, and he couldn’t help thinking.

Bai Shiqi blamed Wen Tao: “You are anxious to marry a daughter-in-law because you are afraid of being a bachelor? I’m not in a hurry. Anyway, I like a lot of little ladies, so I have to slowly pick one that suits my heart.”

Wen Tao raises his glass: “Seventeen is right, marriage matters, always pick the one that fits your mind, then I wish both of us can pick the one that fits your mind!” He bit the last three words between his lips and teeth. , With a smile, touched a cup with Bai Shiqi, and dried his neck.

The author has something to say: It’s pretty early tonight, I’m going to write about the young marshal.

Good night babies