Shipin Dalizheng

Chapter 347 Free Personality

Rong Tang dragged the two old men out and ran into Old Wen who was walking into the courtyard with his head lowered. His thin and outstanding temperament seemed to have dimmed a lot, and his eyes no longer had the brilliance he had during the southern expedition.

Rong Tang was surprised, "Master Wen, are you still in the Zheng family?"

Old Wen bowed lightly, "Young uncle."

This was really strange. The most common name Rong Tang heard from him was "kid", never something so formal.

"Master Wen, after the celebration banquet, I thought you left Shangjing and returned to the martial arts world."

He knew that Old Wen had a high status in the martial arts world, and many masters came to him on the road to the south. Some of them were willing to follow him, while some left after receiving rewards.

Old Wen's expression was calm, "I haven't met the young master's conditions yet, so I can't leave for the time being."

Rong Tang was no longer calm. He understood Lao Wen's heart. He had a free soul, but was bound by gratitude and unable to leave.

"Tell me what else he wants, and I'll help you find a solution."

Old Wen was just about to say that he didn't need the Lord's help when he heard Xuanque chirping, "What's it to you? Young Master saved Old Wen's life, and Old Wen promised to repay him for his life. Last time, Old Wen protected you in the southern expedition, which was one of the conditions for Young Master to set him free. Unfortunately, the second condition was not met, so Old Wen naturally can't leave."

"What's the second condition?"

Xuan Que curled his lips and said, "Listen carefully, we need to make our young master stand up and walk on his feet."

In Xuanque's opinion, this was an impossible task, so Lao Wen couldn't leave at all.

Rong Tang cursed inwardly, going around and around, and finally coming back to Zheng Changzhi's feet. He really regretted giving him this hope. Looking at his current condition, how could a precious person like him endure such hardship? Several lame people with artificial legs in Fuxinzhuang could walk, but he was still stuck in a broken wheelchair.

No wonder there was no light in Wen Ruyu's eyes.

He turned back and saw Zheng Jiuan pushing a wheelchair out of the house to take them there. He pointed at his nose and cursed, "Zheng Changzhi, you dead cripple, you have no humanity!"

Zheng Changzhi's eyes narrowed, "What are you scolding me for?"

"I call you a cripple, a pervert, a waste..."

Zheng Changzhi pointed at him with trembling hands, "Beat him to death for me. Old Wen, Jiuan..."

Old Wen was dumbfounded, "Uncle, be careful with your words."

Rong Tang was still jumping around provocatively, "What? You useless piece of shit, are you going to let the dogs bite me? If you have the guts, come and bite me yourself, you dead cripple, dead waste, coward..."

He grabbed a handful of snow from the ground, rolled it into a ball and threw it at Zheng Changzhi. Zheng Jiuan blocked it with his fist, and the snow fell on Zheng Changzhi's white shirt, causing Zheng Changzhi, who had a severe mysophobia, to scream, "Kill him, kill him..."

Zhang Pojun came up and covered Rong Tang's mouth, "You evildoer, stop talking, he's the eldest son of Prime Minister Zheng..."

Rong Tang ripped his hand away with all his strength. "He's also a piece of trash. He can't even walk. He's just a burden to others. He should just die and be reincarnated as soon as possible."

"Rong Tang..."

Zheng Changzhi's eyes were bloodshot, "I want you to die..."

He lunged forward, seemingly intending to run over and beat Rong Tang to death. After taking two or three steps, he suddenly fell to the ground. Zheng Jiuan also wanted to come over and teach Rong Tang a lesson, but seeing his elder brother fall, he turned back and helped him up. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Old Wen strode up to Rong Tang and said, "I'm sorry, Master Rong."

They picked it up and ran out. Zhang Pojun and Doctor Mo also knew that they were in trouble, so they stopped arguing and supported each other as they fled.

This attracted dozens of servants armed with knives and sticks, who chased him with two big dogs. Rong Zhan tried to hold them back for a while, but felt guilty and turned around and ran away.

The four people were beaten out of the Left Prime Minister's residence, and Rong Tang could still be heard cursing, "You damn cripple, come and bite me if you dare. I'm afraid you can't even get to me."

Old Wen put him down, his eyes complicated, "Master Rong, why are you doing this?"

"Master Wen." Rong Tang straightened his clothes and fixed his crooked bun. "I told you you're free. The world is so big, you can go anywhere. Do you know what the gold medal I asked for for you means? It means you've done great deeds for the world. No matter who helps you, it's their honor, not a moral shackle for you. Zheng Changzhi really pissed me off. He's holding an old senior captive. It's abominable."

Lao Wen's eyes instantly turned red. "No, the young master has already said that he will let me go. I just felt that I hadn't completed the mission and I was too embarrassed to leave."

He was too proud and had not met the conditions. He always felt that his waist could not be straightened. But compared with his waist, it was even more difficult to let the young master stand up and walk.

Rong Tang: "Uh...goodbye!"

Too impulsive, if time could go back...

In the inner courtyard of the Left Prime Minister's Mansion, Zheng Changzhi struggled to shake off Zheng Jiuan's support and propped himself up with both hands. "I, I want to leave. I must leave. I'm going to walk up to him and bite him to death. I'm going to castrate him..."

There were actually two feet wearing shoes on his ankles. They were a pair of perfect feet carved by a skilled craftsman, but they had no feeling. Every time he wanted to stand up, it was so painful that he just wanted to die.

However, at this moment, the hatred for Rong Tang overwhelmed the pain in his body. One day, one day...

He fell down again and again, and stood up again and again. Blood oozed from his rubbed ankles, which was glaring and heartbreaking.

Zheng Jiuan had no choice but to find some support for him, and then he remembered that there was a brand new pair of crutches in his eldest brother's room.

Several people returned to the Bo's Mansion in disgrace. This time they had caused such trouble that even Zhang Pojun and Doctor Mo had no time to fight. They all tried to find ways to make amends.

Zhang Pojun came up with a radical plan, saying that he could replace Zheng Changzhi's legs with those of a death row prisoner, and maybe he would be able to leave.

For the first time, Doctor Mo did not scold him. The two of them closed the door and studied the feasibility.

Rong Zhan was not optimistic about this. As everyone knew, Master Zheng was a vengeful person and he might retaliate against his master's humiliation today in the future.

Rong Tang argued confidently, "I'm doing this for his own good. Strategically, this is a provocation, and medically, it's a form of incantation. If he had any backbone, he'd be able to work hard and overcome the difficulties. Then he'd be grateful to me."

Whether the Zheng family would be grateful to him or not, the four guards had no idea. They simply split up, transferring twenty or thirty black market experts from Gao Zhiyuan's side, and then galloping out of the city to Fuxinzhuang to mobilize troops. With Rong Tang's status and title, he could dispatch a hundred or so soldiers into the city at a time. Choosing only the strongest fighters, they shouldn't be too far off in a fight with the Zheng family.

Rong Tang pulled his hair for a long time and waited for a long time, but no one from the Zheng family came to block the door, so he felt a little relieved.

Butler Tao came hurriedly to report that people from Rongjia Village had come to give gifts again.

Rong Tang met the visitors in the main hall. They were not old men, but the five sons of the Sixth and Eighth Masters, Dafeng, Dahu, Dazhu, Erzhu, and Sanzhu.

The eighth master's family slaughtered the New Year pig and asked his three sons to send half a fan over and ask about Rong Tang's current attitude.

The Sixth Master gave most of the New Year's food prepared by his daughter-in-law to his son, for the same purpose as the Eighth Master.

What grudge could Rong Tang have against them? Once the conversation was over, the five of them breathed a sigh of relief. Indeed, whether adopted or biological, he was unique and irreplaceable.

Young people are more active than old people. They put their minds at ease and began to imagine a good life in the coming year, which reminded Rong Tang of his other big business.

"Uncle Dafeng, have you ever grown beets?"

Rong Dafeng thought for a moment and said, "That vegetable isn't tasty and can't be sold at a high price. People in our village don't grow much of it. The good fields and land should be used to grow crops."

"What if this dish isn't meant to be eaten? I'd still eat it, just in a different way."

"It won't last long! It's still just a vegetable, not food."