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Things having come to this, Zhou Yi couldn't do the nerve to stay, so he could only look at Song Shiwei reluctantly and follow Zhang Wu away in small steps.

When they reached the door, Zhou Yi grabbed Zhang Wu and said, "Miss Song, do you really have no intention of joining our Zhou family?"

Zhang Wu pursed his lips, his expression unchanged: "How can I guess what my master is like? Whatever she says is what it is. Master Zhou, I have to go back to cook for my master, so I won't see you off. Bye."

Looking at the closed door, Zhou Yi opened his mouth but said nothing. His back looked a little lost as he left.

Zhang Wu returned to the main room carrying the teapot and met Song Shiwei's gaze.

Song Shiwei watched the water in the teapot pour into the cup. When the cup was full, he spoke: "Leaving?"

"Mr. Zhou has left," Zhang Wu put the teapot aside and paused before saying, "Just now I saw that Mr. Zhou looked unhappy. I'm sure he will come again."

Song Shiwei picked up the teacup to blow away the hot steam, took a sip of the tea, then put the cup down, opened his eyelids and looked at Zhang Wu: "Come if you want, I don't have to see him."

Thinking about what Zhou Yi just said, Song Shi frowned slightly: "Do you know the officials in office in the North?"

Zhang Wu shook his head honestly: "I don't know. If the master needs it, I can go and find out."

"Go check."

"Yes, I will go immediately."

After Zhang Wu left, Song Shiwei still sat in the main room, drinking tea, his thoughts drifting away.

In the evening, Zhang Wu came back and told Song Shiwei about the situation of the major officials and aristocratic families in the northern border. After listening, Song Shiwei remained silent for a long time.

"It seems that Zhou Yi wasn't exaggerating. The situation in the northern border is more complicated than that in the capital."

"Master, do we need to move to a safe place?"

Song Shi smiled slightly and said, "Why do we have to change places? Those people and things have nothing to do with us. Isn't it interesting to sit back and watch the show?"

Zhang Wu felt at ease and smiled: "I will listen to the master. In the future, most of the subordinates will listen to the news of the noble families for the master, so that the master can have tea and listen to it for fun."

Song Shi smiled at Zhang Wu, very satisfied with his cleverness, brushed her skirt and stood up: "Zhou Yi is also a wonderful person, you can spend more time with him when you have time, and you can handle it yourself."

"Okay, I heard that Mr. Zhou likes to eat at Rongsheng Restaurant. I think the food there is delicious. I will definitely patronize it often."

Song Shi smiled without saying a word, and waved his hand to produce several hundred-liang silver bills.

Zhang Wu watched his master leave, then put the banknotes carefully in his sleeve, preparing to go to Rongsheng Restaurant to pack up food at noon tomorrow.

The Zhou family is the most powerful in the North and never has much contact with the aristocratic families. They only maintain superficial harmony. The master likes to hear about the dirty deeds of the aristocratic families. I think that Mr. Zhou knows it best. Instead of taking the risk to investigate, it is better to find out from his mouth, so that I can know what is so wonderful about Zhou Yi.

Zhang Wu raised the corner of his mouth and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

For three consecutive days, Zhang Wu would go to Rongsheng Restaurant to pack up meals at noon every day, and every time he would happen to meet Zhou Yi having dinner.

The first time they met in a private room, it was Zhang Wu who deliberately made a noise before the other party appeared. The first two times they met, Zhang Wu knew his limits very well, his attitude was neither friendly nor cold, and he responded politely and considerately. The third time they went to the restaurant, Zhou Yi recognized Zhang Wu's voice in the private room and immediately invited Zhang Wu to have dinner in the room. Zhang Wu was a little more enthusiastic, and Zhou Yi could no longer hold back and started talking.

Under Zhang Wu's deliberate guidance, Zhou Yi told many jokes made by the noble families in the Northern Territory. After returning, Zhang Wu told them all to Song Shiwei. Seeing that his master was listening with great interest, Zhang Wu secretly resolved that he would find out more about the fun from Zhou Yi next time.

However, encountering them by chance would inevitably arouse suspicion, so after Zhang Wu, he went there twice to rest and occasionally went there at sunset.

With storybooks and interesting stories about noble families to pass the time, Song Shiwei's days were extremely rich and colorful. Ever since Zhang Wu showed interest in contacting him, Zhou Yi had not come to the courtyard again. Song Shiwei guessed that he probably wanted to adopt a "roundabout tactic" and informed Zhang Wu privately.

Half a month passed quickly. During this time, Zhang Wu returned to Damu Village for a day. He made sure that the house could be built within half a month before he returned to the city with peace of mind. When the agreed time came, Zhang Wu drove back to Damu Village with Song Shiwei. The carpenters in the city also went with them, and they transported the furniture back together with the master and servant.

A horse-drawn carriage led the way, followed by a dozen ox-drawn carts, and they headed towards the Desert Village in a mighty procession, attracting a lot of attention along the way.

After entering the Damo Village, Zhang Wu led everyone directly towards the house.

The workers in the carpentry shop moved all kinds of furniture into the house. Zhang Wu settled the money and gave each of them fifty cents as a reward for their hard work. He sent the happy workers away and only then did he have time to take a good look at the new house.

Song Shiwei has not been back since he moved to the provincial capital. Today is the first time he has seen the new house. The builders built it completely according to the layout drawing, and made some changes to some details. It is exactly what he wanted. Walking from the front yard to the back yard, Song Shiwei looks very satisfied.

Zhang Wu followed closely behind Song Shiwei, and smiled when he saw her expression: "It seems that the master is also very satisfied with this house."

Song Shiwei smiled and nodded: "I am indeed very satisfied. Now that the sun is not shining, you can go to the village chief to settle the money. Give more of the hard-earned money, don't be stingy."

"Master, rest assured, I will be there right away."

After Zhang Wu left, Song Shiwei stood in the front yard and continued to look at the environment of the new house.

The layout of the house is not much different from other farmhouses, except that it has an additional backyard. Entering from the front door is a spacious and clean yard, with the main room directly opposite. There is a bedroom on each side of the main room. On the left side of the front yard are the kitchen and firewood room, and on the right side are the bedrooms and a small warehouse.

The door leading to the backyard is in the main room. The backyard covers an area of ​​about three mu. The toilet and firewood room are built on both sides, and the middle is used to grow onions, ginger and garlic.

The more Song Shiwei looked, the more satisfied he was. He immediately chose the room on the left side of the main hall as his bedroom. The furniture had already been moved into the house. There was a bed, a wardrobe, a low cabinet and a desk. These were all the furniture for a bedroom. Although it was simple, it had everything it should have.

Song Shiwei took out a quilt, mattress and pillow from the space, and also took out two sets of light-colored sheets and quilt covers. He made the bed first, then folded the clothes and put them in the closet, put the extra quilts in the low cabinet, and placed the pens, ink, paper and inkstone neatly on the desk. Only then was the bedroom complete.

Song Shiwei didn't know which bedroom Zhang Wu was going to sleep in, so he put the bedding on the table in the main room and then went to the kitchen to put out the pots and pans.

Finally, Song Shiwei went to the woodshed in the backyard again, took out the firewood in the space, and piled it up to fill the entire woodshed.

There is no rush to store firewood in the woodshed in the front yard, for the time being, so it is better to leave it empty for now, to avoid being seen by others. However, the small warehouse in the front yard has a lock, so some things can be put in it.

So Song Shiwei took out three thousand kilograms of black charcoal from the space and piled it in the small warehouse, and also took out a few pieces of cotton cloth. The remaining space was used only to pickle meat and vegetables when the weather cooled down.

Zhang Wu went to the village chief's house to settle the money, and when he came back Song Shiwei had already sorted and put away all the things that needed to be taken out.