Early in the morning, Zhang Huan went to the academy first and handed over the policy he had written to his husband. Then he hurried back to the Zhang Mansion. Unexpectedly, he almost collided with someone as soon as he entered the gate of the tent.

"You're blind... Oh! It's the eighteenth brother!"

Standing in front of Zhang Huan was a man in his thirties, with a finer robe and a little more delicate than a woman's skin. He was Zhang Huan's starling Zhang Can, the only legitimate son of Zhang Huan's father Zhang Ruojun.

He failed the imperial examination four years ago, and he had been idle at home, chanting, reading poetry, and receiving twenty cents of regular money every month. His life was very happy. Just wait for his father to be promoted to another level, he could be regarded as an eighth-rank official, which was considered to have officially entered the officialdom, but his father seemed to be in a bad state. He was the chief minister of Fenyang County for six years. Now his son is going to a private school, but he is still an idle person. He also began to be a little anxious.

On the day Zhang Huan was appointed as the chief financial officer by Zhang Ruohao by his family, he was also present. Among the various gazes at that time, his gaze belonged to the jealous category, and he was a little better than others.

However, he is not a fool. While he is jealous, he also found that Zhang Huan was promoted, which can bring benefits to him. For example, Zhang Xuan, the eldest son who has always been arrogant, specially invited him to drink flower wine last night and promised to ask the head of the family to arrange something for him. This is something that has never happened before. Of course, Zhang Xuan begged him for something.

"Haha! Brother Eighteenth, please be proud of our family!" Zhang Can's eyes narrowed into slits and said with relief: "I have compiled this book to my father yesterday, so that he can be happy."

Zhang Huanyi bowed and smiled, "Thank you for your feelings. Are you looking for me today?"

Zhang Can nodded, he looked at both sides, then put his shoulders on his back and whispered: "Let's go! Let's go outside to talk."

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"Did the starling say that Zhang Xuan wants to buy a house?"

Seeing that he had been wandering around for a long time, Zhang Huan finally hesitated to express his true purpose. He actually wanted the mansion to pay Zhang Xuan to buy a house outside. This naturally belongs to the category of no expenses, so Zhang Xuan asked his brother to speak.

Zhang Can scratched the back of his head and said helplessly: "Hey! Of course, it was for Hua Erniang's business. The head of the family allowed him to set aside his home wife, but he didn't mention the matter of buying a house. It meant that he had to pay for it himself, but how could he have so much money in his hands? Even if he had it, how could he pay for this kind of money himself?"

Speaking of this, Zhang Can bowed to him and said, "But for you, this is a trivial matter, so my starling can only ask you to help you."

Zhang Huan was silent. After Zhang Erliu was killed by a stick, he no longer cared about Zhang Xuan's small matter, so it would be okay to give it to him. However, as the master said, he was in charge of power as a concubine's son. Once Zhang Ruohao was not here, there would be no fewer people who were in trouble for him, especially these legitimate sons need to be guarded against, so this matter might be a trap set by Zhang Xuan, asking him to approve money in violation of regulations.

But it would be inappropriate if he refused at once. He did not want to form a deep hatred with Zhang Xuan for this little thing. After all, he is the heir of the head of the family, so there is no need to offend him deliberately.

This matter really made him feel a little embarrassed, and it would be great if there was a house that didn't spend money.

Suddenly, Zhang Huan seemed to think of something, and something flashed through his mind like lightning and arrows. Didn’t Uncle Lin tell him? Mixing’s shopkeeper Qiu wanted to use the old house in Qianyunfang to exchange for the priority of the land near the river in Nanshi.

This is a good idea, but it is best to let the head of the family know and nod, so that even if this matter is out of place in the future, it can block the mouths of the people. Thinking of this, Zhang Huan smiled and held Zhang Can's hand and said sincerely: "Brother comes to plead with mercy in person. How can I not give face? It's just that the clan rules are strict and money cannot be criticized randomly. But I will solve the matter of the house for Zhang Xuan."

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Today is the last day for Zhang Ruohao to visit his relatives. He will return to Chang'an tomorrow morning. At this moment, he is leaning on the soft couch to read a book. Not far away, Mrs. Wang is repeatedly confirming to him one thing, that is, after Zhang Huan goes to Beijing to take the exam, who will the Zhang Mansion be handed over to? Should he also hand it over to Zhang Ruofeng? According to her idea, it is best to hand it over to his second son. A concubine can hold the power, so why is the legitimate son left aside?

"Master! There have been chaos in the mansion these two days. Our Zhang family has never had a concubine's son in charge of financial power. It's just that Zhang Po... He was able to fight and made great contributions to the Zhang family to take military power. But what is the old sixth family? Inexplicably, you can ask who is convinced in the mansion? Now that you are here, no one dares to speak, but you will leave tomorrow. Who will support him? Have you ever thought about it?"

While saying that, Mrs. Wang secretly looked at her husband's face. Seeing that he was focusing on reading, she ignored him at all. She couldn't help but feel hatred in her heart and said in a slight sense: "I'll just say it! If the 18 Lang from the sixth family is willing to hand over the approval authority for his income and expenditure to Ye'er after he goes to Beijing for the exam, then I will support him in the past few months. What do you think?"

Zhang Ruohao still ignored her and was still reading her own book. Mrs. Wang, who had been worn out, was finally angry. She grabbed Zhang Ruohao's book and stared at him with jealousy in her eyes and said, "I have long suspected that Jingxinguan has any warm relationship with you, otherwise how could you be so interested in a concubine's son? I really have to examine that woman carefully one day!"

Zhang Ruohao suddenly became angry. He straightened his waist with a 'leap' and stared at her fiercely, his eyes burning with anger, "If you dare to touch a hair of her, I will not only give up on you, but your Shannan Wang family is the enemy of my Zhang family in Hedong. Don't blame me for being rude to Wang Ang!"

Wang Ang is Mrs. Wang's eldest brother. He has just taken over as the head of the Wang family for less than two years. He is currently the Minister of Works of the court. He has a short experience and has been excluded by the left prime minister Pei Jun. Thanks to Zhang Ruohao's support for him at a critical moment, he barely kept his position in the cabinet.

Mrs. Wang had never seen her husband get so angry. She felt timid. Although she was still tough, her tone was obviously soft. "For a woman who became a monk, she wanted to make Zhang and Wang's family turn against each other. No wonder you suddenly promoted Zhang Huan. There is indeed a reason, hum! I have misunderstood these years!"

Zhang Ruohao was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he snorted heavily and continued to read his book. Mrs. Wang's face turned pale and red. She gave another step: "Now Ye'er doesn't want that financial power. As long as you give Viscount Yuxiang to Xuan'er, this is OK!"

Yuxiang County, Hedong County, which is the ancestral land of the Zhang family, Viscount Yuxiang has always been the first title inherited by the Zhang family head, which is very symbolic. Generally speaking, whoever gets this title formally recognizes him as the heir of the family head and needs to report to the court for filing. This is just like before the emperor appointed him as King Yong of Guanzhong, and after two or three years, he can directly enter the Eastern Palace. Therefore, the meaning of Mrs. Wang is to ask her husband to first determine the important matter of Zhang Xuan as the heir of the family head in the form of clan rules.

Zhang Ruohao had calmed down a little. He glanced at his wife coldly and said, "The heir of the head of the family is directly related to the rise and fall of my Zhang family. How can I do it rashly? I have only been here ten days ago and have heard a lot of rumors about Xuan'er, who are debauchery and lustful, and bullying the same clan. Even if he is the eldest son, he cannot be established even if he is not virtuous. I might as well tell you the truth. I am already considering revising the clan rules. It is not necessary for the eldest son to inherit the position of the head of the family. If he does not know how to restrain himself, even if I want to establish him, the family will never agree!"

"You-" Mrs. Wang heard that he meant to abolish the status of his son's heir. She was so angry that she trembled all over and pointed at her husband and shouted: "Okay! OK! I don't beg you anymore. Since you are so ruthless and unrighteous to us mother and son, then you can go and promote your concubine's son to the side! Even if you are in the court class in the future, you will be inferior to others."

Mrs. Wang screamed sharply, turned around and left like a gust of wind. Zhang Ruohao looked at her angry back, and her eyes couldn't help but show a look of disgust. In order to prevent this woman from doing extreme things, it seemed that he had to say hello to Taiyuan Yin and strengthen the garrison of the meditation. She lowered her head and thought about it again. Zhang Ruohao gently put the book aside, stood up with difficulty, and was still a little worried to ask the servants to do it. She had to personally remind Taiyuan Yin.

At this moment, a report from a man outside the door was heard: "Master, the Eighteen Men of the Sixth Master are looking for a meeting outside!"

Zhang Ruohao was slightly stunned and then sat down again. Even if Zhang Huan didn't come, he would order someone to come to him. He would leave tomorrow, and some things must be explained first.

"Shibalang has met the head of the family!"

Zhang Huan bowed and bowed, "I heard that the head of the family is leaving tomorrow, Zhang Huan came to ask for a meeting!"

Zhang Ruohao smiled and pointed to the cushion and said, "Come on, sit down and talk."

Zhang Huan sat down and bowed slightly and said, "There is one thing I want to ask the head of the family to agree."

"Tell me! What's the matter?"

Zhang Huan pondered for a moment and said, "Zhang Xuan wanted to buy a house and place a concubine. According to family rules, the money will not be paid, and I have no right to approve it. Now I have two plans to solve this problem. One plan is to ask the head of the family to approve this expense so that I can explain the account."

As he said that, he took out a piece of singling and pushed it to Zhang Ruohao. The budget had been filled out. Zhang Ruohao glanced at the piece of singling, his smile gradually disappeared, and he asked calmly: "What about another plan?"

"Shopkeeper Qiu from Fengsheng Rice Store in Nanshi wants to buy the open space on Shihe. If my Zhang family can agree, he is willing to offer a house to the Zhang family."

Zhang Ruohao picked up the approval form, glanced at the contents in it casually, and suddenly smiled slightly, handed the approval form back to Zhang Huan and said, "You can do this matter as you please, it's best not to violate the clan rules."

Zhang Huan took the approval form and hesitated and said: "My authority is to approve money, sell land and build houses, and run Nanshi. It is all decided by Uncle San. I'm afraid I can't ask about it!"

"You might as well, I specially approve this for you, and I will explain it to the third brother!"

"The head of Xie's family trusts, then Shibalang will not disturb the head of the family's rest." After that, Zhang Huan gave a gift and prepared to retreat.

"Zebalang!"

As soon as Zhang Huan walked to the door, Zhang Ruohao called him. An extremely complicated expression appeared on his face. He hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice: "Have the 400,000 guan of money found where he went?"

Zhang Huan was silent. After a while, he turned around and looked at Zhang Ruohao's silver hair, and smiled faintly and said, "The money has gone to Shannan!"

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Chapter completed!