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"The fat man named Zhang... tell me clearly..." A shocking shout rang in Zhang Yu's ears. Zhang Yu jumped up suddenly, but was murderously grabbed by Xiaoyu: "What do you mean by saying this just now? I dislike me as a yellow-faced woman? I am only in my twenties and beat the child. There are still a lot of men outside chasing him..."

At this time, Zhang Yu no longer had the feeling of Xiao Ran who had seen through the world just now, and kept smiling: "Wife, wife, listen to me... hurry up, sit down and don't be excited. Don't get angry..."

It was easy to inform Zhang Yu, but it was troublesome if you talk to your family. No matter how good Zhang Yu is, he is still a friend. But he can't tell his father directly that I want to marry a princess from the Northern Song Dynasty, but she can't come to this modern time and space, and you two old people can't go to the Northern Song Dynasty, and you can't meet your daughter-in-law...

Or I would say to my parents like Zhang Yu, just saying that I married an overseas Chinese girl. Then my parents must be going to the wedding... This matter doesn't make sense. Forget it, forget it, just hide it from them!

Wen Fei's parents still live in the previous community. Although Wen Fei has left a lot of money for his parents since he became rich, he has saved all of this money by the two elders, saying that he would use it to marry Wen Fei in the future...

The only difference is that both elderly people retired two years early, enjoyed their lives at home, and never went to work again.

Wen Fei returned home this time. He saw his father wearing a Tang suit, holding a brush in his hand and writing big characters. Speaking of which, Wen Fei is ignorant. Even writing a word is like a chicken. However, the brush calligraphy written by his father is learned from Zhao Ji's thin gold style, which is erratic and quick, with thin and vigorous handwriting, and has a bit of spirit.

"How about it? Look at the words I wrote?" The old man didn't care about his good health when he saw his son who had not seen for a long time. He just held Wen Fei very proudly and asked Wen Fei to see how he wrote himself?

Wen Fei curled his lips. He was ready. He took out a handwriting and saw that the handwriting was thin but not losing its flesh. The tip of the pen could be seen at the turning point, and the brushwork was free and easy, and it was done in one go. However, it was the original work of Zhao Ji.

The old man took a look and was immediately lost. He completely expanded the words and was fascinated by the words. After a while, he said: "This is actually a copy of the "Thousand Characters" by Emperor Huizong of Song Dynasty. Which famous master copied it? It is so charming. In comparison, what I wrote myself is like a primary school student!"

Wen Fei laughed dryly, but couldn't tell his old man that this was written by Zhao Ji himself. He just laughed dryly and said, "I don't understand much, I bought it and gave it to you by dad anyway! By the way, where is my mom? I have prepared a gift for her too!"

Wen Fei's father said angrily: "I haven't come back for half a year since I went out. I want to buy me this little thing. Your mother went to buy vegetables. I guess she will come back soon. Let me tell you, your mother is not as easy as me. You should think about how to coax your mother first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened with a squeak. Wen Fei's mother, who was carrying a basket of vegetables, walked in. Her face, which was originally smiling, had her eyes turned red when she saw Wen Fei, and anger immediately rose: "Okay, you still remember to come back... I still thought you..."

Before Wen's mother could start to storm, Wen Fei had already greeted her with a smile. He held her mother's basket intimately: "I'm so hungry. I haven't eaten the food I made for so long. Foreigners have hamburgers, chicken wings and other things, and I'm almost vomiting when I eat it!"

Hearing this, Wen's mother hesitated for a moment, forgot to continue scolding Wen Fei, and asked, "Aren't you at Mingzhu? How come you can't eat Chinese food?"

Wen Fei felt a little nervous, why did he forget this matter? He immediately said without changing his face: "Business needs, I went to Africa again..."

When Wen's mother heard about going to Africa, she was shocked: "Why did you go to that place? Isn't the conditions that are in poor places? Yesterday, the news was still saying that some African countries were fighting, are you okay?"

Wen Fei wished he could slap himself. The more he said this lie, the more he needed to make up for it. Wen Fei had no choice but to laugh: "I went to South Africa, and that place is the best country in Africa. It's nothing to do... Mom, come and see, what did I bring you!"

As he said that, he handed a golden hairpin to Wen's mother, and Wen's mother immediately shouted: "Ah, it's so beautiful!"

Nonsense, it must be beautiful. This is a royal master who brought something to the Queen Mother of the United States back then. The whole golden hairpin is like a phoenix spreading its wings and is about to fly, with a pearl in its mouth. It looks noble and generous, and elegant.

"Oh, it's so beautiful, so good!" Wen's mother was amazed and a little embarrassed: "I can't bring this thing!"

Wen Fei laughed. He was prepared for it and took out a set of clothes from the bag he carried with him. It was a set of Northern Song Dynasty clothing, dyed with tulip roots, and the color was noble, but it did not look too bright.

"Is this Hanfu? It seems to be from the Northern Song Dynasty..." Wen Fei's father was also attracted, pointing to the clothes and said, "This is a thousand-pleated skirt. Look at the many pleated skirts on the skirt, this is a style that only exists in the palaces of the Song Dynasty. It is generally not allowed to be worn by ordinary people. The production is so beautiful..."

No wonder Wen Fei’s father sighed that the skirt was woven by yarn, with complex patterns on it, gold embroidery, and pearls on it. Not to mention anything else, this craft can be regarded as a masterpiece.

Wen Fei's mother was dizzy and pulled out a streamer with a jade ring ornament from her clothes and asked, "What is this? It's covered with jade pendants?"

"This is a jade ring and ribbon, used to press the skirt so that the skirt will not flutter with the wind when the human body moves, and it will lose its elegance and solemnity." Wen Fei's father explained: "This is really the dress of aristocratic women in the Song Dynasty, which is so beautiful. No wonder we in China call it the beauty of clothes and etiquette!" He sighed.

Wen Fei smiled and said, "Dad, you don't have to envy you, you have your clothes too!" Wen Fei's clothes were naturally woven by royal masters and craftsmen, all of which were palace clothes, which were extremely gorgeous. Wen Fei's father was a little embarrassed to wear, but he couldn't stand his mother wearing the Hanfu first, and he just put it on half-supportedly.

Wen Fei’s father wore a Lan shirt, round neck and big sleeves, elegant and graceful. He was actually gentle and kind when worn, with a bit majestic and solemnity. Those craftsmen knew that Wen Fei liked Su Dawang, and even matched it with Dongpo scarf, with four corners protruding and upright and heavy, and brought it to Wen Fei’s father, just like a real ancient scholar walking out of the scroll. His temperament was very compatible with this ancient costume.

It was his mother who matched this ancient costume very well. Wen Fei's mother was so angry that she muttered for a long time and kept saying that Wen Fei was partial to his father. The clothes he brought for his father were so beautiful, but the clothes he gave him were not good...

This is because Wen Fei’s mother lacks the temperament of a noble lady and the classical atmosphere, so she naturally cannot wear such ancient costumes.

The next day, Wen Fei took a plane to the city where Xiaoxiao and his university were located early in the morning.

Speaking of which, this is definitely a large city in the country, although it is not as good as the Kyoto Magic City. However, the foundation accumulated over thousands of years has added a sense of historical weight to the city.

This made Wen Fei even feel that he might take some time to visit Kaifeng, a modern time and space. Since Wen Fei traveled through the Northern Song Dynasty, he has naturally paid great attention to Kaifeng, a modern time and space. It is said that this city actually costs hundreds of billions to copy a Tokyo city from the Northern Song Dynasty.

Originally, Wen Fei was not optimistic about this plan. After all, it was a bit mysterious to have such a big deal with a prefecture-level city. But now Wen Fei is a little interested. Maybe local wealth should also be involved!

Funds! Funds! Thinking of this, Wen Fei felt a headache. Where can I get more than one billion dollars? Forget it, let’s take one step at a time!

I called Xiaoxiao and confirmed the location. Then I called to the restaurant. I have to say that although this girl said fiercely, she was not the kind of person who really treated Wen Fei as a sucker.

However, just look at the surrounding environment of this store and you will know that it will not be cheaper. Fortunately, Master Wen Da doesn’t care about this.

The well-dressed doorman stopped Wen Fei: "Sir, this is a high-end place, and you are not allowed to enter!"

Wen Fei looked up and down for a long time, that's right. He wore a bright yellow Taoist robe carefully sewn by a master of the inner dynasty, a unique bright yellow Taoist robe in the Northern Song Dynasty, which represented the majesty of the Taoist leader. In fact, most of the time, not when he went home to meet his parents, Wen Fei liked to wear such a dress, which was enough to blind others' eyes.

But the doorman's eyes were obviously not blinded, and Wen Fei's face immediately sank: "What do you mean by saying this? What does it mean to be disheveled?"

The boy was speechless, probably never thought that a Taoist priest would come in. He had to smile bitterly: "Sir, this is an authentic French restaurant. It's from France... Forget it, please change into formal clothes anyway."

In fact, from beginning to end, this gangster performed quite politely and well-trainedly. He did not have the kind of performance of being inferior to others, but what kind of character is Wen Da Tianshi? He still couldn't help but get angry: "What is formal clothing? You know, this is my traditional Chinese clothing, Chinese formal clothing! Why can't you wear Chinese formal clothing in this territory of China? You have to wear a foreigner suit to be formal clothing, huh?" (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!