The Russians watched Zhang Han speeding over, thinking that they were running over to meet and talk, but when they saw Zhang Han running away, they just waved to this side.

Petrien's face was gloomy, and Madoff and others looked angry.

Fortunately, Zhang Xuwen and others came over to explain, and everyone realized that it was Zhang Han's wife who came over.

"Three wives." Grigori glared and said, "You Chinese men are too irresponsible."

"Qi." Zheng Zhihu said with contempt: "What are you pretending? You are a wife, but who is rich and powerful does not have ten or eight lovers. Gregory, you will have at least three or four lovers."

Grigori suddenly said nothing.

Zhang Xuwen also despised him very much. These white-skinned guys pretended to be serious and could not marry too much due to their faith. In fact, none of them was honest. I heard that the Tsar was also a wife and a wife from the left. He was indeed a queen in name, but he had more or less lovers, and now he pretended to behave here, which was very meaningless.

Schev and others were not interested in this kind of verbal attack. They stretched their necks and looked over there. A Cossack man said, "A such a great person, his wife must be very beautiful!"

"Take you down." Zheng Zhihu said: "Our nobles of the Ming Dynasty, our wife will not let outsiders see you, you gang of country bumpkins."

All the Cossacks were glaring at him. Zheng Zhihu was strong and had been practicing martial arts since he was a child. He was very skilled in fighting. He would not suffer any loss when fighting with these Cossacks. When everyone was in the city, they could not leave for more than ten or twenty days after a snowfall. When they were idle, they would fight to relieve their boredom. Zheng Zhihu had fought with these guys many times. Seeing the other party's angry look, he immediately pinched his hands and sneered: "Come on, come and fight."

"Okay." Zhang Xuwen stopped him and said, "Sir, I'm anxious to welcome the wife. It's already rude. Don't mess around."

When the Russians heard about it, they felt relieved.

There were still many people looking south, and even some soldiers in the array couldn't help but tilt their eyes slightly to the south.

Seeing Zhang Hanfei riding over, the convoy also stopped.

Several middle-aged servants and teenage maids got out of the car first. Zhang Rui took a few male servants up and rushed to pull the leash. Everyone's faces were almost laughing. The little girls and films clapped their hands and shouted: "The master is here, the master is here."

"Come out and show the eldest master."

"It's cold this day, don't freeze the eldest master!"

Everyone was talking in a silence, and the car windows opened one after another. The car was warm, and the cool wind blew into the car, which made people feel refreshed.

The sky in front of you is so blue and the snow scene is so beautiful. Looking around, the place where you look is blue and white, while the ones lie in front of everyone are large areas of snow white.

In this weather, it is such a reunion. Even the servants and servants who are not only concerned about the matter, the smiles on their faces have a bit of sincerity and feelings in addition to being flattering and sophisticated.

Somehow, Zhang Han felt warm in his heart and his body was soft and he couldn't get excited.

The women and maids in front of him were all dressed in flowers and smiled on their faces. Zhang Han suddenly felt warm in his heart, and then an indescribable feeling of fatigue was drinking wind and eating sand on the grassland for several months. Although he didn't want him to fight, he didn't have to do any work. Even after the establishment of the marching department, the trouble of doing business in the office was greatly reduced. However, with his status, there was no real big thing that would not make him tired of slapping it. It really made him exhausted.

All the responsibilities are on the shoulders, and I am really walking on thin ice. If you are not careful, you will not only lose your career, but also your own and the lives of your family. If you say arrogant words with a big face, you may also be all about the national fortune in the next three to four hundred years. This burden is too heavy. Sometimes it is so heavy that Zhang Han ignores everything and just calculates it. Anyway, the naval merchant ship of Yusheng has already reached a scale. At worst, you can run to Nanyang and take a few wives and do whatever you want.

The carriage door finally started, and the three girls were three cars. Yu Niang was the first to walk down, and then Yang Liu. Both girls were stingy. Yu Niang had grown up in the mine. At this time, she did not care about any rules. Yang Liu had always ignored her personality. When Yu Niang came, she immediately jumped out of the car.

The two girls said they were concubines, but in fact they were both under 20 years old. Both of them had tears in their eyes. No wonder they were wronged. They had been married to a man for many years. Although they knew that Zhang Han was responsible for hundreds of thousands of people and had created such a large territory, the two girls just felt that men were too capable, and it might not be a good thing!

Zhang Han looked at them with a smile. Yang Liu was hot. Although Yu Niang gave birth to a baby, she was still so tall and tall. One of them was wearing green green backs and the other was a pink horse-faced dress, both wearing big red cloaks. In this white snow, there were two beautiful girls standing like a green onion. It seemed that the most beautiful scenery between heaven and earth suddenly rushed into Zhang Han's eyes, and a feeling of extreme satisfaction surged into his heart.

This is his family in this era, his foundation, and all the future.

The two girls muttered, nothing more than some complaints. In the end, both girls said: "I will stay here anyway, and I will not leave if I beat you to death."

"Okay, listen to yours, don't leave." Zhang Han agreed, walking towards Chang Ning's carriage. Chang Ning also hugged the child wrapped in the quilt together. Zhang Han took two steps forward and continued the child.

He did not look at the child first, but looked at his wife's face.

It is still so bright and fair, and it seems a little round. Women who breastfeeding will always gain some weight.

"Am I fat?" Chang Ning felt a little embarrassed by his eyes, and his pretty face flew up to the red clouds.

"No." Zhang Han said seriously: "You are still the same as before, no, you are more beautiful than before."

His eyes swept to Chang Ning and the other two women again, like the green light emitted by a hungry wolf.

"Mom is in the car behind, hurry up and go to see her." Chang Ning said with a blushing face: "No one can talk to his wife first and not see her."

"That's true." Zhang Han stroked the child's face with his hands. The little baby who was less than three months old had an amazing skin on his face. The child was not asleep, and his eyes were open and curiously looking at this very novel world.

An inexplicable emotion arose in Zhang Han's heart. This was his son, his descendant, who stroked the child's face and his body trembled.

"The boss got off the car too." Zhang Han saw a servant who was holding a boy less than one year old and got off the car. He handed the child to Chang Ning, and strode over and hugged the boy in his arms.

"You are a father!" Yu Niang said with dissatisfaction: "I still don't even give my name to the child."

"The servants call them the eldest son, and we call them the eldest son. If not, they call them Goudan. They don't call them that." The child who is almost one year old is already very good-looking. The boy in Zhang Han's arms is wide open, and he is not afraid of the stranger Zhang Han, who is also twisting in Zhang Han's arms, and he is determined to get down and step on the snow.

Such a boy is about to learn to walk, so he sat in the car for a long time and was also time to move.

Zhang Han used his grown short beard to wipe his son's face a few times, wiped the fat man's tears, and then handed the child to the nanny, and ordered: "You go to the city first and take him to the house to exercise, don't let my son be suffocated."

The servants rarely heard Zhang Han speak in such a tone. Everyone wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. They looked at Zhang Han like a flash of smoke and went into the car where Chang's past was.

"My son is unfilial." This time, Zhang Han knelt on the snow without any ambiguity and kowtowed to pay his respects.

The more people there are, the more they show up at this time, it is not that Zhang Han is unfilial and pretends, but that this kind of too grand etiquette is not for outsiders to see, there is no need between mother and son.

"My son get up." Chang's car was offering Buddha statues of all sizes, with cigarettes swaying, and he didn't set up a seat, but he just knelt on the cushion. He came here with the Buddha this way. Seeing that his son's career was booming, several daughters-in-law and two grandchildren, he completely let go of the obsession of ordinary old ladies. It was just these things that were done, and life became boring. Chang Ning was very capable, and the family affairs were arranged by this daughter-in-law, so the old ladies were happy and burned incense and worshiped Buddha every day, and he never asked anything else.

If Zhang Han hadn't been relieved to consider that his family was staying in Lizhuang this time, he would have been afraid that Chang would rather stay than go around and go around again.

Zhang Han did feel a little ashamed: "My son has implicated his mother, and he still has to travel thousands of miles at such an old age."

"It's nothing." Chang's family was actually in their early fifties and never felt tired when they took a bus from Datong to Qingcheng. She said, "Even the Bodhisattvas who worshipped have to work hard and run around, you have to build another temple for me."

There is a family temple in Lizhuang, which was built by Zhang Han specially allocated funds to be filial to my mother. He had no resistance to the elderly celebrating Buddha, and people had to find a spiritual sustenance. If an aunt in her fifties and sixties could dance a square dance in the future, she might know a good old man to have a sunset or something. It is obviously impossible for this era to happen. Chang also doesn't like the entertainment that women are used to. They recite the Buddha's name, copy scriptures, burn incense, and pray. If time is accidentally overtaken, it is a good spiritual sustenance.

"This mom can rest assured," Zhang Han said with a smile: "There is nothing else in Qingcheng, there are many Buddhist temples. The largest one is called Yinding Temple. The famous living Buddha is worshipped. Now I have gone to Kulun and I will invite him back to preside over Buddhist affairs in the future."
Chapter completed!