Xia Dirui spoke slowly and softly, and her expression was gentle and gentle, which made Zhu Yidong secretly praise him. He is worthy of being a direct child and always so well-educated. Compared to his own son, he is too incompetent.

Zhu Feng and the three little boys finally understood what was going on. Seeing Xiao Di accusing her of robbing her mobile phone, all the dirty water was poured on the faces of the three of them, and she was in such pain that she could not speak. She was right, and her previous style of being a gangster girl immediately changed and turned into an image of an extremely pure and good girl.

But the three of them didn't dare to argue, so they stayed beside them pretending to repent, and gave each other a resentful look, and said to themselves: "I just beat me so hard, I must return it later!"

The old butler walked over slowly, sorted out his bow tie, and didn't look at Zhu Yidong and his wife and a few naughty children, and said, "Miss, the old man asked you to come over."

Zhu Yidong and others showed an unconcealed envy in their eyes. It was a great honor to be received by the old man and the old housekeeper to personally convey the news.

"Yes." Xia Dirui replied softly.

Zhu Yidong hurriedly smiled and greeted: "Uncle Ding, you are getting more and more energetic."

The old butler nodded slightly, as a response.

Xia Dirui smiled and said, "Uncle Yi, then I'll go there first."

The old housekeeper was a little behind. When Xia Dirui walked away, his smile calmed down and said coldly: "Yidong, discipline your children in your family well and don't bring disaster to yourself!"

Zhu Yidong was shocked and his spine was covered in cold sweat: "Yes, yes! I understand!"

In theory, the old housekeeper was just a servant of the Zhu family and was just a servant of the Zhu family. Zhu Yidong was a subordinate of the Zhu family, so why did he respect the old housekeeper respectfully and like a gray grandson? It turned out that the old housekeeper had followed the old man to conquer the world since he was a child. He was a close minister. He watched Zhu Qingshen grow up personally, and he was trained by him. He was very powerful in speaking and could barely be considered half of the master of the Zhu family. The difference between this is very big.

Not only myself, but even my elder brother Zhu Qingshen dared not disrespect him.

What the old housekeeper said is also worthy of fun. Usually, elders warn some disobedient children and nephews, and the words are just "please pay attention in the future" and "Next time, weigh your position!", which always leaves room for people and things will not be done too well. Look at what they say now: "Don't bring disaster to yourself" and so on. The words in them are no longer just a simple warning, but an extremely heavy threat to life. This is something you have never seen before, so why don't you feel inexplicably scared?

Is the old man going to make new moves?

Looking at the old butler's back gradually fading away, Zhu Yidong wiped his sweat hard, his calves soaked in instant noodles like boiling water for five minutes, and he couldn't stand up softly.

The Mingde Building in Yongle Manor is decorated in simple and elegant, with a small Baroque style villa with three floors above and below. A pot of fragrant orchids are often placed behind the columns of the corridor. The flower pot is a work from the Jiajing period of the middle of the Ming Dynasty. A modern leather sofa may burn light sandalwood. On the wall reflected by the Greek wall lamps are calligraphy works by a certain master. The brushwork is vertical and horizontal and magnificent, which complements the wall lamps of classical Greek sculptures. The typical combination of Chinese and Western styles is neither foreign nor earthy, but it makes people feel very harmonious.

Xia Dirui walked into the study and smiled sweetly at the old man who was leaning obliquely in the Grand Master's chair and smoking, "Grandpa!"

The old man was the former head of the Zhu family, Zhu Qingshen's father Zhu Yumo. He is 69 years old this year, and his hair and beard are still black and strong, and his face is not too many wrinkles. He looks like a middle-aged man in his early fifties.

The old man was tiring in the first half of his life, suffered countless hardships, and underwent countless pressures. He looked like a sixty-year-old man under less than fifty years old. Later, he handed over the power to his son, enjoyed his old age, devoted himself to Chinese culture, and his body gradually recovered, which was stronger than before.

The old man was tall and burly, wearing a white silk nightgown, sitting in a chair with a line-mounted version of the Chongzhen engraved book "Du Gongbu Seven-character Regular Poems" standing behind him. The health care doctor standing behind him was only half a head taller than him.

When he saw the delicate little granddaughter as a doll, he said to him. The old guy smiled comfortably and said, "Ruirui, are you willing to come back to see grandpa?" He waved to the health doctor, who bent over and left the door.

Xia Dirui stepped forward and grabbed grandpa's hand, smiled cutely and said, "Ruirui missed grandpa."

"Your father said you ran away from home, which made me worried that the old man couldn't sleep for several nights." Zhu Yumo sighed: "Grandpa is old. Since your grandma left, she has become more and more fragile. She can't stand the separation of life and death. She is afraid that what you get will be lost."

Xia Dirui said softly: "Grandpa, Ruirui misses grandma too."

Zhu Yumo turned off the cigarette butt in the ashtray, thoughtfully and said, "Well, time is invincible..." Then he shook his head and smiled, saying, "Ruirui, do you think grandpa is boring?"

Xia Dirui saw the old guy's knees and said, "Man cannot defeat time, but man can defeat man himself. Just like Du Fu, although he lived more than a thousand years ago and his corpse had disappeared, his thoughts remained forever. Everyone who has read Du's poems must be shocked by his writing style and talent, sighed by his feelings of worrying about the country and the people, and moved by his thoughts of compassion for the world. At this point, he has gained eternal life and his spirit cannot be destroyed."

The old guy's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but sigh: "Ruirui, if you are a boy, my Zhu family will dominate the world in the next fifty years."

"Grandpa, Ruirui just wants to study hard." The little girl smiled foolishly as if she was cute.

The old guy asked: "Ruirui, are you unhappy about whom you ran away from home?"

Before Xia Dirui could answer, he asked and answered himself: "Hmph, I am also very dissatisfied with your parents. That boy can afford to manage a huge family, a small four-me-a-three family. Not only your father, but your mother also looks like that. Forget it, don't mention them again. I heard from your father that you have some ideas about how to deal with the invasion of foreign forces?"

Xia Dirui thought that good things didn't go out and bad things spread thousands of miles away. Men liked this kind of struggle. Even grandpa was alarmed and said with his cherry lips, "Grandpa, I'm talking nonsense, don't be surprised."

The old guy laughed and said, "Grandpa is too late to be happy, why do you get weird?"

Xia Dirui carefully recalled Chen Huayao's theory and said: "A family that has stood firm for hundreds of years depends not only on the hard work of one or two generations, but also on the leadership of a talented leader. The family is a part of our entire nation and the whole country. Only when the country prospers, the family will prosper. If the country suffers, the people will become slaves, and no one will be spared. Our family relies on the country, and the country gives us the foundation for growth. When the country is in danger, if we do not stand up, the next one will be affected."

The old guy nodded heavily, obviously having a deep understanding, and asked again: "I remember that among your six teachers, no one has taken similar courses."

"Well, as I read more history books, I gradually got some of my own ideas."

The old guy patted his thigh and said, "It's good to look at history. Looking at history can broaden people's thinking and depth of thought. Ruirui, please help grandpa take that box of cigarettes."

Xia Dirui took the cigarette to light it for his grandfather and asked, "Grandpa also likes to read history?" This question was a bit clear.

The old guy was really happy and said with a smile: "Of course, grandpa has been resting at home over the years and has read many books. I will introduce you to the books you like. Well, Records of the Grand Historian, Zizhi Tongjian is too obscure. You are still young, let's start with the beginning. Mr. Lu Simian's "General History of China" is very good. Those foreigners do not love books, what kind of climate can the Holy Lord Mary become?"

The little girl remembered her brother's words and said, "Foreigners often mocked us in the media for being a country with lack of faith. They made the most important point wrong. Faith is not to believe in a fictitious god and heavenly father. Establishing a mythological system is called faith. There are many types of faith, believe in people, believe in God, and tokens. What our country believes in is ancestors and history. We record history, write history, guide history, update and create the future from history, and they don't understand at all."

A spark suddenly burst out in the old guy's eyes: "You look like a young man I've seen before. I've run away from home for a few days, have you seen him?"

"Who?" The little girl was panicked, plucking her hair that fell from her forehead, and laughed: "Ruirui has been traveling around the world during this time. She has just finished traveling to Southeast Asia and has never seen any special person. Who is that?"

The old guy smiled faintly and said, "Hehe, a young man is also quite precocious and precocious. At that time, he was less than 20 years old, just like an old man in his thirties. His views are surprisingly similar to yours. I once invited him to join Hongwu Company and let him protect the Zhu family for twenty years. I promised him the most powerful power and marry the most beautiful woman in his family to him..."

The little girl asked hurriedly: "Did he agree?"

The old guy shook his head and said, "That boy rejected me. Alas, he is old, and even recruiting talents has lost his former charm."

"Grandpa is old, grandpa is young, and he has to live another fifty years."

The old man smiled and rubbed his granddaughter's head and said, "I hope I will inherit the auspicious words of Ruirui from my family. There is a set of "General History of China" published by Zhonghua Bookstore in 1995. If you take it back, you can flip it out. You should also write some experiences when you read it."

"yes."

Xia Dirui turned around and her eyes were suddenly attracted by a calligraphy work on the wall above the bookcase. The handwriting was well written, with smooth strokes, erect and scattered, and had a great momentum of a master. It contained a sad emotion, but what kind of emotion it was, she could not understand at a young age.

The above is an ancient poem.

"The grass is breeze on the shore, and the boat is alone at night. The stars hang on the flat and the vast wilderness, and the moon surging the river. How can the name be written? Officials should be old and sick. What is the floating like? There is a sand gull in the sky and the earth."

The original author of this poem was Du Fu. In 765 AD, Du Fu resigned from Yan Wu's position as the governor of Sichuan Jiedu. Soon after, Yan Wu died, and he had nowhere to rely on him. So he bought a boat to go east and passed by Yuzhou. He wrote this poem when he was in Zhongzhou.

The breeze blows the tender grass on the shore, and a lonely boat stands on the mast at night. The quietness of the night, the loneliness of people is desolate.
Chapter completed!