Chapter 82

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Amidst the cherry blossoms dancing in the wind, Misaki opened the old diary and read the words of the promise written there.

The night banquet at Wu Feng Wine Shop was arranged very well. Although Tang Zheng felt a bit like it was a mix of agricultural and heavy metal, every dish and every ice cream was at least quite delicious.

People kept finding Tang Boyuan and his group to discuss the cooperation with the shops on West Street.

A group from Bai Lian Workshop kept drinking and playing finger-guessing games with Tang Xiaotang, a group of rough men drinking merrily with a little beauty...

Before the banquet ended, Tang Boyuan and his group had to leave early due to other matters.

Tang Zheng patted Tang Xiaotang's shoulder, "Are you done yet?"

"What... What's wrong?" Tang Xiaotang stood up, her half-drunk gaze hazy and alluring, the two red flushes on her face like the thorny flowers she had tattooed on her waist, fiery red.

"You've had enough, let's stop." Tang Zheng smiled and took the glass from her hand.

Strictly speaking, Tang Xiaotang was still a minor under eighteen, and should be in the age of prohibition.

However, seeing that she was quite happy today, Tang Zheng did not stop her too much.

But he firmly prevented Xiao Lingdang from taking a glass.

As a teacher, one must maintain the dignity of a teacher!

"Since Master... Master says so, then... I'll stop." Tang Xiaotang bowed to the men from Bai Lian Workshop, "We'll meet again... another day."

"Sure, sure." The craftsmen from Bai Lian Workshop had never drunk with such a beautiful girl before, so they quickly stood up to return the courtesy.

The night passed quickly.

Ban Yilou was so happy that he kept drinking with Mo Feng, one cup after another. Afraid that he might have some problem due to his age, Tang Zixie quickly found an excuse and arranged for someone to send him back to Ju Bao Pavilion.

The "Dagger Appraisal Conference" finally ended...

The guests gradually left.

The social practice of the Tang Family Castle also came to an end...

Originally, the purpose of this social practice was for Tang Zheng to teach students while learning casting. Now that he had mastered the basics of casting and had used money to suppress Bai Lian Workshop, and obtained the promise of Bai Lian Workshop to keep their word, there was no need to continue.

At dawn, the sky was still dark.

The carriage prepared by Tang Zixie was parked at the door of Wu Feng Wine Shop. The shopkeeper personally saw off all the people from Tang Family Castle, and added with great enthusiasm, "Come again next time!"

The return carriage was configured the same as when they came.

Tang Zheng, A Zhi, Old Ghost, Tang Xiaotang, and the Meng sisters, six people in one carriage.

"Master, what will you teach us next after we return?" Tang Xiaotang, half-drunk, leaned against the back of the carriage and asked Tang Zheng with a smile.

"Continue with 'The Starlight History.'" Tang Zheng replied.

"Hmph, who said 'The Starlight History' was full of errors?" A Zhi still remembered the time he was tricked by Tang Zheng before the social practice.

Tang Zheng said nothing, just patted the full book box next to him.

The return carriage was filled with laughter and joy.

The Tang Family Castle was now at the height of its power in Wulong Town. As the children of the Tang Family Castle, they all felt that a new life was about to begin.

Tang Xiaotang was originally talking to Tang Zheng, but somehow turned to Xiao Lingdang. In the end, the two little girls were clapping their hands and singing songs together.

Soon, the other carriages in the convoy also echoed with their songs...

Tang Xiaotang had drunk a lot today, so as she sang, her head tilted and she fell asleep on Tang Zheng's shoulder.

Tang Zheng looked at her helplessly and did not push her away.

"Mmm... Master..." Xiao Tang's mouth mumbled in a daze.

"Uh?" Tang Zheng replied, "I'm here."

"Master... sweet, sweet."

"Me? Sweet?" Tang Zheng was shocked.

"Pfft, I guess this girl is still thinking about the ice cream she had earlier." A faint smile appeared on Meng Fenghua's cold face. She took a blanket from behind the backrest and covered Xiao Tang.

With a swoosh, Xiao Lingdang crawled into the blanket, "I want to sleep too."

Then, this little thing didn't hesitate, found a comfortable spot on Tang Zheng's lap, and fell asleep.

The carriage curtains were not pulled down.

The sky, just before dawn, was filled with shining stars.

A cool breeze blew in from outside, making A Zhi shiver. He took a blanket and wrapped himself up like a caterpillar.

Tang Zheng was lost in thought, looking out the window at the starry sky.

It looked very much like the sky from his previous life, but the world it covered was completely different...

However, today he had enjoyed the ice cream!

"Um, next time I'll also bring instant noodles." Tang Zheng thought, looking forward to a bright future.

Although this future was a bit unambitious.

...

The carriage traveled from West Street to East Street, then left Wulong Town.

A Zhi glanced at Tang Zheng several times.

Seeing his hesitant look, Tang Zheng laughed, "If you have something to say, just say it. I won't give up on you just because you ask a stupid question."

A Zhi's face darkened, "I heard the craftsmen from Bai Lian Workshop say that you gave them daggers worth hundreds of purple gold?"

Tang Zheng smiled, "Do you want one too?"

"Who... Who cares!" A Zhi wasn't that kind of person, "I just don't understand. You held this Dagger Appraisal Conference to get back at Bai Lian Workshop, but why did you give them the daggers later? What are you trying to do?"

Hearing A Zhi's question, Meng Fenghua also looked at Tang Zheng.

From the initial confrontation to the later gift of the daggers, and then the drinking and merrymaking, the whole process was indeed a bit confusing.

"Is it because of Lan Shaoze?" Meng Fenghua asked softly.

"Um..." Tang Zheng nodded, "Yes, but not entirely. The daggers were meant to be given to Bai Lian Workshop, but... if Lan Shaoze hadn't caused that commotion, it wouldn't have been so easy to give them."

A Zhi glared at him, "Are you really sick? Why give them to Bai Lian Workshop?"

Tang Zheng asked, "What do you think I should have done?"

"Of course, you should have vented all the anger they made you suffer, insulted them a few times, made them sign a promise, and then kicked them out!" A Zhi replied.

Tang Zheng looked at him seriously for a long time, then said, "Do I look like such a shallow person?"

A Zhi looked at him.

Meng Fenghua looked at him.

Neither of them answered, but their eyes betrayed their thoughts.

Tang Zheng was speechless.

What was the purpose of casting this dagger? To invite Lu Huang to Wulong Town and have him custom-make a secondary equipment for him!

If he had really done what A Zhi suggested, it would be hard to imagine what Lu Huang would make for him when he came...

Maybe just a folding chair.

"You think I gave them a dagger? That's shallow! Too shallow!" Tang Zheng tapped A Zhi's nose.

"..." A Zhi stared at him.

"Is there something else?" Meng Fenghua asked uncertainly.

"Even though Bai Lian Workshop offended me, I admire them, their works, and their craftsmanship. Is that wrong? So, what I gave them is not just a dagger!"

Meng Fenghua and A Zhi looked at each other.

They both shook their heads.

A Zhi had only one feeling—this guy was definitely bluffing!

Tang Zheng held up a finger, "Of course, what you see is just a dagger. Because you don't understand the spirit of craftsmanship, the pursuit of a craftsman... but Bai Lian Workshop does. They will understand that what I gave them is not just a dagger, but... sentiment! A great sentiment! Do you know what sentiment is?"

"Cough, cough, cough..." A Zhi almost choked on his saliva.

"Exactly, that dagger represents my hard work and dedication to casting, my soul of casting that views money as dirt..."

Meng Fenghua and A Zhi both looked stunned.

What the hell?

Hard work and dedication to casting? Most of the materials were handled by Ban Yilou, right?

Viewing money as dirt is true, but what about the soul of casting?

"What is sentiment, can you eat it?" Xiao Lingdang, still half-asleep, rubbed her eyes and asked drowsily.

"..." Tang Zheng was instantly defeated.

"I won't say more. You feel it for yourself." Tang Zheng pulled the blanket up on Xiao Tang and reached out to close the curtain.

But just as he reached out, his eyes suddenly narrowed.

A Zhi also felt Tang Zheng's breathing tighten and frowned, "What's wrong?"

Tang Zheng didn't answer him but shouted loudly, "Stop the carriage!"

Tang Zheng and his group were in the first carriage.

So, when they stopped, the carriages behind them also had to stop.

Tang Zixie and the others jumped off the carriages behind and asked, "What's going on? Why aren't we moving?"

The night before dawn was the darkest and the quietest.

The rustling of the grass in the wind did not bring any vitality to the night, but made it seem even deeper.

Tang Zheng jumped off the carriage and looked straight ahead...

Tang Xiaotang, who had woken up, and Tang Zixie and the others stood quietly behind Tang Zheng, looking at the calm road ahead.

"Master... do you need to relieve yourself?" Tang Xuan stared at the road for a long time and asked Tang Zheng in confusion.

Tang Zheng shook his head, stopped them, and took a few steps forward, then quickly retreated.

Just as the children of the Tang Family Castle were all confused, Tang Zheng suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed upward, "Zixie, flying knife!"

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