Seeing the eldest son of the Confucius family in Qufu, Zhang Mu nodded quickly and echoed: "What the eldest son said is very true, it is a villain who believes in the rumors!"

"You can't blame you for this. The people in the world are all foolish people. As long as one person believes, there will be thousands of foolish people who will follow you blindly!"

Kong Xixue took a look with appreciation, and Zhang Mu, who could recognize his mistakes in front of him, nodded with satisfaction and said.

"For example, at this time, the sun shines brightly outside, and the whole sky is blue and cloudless. How can it rain?"

"The Master said: I don't say anything about strange powers and turmoils!"

"This kind of weather, let alone rain, even wind is impossible. Moreover, the Taoist priests on the rain prayer altar in the east of the city have been praying for more than a month, but they still have no effect. Obviously, this year must be a year of severe drought, and it is impossible to rain? The news of the rain must be just a false news that the Taoist priests deliberately said in order to seek credit from the emperor!"

It seemed that he had seen through the tricks of the Taoists, and Kong Xixue looked proud.

"Master, then the wood we placed in the side courtyard and the drainage culverts in the courtyard?"

On the side, the Zhang family housekeeper holding a notice in his hand looked awkward and asked tentatively.

The wood is a top-quality pear blossom tree that has just been transported from the south. Since the eldest son of the Kong family came to Nanjing to support him, Zhang Mu became ambitious and took out his old foundation and bought fifty top-quality pear blossom trees from the south.

The drainage culvert is a unique drainage culvert in the courtyard. In the past, it often rained heavily in Nanjing. Therefore, when building a house, people would leave some open channels and culverts in the four corners of the courtyard in advance for drainage.

"Hmph, it's just a rumor, why waste your effort?" Kong Xixue looked at Butler Zhang with some dissatisfaction and said indifferently.

Upon hearing this, Butler Zhang quickly smiled.

Seeing this, Zhang Mu also hurriedly said, "Since it won't rain, you don't have to pay too much attention!"

"Yes, Master!"

After hearing this, Butler Zhang hurriedly bowed and slowly retreated.

"Now, everyone in Nanjing City knows that the little real person said it will rain tomorrow. I want to see, if it doesn't rain tomorrow, where will the Wudang little real person's face be put?"

Thinking of this, Kong Xixue sneered and continued to say to Zhang Mu beside him: "Tomorrow, follow me and go to that Zhenyi shop. What are their abilities to come and suppress the Kong shop! By the way, let's take a look at the joke of the little Wudang man..."

"Yes, the villain is here first, thank you young master!"

Zhang Mu's face was full of joy.

Every day, there are so many powerful and noble gentry going to Zhenyi’s shop. As long as the eldest son goes with him once, his Ruisen Pavilion will be completely resurrected.

The more I thought about it, the more excited I became.

"Okay, I'm hungry, you go and prepare your meal!"

"yes!"

Zhang Mu quickly bowed his hand and walked out with a diligent look on his face.

At this moment, he completely regarded himself as a servant.

At the same time, in the yard.

After hearing the shouts and notices of the yamen runners on the street, the Taoist priests who were sitting together were full of anger on their faces.

"Fusheng Wuliang Heavenly Lord! I dare to ask Lord Qian, did the emperor make a mistake? It was obviously the rain that we were waiting for and praying for with hard work. Why were the yamen runners shouting the credit of Wudang Xiao Zhenren?"

An old man wearing a five-month crown, a blue Taoist robe and a pair of blue colorful shallow Taoist boots stood up and saluted slightly to Qian Yongren, the Minister of Rites beside him, and said solemnly.

"Zhang Zhenren is polite!"

Seeing this, Qian Yongren was happy, but his face was still full of helplessness and even a little angry.

Although this Zhenren Zhang is not the old god on Wudang Mountain, he is an old real man from the Tianshi Mansion, named Zhang Zhengde, and is the younger brother of the Tianshi Mansion. He has a high status in the Tianshi Mansion and the Taoist sect in the Tianshi Mansion!

As long as this old real person takes action, the little real person in Wudang will definitely be defeated!

Thinking of this, Qian Yongren sighed heavily and said.

"I am still a little bit resentful of this matter. I am one step slower. When I reported the rain to the emperor, His Highness the Crown Prince had already reported it to the emperor one step ahead of me, and said that the rain was said by the little master Wudang. Therefore, this slow step was to give the little master the credit for all the hard work of all the days. I am all resentful of this matter!"

"Oh, the Heavenly Lord of the Unlimited Blessings!"

After hearing this, Zhang Zhengde, who was already solemn, had a bitter look on his face in an instant, shouted a harsh voice, and sat down again with helplessness, never mentioning the merits of praying for rain again.

"I wonder why Zhenren Zhang is?"

Qian Yongren said with some confusion.

However, at this moment, Zhang Zhengde just sat there with a bitter face, lowered his head and ate without saying anything.

"Minren Li?"

"Tian Zhenren?"

Seeing this, Qian Yongren was shocked and quickly turned his head to the old real people who were highly respected.

But I found that the old real people who were already angry were all full of helplessness and kept silent.

There were only a group of young and old real people around them, some of whom were like these old real people, with helpless faces. Some were thinking about something, only a small part, but still kept their faces full of anger.

...

midnight.

In Kunning Palace.

"Zhongba, it seems that it is circulating outside the palace. It is Zi'an asking for rain, and it will definitely rain tomorrow?"

Under the dim candlelight, Queen Ma gently stroked the black hair on Zhu Yuanzhang's chest with her hands, while saying yes with some concern.

"There is indeed something wrong, but I think it's inappropriate?"

Zhu Yuanzhang closed his eyes slightly and replied comfortably.

"I'm not sure whether it will rain tonight or tomorrow. Just push Zi'an in front of you. If it doesn't rain, wouldn't Zi'an's face be lost?" said Queen Ma.

"But if it really rains, then the reputation of Zi'an and Wudang Sect will be further improved." Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly grabbed Queen Ma's hand and said.

"Does the emperor want to use the Wudang Sect to restrain the Heavenly Master Mansion?"

After hearing this, Queen Ma's eyes lit up and she said quickly.

"The big girl is still smart! Now the Taoist sect in the world is followed by the leader of the Tianshi Mansion. It's a good thing when we were there. If this continues, the Tianshi Mansion will become more and more dominant, it will be horrible that no one can restrict them again!"

Zhu Yuanzhang said slowly, "As for whether Zi'an's reputation will be damaged, it doesn't matter much. If it really rains, Zi'an's reputation will spread all over the world. Even if it doesn't rain, the people will not complain too much! Moreover, Zi'an's reputation is so high that as long as you provoke something, people may completely forget this matter!"

"This is the best!"

As he said that, a trace of worry flashed in Queen Ma's eyes.
Chapter completed!