Concubine’s Rebirth (II) Lin Family, whose ancestors were founding generals, with generations of military and literary talents, highly regarded by the previous emperor and respected by officials.
By Lin Zheng Yue’s generation, though not an official, he was skilled in business, monopolizing the imperial court’s cloth and kitchen supplies, thus considered wealthy and having some face in the court.
Lin Zheng Yue had one wife and three concubines, with one son and three daughters.
I floated on a cloud reviewing the materials and asked Time Travelerbeside me: “The Lin family’s records are quite extensive. Have you finished studying?”
“Done,” Time Travelernodded, closing the notebook. “I think the Lin family is bound to have a fierce conflict.”
“Why?”
Time Travelershrugged: “A piece of cake.” He looked at Gou Hun again, “You’re early, let’s begin.”
Gou Hun seized the soul, Time Travelerinjected a living soul, something they had coordinated thousands of times before. They quickly completed the task. By nightfall, it would be enough to keep the Lin family busy.
Time Travelersaid: “Gou Hun, are you staying to go back together, or will you submit the task first?”
Gou Hun glanced at me lightly and said: “I have other tasks, I’ll go back first.”
After Gou Hun left, Time Traveler sighed: “I thought with three missing one player, pulling Gou Hun would complete a mahjong table, playing for eighteen rounds. I didn’t expect the gambling-addicted Rebirth Kingto let him go.”
I said casually: “He doesn’t play mahjong.”
I paused, then laughed: “After being neighbors for over a thousand years, I know these things.” Seeing him nod, I relaxed slightly, then reconsidered and asked, “Three missing one? With Gou Hun, that’s only three, right?”
“Dummy,” Time Traveler raised his chin with a profound look, “If you just think for a moment, you should know who arrives earliest in such a place.”
I thought for a moment and exclaimed: “Zhai Dou!”
Wherever there is a framework needed by mortals, Zhai Dou must build it. Just like wherever there is a jianghu, Jianghu will definitely be there.
How could I not have thought of this? Hey, Gou Hun, come back, let’s play mahjong.
“Chuan, Zhong.”
Hearing this word-by-word call, I knew it was Zhai Dou. He always spoke sparingly, never wanting to say more words in front of anyone.
