dognovel Chapter 250 Zhao Ji, who was deeply loved by middle-aged and elderly women
Chapter 250 Zhao Ji, who was deeply loved by middle-aged and elderly women
Li Zhen gently pressed Fang Zhen's number in his contacts, and a familiar voice quickly came from the other end: "Hello, Fang Zhen? I have an urgent matter to ask you. Could you contact that workshop that made the iron swords and armor before, and we can place an additional order for 20,000 sets? Just tell them that this batch of goods is for the filming of a large-scale historical drama, and make sure the quality is guaranteed."
Despite the slightly tight supply of goods, Li Zhen resolutely decided to embark on his journey home, first returning to his hometown to visit Zhao Yingluo and their child. After all, they hadn't seen each other for far too long, and their longing was overwhelming.
Stepping out of his house, Li Zhen headed straight for the barbershop downstairs. His slightly long hair and beard stood out conspicuously under the soft lights of the barbershop. Tony, the barber, looked up and was instantly speechless with astonishment, mistaking Li Zhen for some eccentric performance artist who had come specifically to challenge his barbering skills.
After getting a haircut, showering, and changing, Li Zhen, dressed in a well-tailored casual suit, set off on his journey home. The back seat was neatly arranged with toys and snacks he had carefully selected for his children, each item a testament to his deep longing and love for home. As the car smoothly entered the highway, Li Zhen unconsciously pressed the accelerator, the car speeding away, his emotions surging. At that moment, he deeply felt the urgent and warm emotion of "eager to return home," as if every inch of the journey was shortening the distance between him and his family.
After a three-hour drive, the scenery along the way flashed by like a film reel, finally settling on that familiar and warm little town. Before even stepping into the house, Li Zhen's gaze caught sight of his father, who was sitting leisurely under the weathered old willow tree, engrossed in a game of chess with his father-in-law, Zhao Ji.
Father Li shook his head slightly, and said to Zhao Ji with a mixture of amusement and helplessness, "Old Zhao, you really need to change your habit of taking back moves. You've almost taken back every single piece on the board this morning. If this continues, our game will probably turn into an endless 'take-back tournament'."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Ji's face was filled with a warm smile, as if the outcome of the game was of no concern to him. He joked, "Old Li, I've been busy consulting with the masters in the chess manuals, but who knew your style of play would be so unique, completely unpredictable, making it a bit hard for this old man to keep up."
Li's father looked at Zhao Ji with gentle eyes and asked, "What kind of profound chess manual are you holding in your hands?"
Zhao Ji smiled slightly and proudly waved the book in his hand, "It is this book, 'Masterful Moves in the Chess World,' which has been quite popular lately."
After speaking, he gently handed the book to Li's father. Unexpectedly, Li's father only casually flipped through a few pages, then smiled slightly, and the chess manual was set aside like a fallen leaf. He patted Zhao Ji on the shoulder and said earnestly.
"Old Zhao, have you ever considered that this small chessboard actually contains the secrets of ancient battlefields? There are countless military strategies, passed down through the ages, but their essence lies in adaptation. Chess manuals are ultimately the crystallization of the wisdom of our predecessors, but they are also rigid rules; while we are living souls, we need to learn and apply them flexibly. Besides, my way of playing chess has always been unorthodox, how can I follow the rules step by step, strictly adhering to the chess manuals? If I did, it would be strange if I didn't lose!"
At this warm and ordinary moment, Li Zhen slowly drove the car to the two elderly people, gently stopped the car, then opened the car door and stepped out steadily.
Bathed in the warm sunlight, with a gentle and sincere smile on his face, he softly asked Zhao Ji, "Father-in-law, how have you been these days? Are you finding your residence here comfortable? Are you filled with joy and peace?"
Before Zhao Ji could even begin to explain himself, Li's father interrupted, "Look at your father-in-law! He's quite the big shot in our town now! Not to mention his flowing calligraphy, people come to ask for his work every day. What's even more amazing is that he's become the 'Dance Queen' of the town's middle-aged and elderly women. His square dancing is absolutely stunning, captivating everyone!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Ji's face flushed red. He tried to remain calm, but could not hide his embarrassment. He then straightened his face and walked straight into the house, leaving Li Zhen and his son standing awkwardly outside the door, looking at each other.
After two warm days with his family, Li Zhen resolutely decided to embark on a journey north to the distant Mao Kingdom. Since his fierce battles with the Jin and Song armies, his arsenal had been emptied and desperately needed replenishment.
He had already planned this trip, determined to make a large-scale purchase, stocking up on battlefield consumables such as shells and bullets to ensure he would have no worries in the future.
As they parted, Zhao Yingluo asked softly, her voice barely audible, "My husband, now that we've returned, will we go back to the misty, rainy Song Dynasty, or will we stay here and make our home in this bustling world?"
Li Zhen was filled with mixed emotions. In truth, he desperately hoped they could stay in the modern world. After all, the living conditions here were worlds apart from those in the Song Dynasty, not to mention the ever-present assassinations and conspiracies, which were practically distant legends in modern times. However, he also deeply feared that they wouldn't be able to bridge the gap between time and space and truly integrate into this fast-paced modern life. His heart was filled with ripples of uncertainty, and he couldn't make a decision.
After much deliberation, Li Zhen finally decided to consult Zhao Ji, so he called him to his side and waited for his words.
Li Zhen secretly pondered, thinking that Zhao Ji would gladly agree to stay, but upon hearing his words, he couldn't help but feel somewhat surprised.
Zhao Ji said softly, "This place is indeed a paradise on earth, breathtakingly beautiful, but I know I do not belong here. Therefore, I have decided it is better to return to where I am."
And so it was tentatively decided that after Li Zhen returned from the north, he would lead everyone back to the Song Dynasty. Seeing that everything at home was settled, Li Zhen immediately took a plane to the northern border and, through his own channels, found his old friend Tovalev.
Now, Tovalev has risen through the ranks again, and although he has taken on the heavy responsibility of supplying military provisions, he still generously promised Li Zhen that he would provide a large quantity of weapons and ammunition. Of course, heavy firepower is another matter, but for conventional military equipment such as rifles and bullets, Li Zhen's needs have become an unspoken agreement in his words—as much as needed, he can provide.
At this moment, the struggle between Russia and India was raging fiercely, escalating like a life-or-death battle between two wild beasts in the wilderness. This vortex of conflict had drawn in numerous Western countries, all eager to shed their outer garments and prepare to wield their weapons in this contest. However, Russia was not alone. Kim Jong-un, from the East, to demonstrate his stance and resolve, dispatched tens of thousands of troops, directly throwing themselves into this chaotic war. In an instant, the land was engulfed in flames of war, various forces intertwined, and the scene was so grand and bustling that it was truly breathtaking.