This son-in-law is wicked in a good way!

Zhang Ping'an picked up his pen and wrote down the title of the poem.

"Sympathy for the Peasants"

When the hoe was on the day of the day, Khan dripped down the soil.

Who knows that every grain of rice on the plate is the result of hard work?

After finishing writing, he abruptly threw the pen on the ground, glanced at Lu Qingyin with disappointment, and strode away.

Lu Qingyin stared blankly at the poem, her pretty face pale, her mind and spirit shaken.

Shen Yunshang also came over and slowly recited the mantra.

Then, his face was filled with shock.

"Every grain of rice on your plate is the result of hard work!"

"No wonder he said we were wasting food, Qingyin, we really were wasting food."

"From now on, I will never leave a single grain of rice behind when I eat."

Everyone else gathered around as well.

I carefully read and appreciated Zhang Ping'an's poem.

"What a wonderful poem! Another timeless masterpiece!"

Although most of these people write poetry at a similar level to Chu Shijie, they still have a certain level of appreciation.

When a pile of excrement is placed alone in front of them, they might think that's food.

But when a bowl of rice and a pile of excrement are placed in front of them together, they certainly won't treat the excrement as rice.

After reading it, Mr. Li Du nodded and said admiringly, "Not bad, not bad. This poem is just as good as mine."

"What does the Crown Prince think?"

Chu Shijie touched his nose: "I think it's a little better than our poem, but not by much."

However, when no one was paying attention, he watched Zhang Ping'an's departing figure and secretly clenched his fist.

Damn it, he got me.

Lu Qingyin stood there blankly, not even hearing Shen Yunshang call her.

She had just been arguing righteously against Zhang Ping'an, but now she was filled with shame.

Especially when she looked at the old farmer bending over in the field, straightening each rapeseed seedling they had trampled down, Lu Qingyin suddenly felt incredibly guilty.

"He's right. What we're doing isn't helping farmers at all; it's wasting food."

"His level of achievement is something we can only look up to."

Shen Yunshang also agreed: "The person who could write this poem must have a deep understanding of the suffering of ordinary people."

"I think Zhang Ping'an is a good person."

Zhang Ping'an, unaware that he had been given a "good guy" card, rode a fast horse back to the yamen.

Not long after returning to the yamen, Chu Di and Chu Tian came to attack.

The restaurant reserved a private room specifically for Chu Tian.

Chu Di, looking like he was about to interrogate someone, shouted, "Young Master Zhang, the three-day deadline has passed, and you should fulfill your promise."

Zhang Ping'an laughed and said, "I was just about to talk to you about this!"

"The method to summon heavenly lightning is complete. I will send someone to those two mountains this afternoon."

Chu Di asked with curiosity, "It really summons heavenly lightning? No way, I want to go and see for myself."

"No, absolutely not." Zhang Ping'an refused decisively.

He didn't want Chu's brother to take such a dangerous risk as blasting the mountain.

"Why?" Chu Di asked, puzzled.

She dreamed of seeing the heavenly lightning summoned.

"If someone is watching, my method won't work," Zhang Ping'an casually made up an excuse.

"How could that be! You must be lying to me!" Chu Di wasn't stupid. How could a cultivator's immortal techniques be afraid of being seen?

Zhang Ping'an could only plead for help from Chu Tian with his eyes.

Chu Tian said, "Since Young Master Zhang said we can't look, there must be a reason. Chu Di, you should do as Young Master Zhang says!"

Then he looked at Zhang Ping'an with a serious expression: "Young Master Zhang, the homes of hundreds of thousands of disaster victims in Yuzhou depend on you."

"Don't worry, Brother Chu, we should get news back in seven days."

The journey from the capital to Yuzhou would take about a day and a half by fast horse, but considering the need to carry over a thousand kilograms of explosives, it was impossible to travel quickly.

But it should take three days to reach the destination.

Including the time for blasting the mountain and the return trip, seven days is enough.

"Alright, then I'll await your good news." Chu Tian raised his glass. "I wish Young Master Zhang all the best in advance!"

"Dry!"

Hongbinlou Restaurant, private room.

With their faces bruised and swollen, Zhang Qi and Zhang Wu stared at the well-dressed Zhang Shu and launched into a tirade of curses.

"Zhang Ping'an, that good-for-nothing, is a traitorous beast!"

"Look what he did to my older brother and me!"

When Zhang Wu got angry, it aggravated his wound, and he gasped in pain.

Zhang Qi said angrily, "What's most hateful is that Father seems to be very afraid of that good-for-nothing now. We've suffered such a huge loss, and he still sternly warned us not to provoke Zhang Ping'an again."

"Tell me, if you were in this situation, could you swallow this insult?"

Zhang Shu wore a sympathetic expression, but inside he was overjoyed.

Those two idiots, the eldest and the third, actually got themselves into such a mess by that good-for-nothing Zhang Ping'an.

"Eldest brother, third brother, don't worry, I won't leave again after I return from my studies abroad. I will avenge you!"

Zhang Qi and Zhang Wu immediately looked at him with expectant faces.

"Second brother, second brother!"

"How do you plan to help us get revenge?"

Zhang Shu smiled slyly: "I have my own brilliant plan."

Zhang Qi said with some worry, "But I'm afraid Father won't agree."

Zhang Shu sneered coldly: "I bet Father has something he can't say for sure. He's probably worried about the people behind Zhang Ping'an. Actually, he wants Zhang Ping'an dead more than anyone else."

"I'll go and discuss this with my father right away."

Zhang Qi and Zhang Wu were overjoyed.

"Second brother, if you can persuade Father, dealing with Zhang Ping'an will be a piece of cake!"

Zhang Shu tilted his head back and downed a glass of wine, then suddenly stood up: "I'm going back to see my father right now."

Zhang Mansion.

Zhang Xuanling's study.

Zhang Xuanling was quite satisfied with his second son.

Zhang Shu was also the most successful of his sons.

"Shu'er, what are your thoughts and insights from your study abroad trip?"

"I have many insights to share. But those are not the main points. I have something very important to discuss with my father."

Zhang Shu said with a serious expression.

Zhang Xuanling, who was sitting behind his desk, stood up, walked to Zhang Shu, and pointed to the tea table next to him, saying, "Sit down and let's talk."

"Yes."

Zhang Shu personally poured Zhang Xuanling a cup of tea before saying, "Father, my eldest brother and third brother just came looking for me."

Zhang Xuanling's face darkened: "Hmph, those two good-for-nothings, were they looking for you to deal with Zhang Ping'an?"

Zhang Shudao said, "Father, please calm down."

"Doesn't Father want to deal with Zhang Ping'an?"

"I want to, but..." Zhang Xuanling still dared not reveal the Empress's identity.

"In short, never mess with Zhang Ping'an again. Otherwise, you'll face endless trouble."

Zhang Shu became even more certain of his guess and confidently smiled, "Father is probably worried about the person behind Zhang Ping'an!"

Zhang Xuanling remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.

Even if the Empress found out, it was his son who guessed it, not him who leaked it.

"However, right now there's an opportunity to deal with Zhang Ping'an without revealing that it was our doing. Would you like to hear about it, Father?"

Zhang Xuanling pondered for a moment: "Tell me about it?"

Zhang Shu smiled and said, "Didn't Zhang Ping'an just resolve the disaster victims' problem recently? He won praise from countless people, and even many court officials praised him highly."

"Once he wins His Majesty's favor, he's likely to gain significant power!"

"What do you want to do?" Zhang Xuanling narrowed his eyes, staring intently at his son.

Zhang Shuyin chuckled, "This time there are hundreds of thousands of disaster victims, radiating from Yuzhou to the surrounding areas. If disaster victims in other places also know that there is food, drink, and money in the capital, what do you think Father will think?"