Wang Xiaoer with a Dream

After refusing, Wang Xiaoer immediately regretted it.

So Wang Xiaoer hurriedly said, "But Master, if you have someone to introduce to me, I wouldn't necessarily refuse. Although I haven't grown up yet, I can try out the relationship first."

Seeing Wang Xiaoer's excited expression, Zhang San only had one thought in his mind: Holy shit.

Then Zhang San gave Wang Xiaoer a punch.

"Ow!" Wang Xiaoer held his little head and cried out in pain.

Zhang San angrily said, "Day after day, what are you thinking about!"

Wang Xiaoer seemed to finally understand something. Dejectedly he said, "So Master, you weren't going to introduce a partner to me."

Zhang San scolded, "I wanted to tell you, as an assassin, getting married is completely incompatible with our professional requirements."

"But my dad got married."

"That's the minority! You have to know that women can seriously affect our professional safety."

Wang Xiaoer suspiciously asked, "Master, why do you think so?"

But Zhang San asked back, "Then I'll ask you, why do you want to get married?"

At this moment, by the way, for professional safety, Zhang San was also a "master of rhetoric."

Simply put, he was extremely eloquent, and the main reason for training this skill was to reduce the other person's guard through conversation during missions in order to deliver a fatal blow.

Therefore, in carpenter, bricklayer, blacksmith and other series of occupations that seemed to have nothing to do with the assassin profession, the priority that Zhang San placed on training conversational skills was also very high.

So Zhang San knew very well that in the act of "questioning", if you don't know how the other person will answer after asking a question, it's better not to ask that question, because that will make it difficult for you to respond in time afterwards.

After sorting out his thoughts for a whole day, Zhang San was fully prepared.

Now no matter how Wang Xiaoer answers, for example, "I want to get married in order to have offspring to pass on" or "to pass on our orthodox lineage" or any other answer, Zhang San is prepared for all of them.

However, Zhang San was still disappointed in the end, because reality always went one step further!

Wang Xiaoer replied, "I want to get married because I want to serve my mother..."

Zhang San was stunned for a moment, completely unexpected that this would be the answer.

He thought of how Wang Xiaoer's mother had already passed away, but Wang Xiaoer still didn't know about his mother's situation to this day.

Zhang San somehow suddenly softened at heart.

Zhang San gazed at Wang Xiaoer and asked earnestly, "Was it your mother who hoped you would get married?"

Wang Xiaoer shook his head and said, "No, actually..."

Seeing Wang Xiaoer hesitate, Zhang San said, "Actually what? Just tell your master, your master is not an outsider."

Wang Xiaoer looked at his master sincerely and said, "I hope that the person I marry in the future can do housework, because my dad is always out either doing missions or helping the weak and downtrodden. My mother is frail and always takes care of everything alone. It would be great if someone could help her."

Zhang San was immediately moved. He gently patted Wang Xiaoer's head and said softly, "Anything else?"

Wang Xiaoer said, "I hope she can cook northern dishes. My mother is from the north and loves to eat them the most."

Zhang San nodded, "What else?"

Wang Xiaoer said, "I hope she will also know some massaging and acupuncture medical skills. My mother always says this hurts, that hurts. When she hurts, I feel even more heartache."

Zhang San's eyes moistened slightly. He quickly hugged Wang Xiaoer so that he wouldn't notice anything.

Wang Xiaoer didn't know why his master suddenly hugged him, but obviously his master should have already agreed to him finding a wife in the future.

Wang Xiaoer excitedly said to Zhang San, "Right, Master, you must definitely help me think of a way in the future."

Zhang San was still moved and asked, "What way?"

Wang Xiaoer matter-of-factly replied, "Master, you must definitely help me think of a way that can help serve my mother in the future, and serve her filially, but also does not let the three of them meet each other."

Zhang San nodded and said, "Good, your Master will definitely he..."

Before Zhang San could finish saying "you", he was stunned.

It seemed something was wrong!

Doing housework, cooking, massaging...

Holy shit!

Zhang San punched Wang Xiaoer on his fontanel and angrily scolded, "You little bastard! Always thinking about what!"

"If you won't help then don't help! Master, can you stop always hitting me!" While rubbing his little head with both hands, Wang Xiaoer said, "And Master, we actually don't necessarily have to meet each other in this modern era. It's common to have concubines nowadays!"

Upon hearing these words, Zhang San, who had his sleeves rolled up and fists raised, really could not hold back anymore.

It turned out that any gentle, patient guidance and education was useless bullshit.

Violence really was still the most useful in teaching after all.

So...Wang Xiaoer was violently beaten by his master again, and again, and again.

Oddly though, Wang Xiaoer seemed particularly persistent on the matter of getting a wife. No matter how hard Zhang San beat him for half a day, it was completely ineffective.

This made Zhang San start to think that he would have to use some other methods to transform Wang Xiaoer's ideas about relationships between men and women.

Maybe he could make use of those bandits.

Having finished beating Wang Xiaoer, Zhang San stood in the moonlight and thought this.

Over the next few days, Zhang San took out the map of Dawu Country he had, as well as the various rumors he had heard along the way over the past few months.

The war with neighboring countries in the north of Dawu Country was still going on. It was very chaotic there, although the turmoil also led the underground societies to become more rampant. But the cautious Zhang San still felt it was not suitable to go.

The south of Dawu Country had always been peaceful, but the prefect of Baiyun Prefecture, the underground factions, and because of the 50,000 taels bounty for Hei Shanhu's death, the southern underground factions were searching for any clues related to the killer of Hei Shanke and Lin Nu.

Although Zhang San was very careful, the painting and calligraphy shop was just a cover for his identity. The person who appeared in front of the neighbors in Xiaoyun County was his disguised face, and even his voice was changed.

Zhang San was confident that it was foolproof, but for the sake of prudence, he decided that he should avoid the prefectures in the south as well.

That left only the central region. But which of the major prefectures in the central region should he choose?

These days, staring at the map, Zhang San had been thinking about this all along. Plus there was fish and meat in the bandit stronghold, which was always better than being exposed to the elements outside.

After staying in the bandit stronghold for a long time, Zhang San even thought that no wonder everyone wanted to be an underground businessman.

Exploiting others felt so evil yet wonderful at the same time!

However, in the days at the bandits' stronghold, some very strange things happened frequently...

For example, some bandits said that recently the taste of the mountain spring water seemed a bit strange.

Also, several bandits got poisoned!