Zhang Er's health has not been very good these years, so after Wang Buxu ascended the throne as emperor, he resigned from office and rested at home.

This is a very smart decision, but it is also a very helpless decision forced by reality, and it is also dragged down by my own body.

Zhang Er even felt that if his body hadn't failed to live up to expectations, how could he be a minister now?

In the midst of his wild thoughts, Zhang Er gradually couldn't hold on any longer and just lay on the ground and fell asleep.

Wake up and go to bed?

Sorry, there are no beds these days.

Once the cases were removed, a layer of mattress was spread on the floor, and it became a bed for people to lie on.

In addition, the weather has become cooler recently, so even the living room where guests are entertained has warm mattresses on the floor.

So when the servants saw Zhang Er sleeping, they didn't wake him up. Instead, they took a quilt and covered him with it.

It wasn't until sunset that Zhang Cang returned home.

The pressure at work is really too great, and no one can feel relieved.

Zhang Cang plans to make up for himself tonight so that he will not have the energy to deal with work tomorrow.

"Master, the second young master is waiting for you at the house. He will be here in the afternoon..." Zhang Cang was about to make arrangements, but Old Fu spoke first.

"Oh? Just him?" Zhang Cang was stunned for a moment.

He knew that Zhang Er was in poor health. Although there was an age difference between the two, Zhang Cang still regarded Zhang Er as a junior.

Zhang Er's health has been poor in the past two years. On weekdays, I always send people or go to visit him in person, do what an elder should do, and then comfort him, let him rest more, and don't always torture his body.

Run there.

"It's just the second young master." Old Fu said.

Zhang Cang frowned slightly.

At this point in time, and what happened today, Zhang Cang certainly knew Zhang Er's purpose of coming here.

Even he was ready.

But I didn't expect that only Zhang Er himself came.

Where has his unsatisfactory great-grandson gone?

Didn't we have a grand banquet before and it was very majestic?

Now you don’t even have the courage to come to the door?

He actually asked his unwell grandfather to drag his sick body to the door to inquire about the situation?

Thinking of this, Zhang Cang couldn't help but turn pale for a while. He felt that there were no two women tonight, so his anger would not be gone.
Chapter completed!