Young Master Zhu sized up Gu Zhang. He was dressed in a sheepskin jacket and spoke the official dialect, so he clearly wasn't a local.
Considering Gu Zhang's words, Young Master Zhu thought for a moment. 'Since they're just lodging here, Young Master Su must have approved it. The manor steward wouldn't be bold enough to let people stay here on his own authority.'
But arranging for them to stay at the manor also meant they weren't important guests.
'Probably some distant relatives or neighbors looking for a handout.'
Of course, Young Master Zhu could also see that Gu Zhang had something of a scholar's air about him, but he looked more like a farmer.
However, no matter who they were, Young Master Su was someone he couldn't afford to offend. Young Master Zhu smiled. "So it's Mr. Gu. Let's speak inside."
Gu Zhang followed him inside. "Not at all, not at all. I'm the second-born in my family. Just call me Gu Er."
