It turned out that the book was read to Jiang Changxi, the Book of Songs, or the Book of Songs. Jiang Changxi could only say that he had heard it before and was familiar with it, but he really didn’t understand its meaning.
So reading it is in vain.
As for practicing calligraphy, Jiang Changxi could tell that Zhou Lan's handwriting was much more wild today than in the past.
Seeing Zhou Lan put down the pen, Jiang Changxi took it directly to dry, and then put it away himself.
Jiang Changxi was considering whether to let this guy stop drinking completely, or to go all out and let this guy develop his drinking capacity. This is a question worth thinking about.
As for rest, it's more troublesome. Zhou Lan is looking for Chang Le all over the house, so Jiang Changxi naturally can't do it.
The drunk man was so noisy that Jiang Changxi poured a bowl of goat's milk directly into Zhou Lan's mouth. Perhaps because he found the familiar taste, Zhou Lan fell asleep immediately.
Jiang Changxi's nose was so angry that he didn't know whether he cared about Zhou Lan's drunkenness or whether he cared about finding a brother-in-law instead of a wife after getting drunk.
Jiang Changxi couldn't accept these two answers.
Fortunately, Jiang Changxi had enough strength to carry Zhou Lan, who was drunk and asleep, to their house.
This is the man of my family who is reluctant to give him hangover soup, otherwise he would have used the same trick against his second brother-in-law long ago.
After taking off Zhou Lan's coat and covering him with a quilt, Jiang Changxi knew that there was no need to think about it and let him practice his drinking ability.
Isn't it worth feeling bad at all?
Over at the Jiang Mansion, Mrs. Jiang watched Jiang Changxi leave, and suddenly felt that there was nothing worth complaining about that she was pregnant with a child.
The house is full of unmarried young ladies, why are they showing off? The rest are all those who have given birth to children, which is so boring.
Mrs. Jiang Er looked at her daughter who had stopped and pointed to her forehead: "You."
Mrs. Jiang Er disagreed: "This is the only time I can show off. Jiang San is too stingy. What's wrong with following me?"
Mrs. Jiang Er: "I've given you enough face. Think about when Sanniang has been so patient with you when she was at home? Don't bother me. I'm afraid that Sanniang will become impatient and lose face to you."
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Mrs. Jiang thought to herself: "Anyway, this is not the first time that she has refused to give me face."
I don't know what Jiang Changxi's expression was when he heard this. He must hate himself for his good temper, why did he save Jiang Er's face?
Mrs. Jiang Er doesn’t even know that their little lady has such a good attitude. By cooperating with you, she is just making herself uncomfortable.
If it weren't for the fact that there was one in her belly, Mrs. Jiang couldn't help but give it to her daughter to clear her mind.
Mrs. Jiang was in a bad mood at all: "Mom, please stop scolding me."
What can Mrs. Jiang do? Isn't this her biological daughter? "Your mother-in-law has no explanation."
Mrs. Jiang's eyelids drooped and her mood became even worse: "Maybe there is, but I just pretended not to hear it."
Mrs. Jiang Er sighed inwardly, she also has a son, how could she not understand what her daughter has to face.
He comforted his daughter: "Don't be stubborn, just think of yourself as one of the many needleworkers in the house." Otherwise, what can I do? Women are all here like this.
Mrs. Jiang Er raised her head: "Mom, tell me, if it's Jiang San, can she tolerate it?"
Mrs. Jiang Er's face was stiff: "Then you still need to ask. You see, the most worshiped person in your third room is the needlework woman."
Why, because there is no needlework woman in the third house, so I have to spend my own money to support the needlework woman. God knows how much the mistresses of other courtyards envy the money spent in the third house.
Mrs. Jiang Er pursed her lips tightly, and then said: "Mother, I am no different from Jiang San."
Mrs. Jiang Er sighed, just be stubborn. Can your father protect you like your third uncle protects Chang Xi?
After all, her daughter and her uncle were newlyweds. Mrs. Jiang Er felt sorry for her daughter and didn't say anything. She always let the children go and watch.
Since when a daughter is married to such a family, she always wants to be able to do as she pleases. If she has wronged her uncle, they just need to be nicer to him.
Isn't it always like this in the third room? Mrs. Jiang Er is still very able to comfort herself.
Poor second brother-in-law Jiang is still socializing with his father-in-law, brother-in-law, brother-in-law, cousin, and a bunch of relatives and old friends. I really envy my younger brother-in-law who can go back home to study.
He still didn’t know about his wife’s ambitions, let alone that his mother-in-law wanted to compensate him.
Zhou Lan was still dizzy when he woke up the next morning. He still remembered what happened yesterday. He felt a little uncomfortable.
It's a pity that when I saw Chang Xi, I mentioned it to my wife two or three times, but she always took the topic away from me.
Zhou Lan understood. Maybe the wife was shy and didn't want to mention it again, or maybe she drank too much and forgot.
Jiang Changxi: "Sir didn't come back yesterday. I prepared a charcoal stove on the carriage to warm the porridge."
Zhou Lan immediately said, "I'll take you back to your home, sir." After saying that, he secretly looked at Chang Xi, obviously trying to please his wife.
Jiang Changxi nodded happily. You see, if you have something serious to do, there won't be so much gossip. And looking at Zhou Lan's expression, he may have forgotten all the things he did while drunk and tormenting people last night.
I clicked my tongue in my heart, whether this wine was good or not.
Zhou Lan invited his wife: "Do you want to go for a walk together? It's boring to be alone at home."
Jiang Changxi wanted to go out for a walk, but she didn't want to accompany Zhou Lan, especially she didn't want to ride in the car with Zhou Lan.
So I shook my head: "There are a lot of posts in my house. If I come here on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, I'm afraid I'll have to go out as a guest. I won't be able to have time until the first month. I have to sort it out."
Zhou Lan felt a little regretful: "Don't work too hard."
Jiang Changxi just smiled. It must have been hard work, but it was a pleasure. Looking at Zhou Lan today, he is still very serious. Sure enough, he turned into a vixen after being drunk.
Then Zhou Lan stood up and wanted to leave.
Zhou Lan felt that he was being ignored by his wife, so he just stared at Jiang Changxi. Jiang Changxi had to stand up: "Husband, please don't rush on your way, safety is the most important thing."
Zhou Lan: "I won't worry you, Chang Xi. Then go over a little bit and put your wife in your arms."
He waited for his wife to get up, not just so that she could wish him a safe journey.
Zhou Lan: "Although it's a little late, I have to make up for this hug, and I'm looking forward to it."
After saying that, Jiang Changxi turned away with a red face, turned around and went out. He seemed a little uncoordinated in his hands and feet.
Jiang Changxi said in his heart, you should be thicker-skinned. If you persist a little longer, maybe I will give you a response.
Sighing, that's all. At least the hug last night made up for it.
And I also want to understand that Zhou Lan probably remembered the little thing on the carriage. He has forgotten everything after that. You see, if people remember it, it is a good thing, but it is a torment, and he will not remember it at all.
Then, it took a long time for Jiang Changxi's lips to raise. It turns out that Zhou Lan, who doesn't drink, also has the potential of a vixen. How great.
In fact, the expectations I mentioned last night were not all false.
(End of chapter)
Chapter completed!