Chapter 239 What else would you do besides eating and drinking?
Chapter 239
"I said……"
"Think about my son and I have to endure all the hardships and live an ignoble existence..."
"My eldest grandson..."
"Sister, my biological sister..."
"Changsun Wuji, are you a man in the end?!" Yang Qian finally darkened his face and couldn't help shouting.
"Boss, isn't it your sister? Well... isn't it just that my sister can't recognize you? There's nothing to cry about."
"I……"
"What am I? Tangtang is nine, eight...well, Tangtang is a six-foot man. You must have some masculinity after all."
"You! I'm seven feet two inches." Changsun Wuji wiped the tears on his face, his whole body felt bad.
What do you mean by the surname Yang? You are a damn six-foot man. Is my eldest grandson Wuji that short?
"Okay, you're seven feet two, and your tears are almost eight feet tall." Yang Qian just laughed.
This was the fault of ancient weights and measures, which made Yang Qian always a little unable to grasp the scale.
(To emphasize the point, what is referred to here is the scale in weights and measures. There are no experienced drivers here, so please don’t drive.)
Changsun Wuji, who had been complained about by Yang Qian, sat on the couch, his expression still depressed, and Yang Qian sat opposite him.
After thinking about it, he finally couldn't bear to have someone serve him a cup of tea with a complex taste. Instead, he asked Zhili to pour him a cup of boiled water.
"Grandson, what are you going to do next?"
Changsun Wuji looked at the crystal clear water in front of him with confusion on his face. What the hell is this?
"This is boiled water. My young master doesn't like the taste of tea soup."
As expected of Zhili, who has been working as a personal book boy for many years, he immediately noticed Changsun Wuji's strange explanation.
Changsun Wuji suddenly picked up the cup, his expression seemed a little disgusting. Suck... Ha...
"???" Yang Qian was stunned. He glanced at his own cup and then at Changsun Wuji's cup. What the hell...
"Sorry, I'm used to drinking tea soup. I'm used to drinking it like this."
"Well, let's finish the tea soup for the eldest grandson, so that others won't think that our Yang family is reluctant to even drink tea when entertaining guests."
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The moment Changsun Wuji drank the tea soup, his eyes could not help but turn slightly red. He closed his eyes, thought about it for a long time, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing the darkened face of Yang Qian sitting opposite, he said a little embarrassedly.
"Wuji was thinking of the time when he was traveling around. During that time, it was rare to have a clean sip of tea or even water. He got a little carried away and was rude..."
Since sister Wu Guo could not recognize her brother, she must continue to stay in the Yang Mansion, which made Yang Qian secretly happy.
Out of obligation, I asked a more pressing question.
"Drink more if you like. I wonder what your plans are, Changsun?"
"My mother has passed away, and my father has also passed away. Only my little sister and I were supposed to depend on each other. But who could have imagined such a thing."
Changsun Wuji shook his head, his expression looking so desolate and sad.
"Since my uncle has gone to Tuyuhun, it seems unrealistic to join him now..."
Yang Qian's previous analysis had already severely hit Changsun Wuji, and now his sister doesn't recognize him either. The repeated blows really made Changsun Wuji quite depressed.
"Well, since Wu Guo doesn't recognize you, you and she are brother and sister after all. If you don't mind, then you can live in my house for now."
"Take good care of yourself and think about the next step."
After much thought, Changsun Wuji could only do this. He stood up and saluted Yang Qian, about to express his gratitude.
Yang Qian continued to speak. "However, if you stay here doing nothing all day long, this is not a long-term solution."
"Okay, can you read?"
"...Literacy?" Changsun Wuji immediately got angry. What do you mean? What do you mean?
I am the dignified Doctor Jin Ziguanglu, the heir of the Governor of Yangzhou, and you actually ask me if I can read or not.
Changsun Wuji couldn't help but snorted coldly, with a confident and calm look on his face.
"...I am not only literate, I am also proficient in writing and writing, and I can even understand a few things about bow and horse.
During these few months of living abroad, I have become very proficient in fishing, making fires, and identifying wild vegetables."
"The experience during this period has made me understand a truth. Once a person is pushed into a hurry, he can learn and do anything."
Yang Qian smiled and took a sip of water. "It seems that even if I push you into a hurry, you still can't do such a thing as giving birth to a child."
"So, don't be so absolute about everything. I'm just joking with you, but what if someone really takes it seriously with you?"
"..." Changsun Wuji finally understood that this guy was deliberately trying to cause trouble.
I can only look at this bastard with a dark face and resentment. When I think that my sister is still in this person's house, I really need to stay, and I can only hold back my anger.
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Yang Qian stopped teasing him, rubbed his chin, and thought about the various talents that Yang Mansion was in urgent need of.
"I wonder, Zhangsun, if you can settle accounts, or measure the area of fields or something?"
Changsun Wuji looked at Yang Qian, his face was a little embarrassed, and he was embarrassed to say.
"...I'm not very good at arithmetic, and I'm not very good at measuring field area either."
"Then are you proficient in farming?"
"……Won't."
It was Yang Qian's turn to be unhappy. He looked up and down at Changsun Wuji, who was very playful and could not even give a shit when asked about serious matters.
Apart from eating and drinking, what else will you do with the Zhenguan name and appearance?
"Then tell me yourself, apart from being literate and proficient in writing, what else do you know about running and managing family affairs?"
"..."
It was difficult for Changsun Wuji to face Yang Qian's disgusting gaze. How could he, who had been pampered since childhood and loved by his parents, know those things?
Seeing Changsun Wuji's expression of embarrassment, Yang Qian shook his head helplessly.
"Grandson, it's not that I look down on you, but Yang always feels that as a man, he must have some skills.
Only by possessing a certain skill can one obtain wealth and support one’s family.”
"But look at you, you are literate and proficient in writing. Which of the scholars in the Sui Dynasty can't do these things?"
"You are sixteen, so you are older than Yang. Is it possible that if you have no way of becoming an official, you will just make a living by copying and writing for others?"
It seemed that Yang Qian's eyes hurt his self-esteem, and Changsun Wuji was a little unhappy.
"But in addition to being proficient in writing and writing, I can also play the piano. I am confident that my piano skills can even be better than those of ordinary musicians."
"Heh... Zhili, come and show this eldest grandson a lesson." Yang Qian just laughed.
"???"
(The following number of words is free) Thank you to the book friend Broom Star for your support. I am a little tired today. If I can’t code it in the third update, I will try to make it up tomorrow. Please rest assured that I will work hard tomorrow if the weather clears.