Chang Le could occasionally add a few words. As a child of a noble family, Chang Le had been instilled with this kind of knowledge reserve by Mr. Jiang San since he was a child.
Only Zhou Lan was lagging behind. The reason was that he had a weak foundation, which was a level that even his father had never been exposed to.
But it didn't stop him from hearing it so drunk. A few years later, his Zhou family may not have such a legacy.
When I go back to the study in the evening, in addition to reading and writing, I organize my notes by myself. But occasionally I need help from my brother-in-law.
Jiang Changxi has been staying in their study for a little longer recently. She also made a copy of her notes, based on the aristocratic families, the history, and the rumors of unofficial history that her husband told about.
It is placed on a large sheepskin, and even the in-law relationships of those aristocratic families are marked in it. It is very intuitive and can be understood at a glance.
Zhou Lan glanced at it, threw away his notes, and focused on following his wife to organize her large sheepskin.
Occasionally it was too messy, so Zhou Lan would find a new sheepskin and make a new copy.
Don’t be afraid of trouble. Anyway, when sorting it out, just let yourself remember it again. Sort it out twice more, you don’t need to remember it specially, you will know it in your mind.
When my husband came over after half a month of classes, none of the three disciples were left behind. They even gave him a compiled parchment note.
After my husband saw it, he could only say that each generation is getting stronger than the previous generation. This writing is too detailed.
The key point is still: "How to write these small characters."
Jiang Changxi: "There are too many aristocratic families, and the sheepskin is too small. We also need to record the rise and fall of an aristocratic family. An aristocratic family is only so big in a small place. For convenience, the disciple got a special pen tip to record it. The color of the ink,
The disciple has also made it carefully developed. Although the taste is not good, the ink will not fade easily."
The gentleman stroked his beard and nodded frequently: "It's amazing, it's amazing. When I finish talking about these aristocratic families, your sheepskin will be full and it can be used as a family heirloom."
Followed: "Today's clan maps are not as intuitive and easy to remember as yours, and they are complete. Why are the unofficial histories and legends still recorded?"
What Jiang Changxi is most proud of is this: "Anyway, there is a place."
Jiang Changle: "If these unofficial histories and legends can be verified clearly in the future, they can be marked on them."
Mr. Xin said, something like that can be regarded as a lifelong career.
The teacher looked at Jiang Changxi and said: "You are using your crooked talents in the right place, but it's a pity that there are so many unofficial histories and legends that it is hard to be elegant."
Jiang Changxi disagreed. Without these wild histories, these aristocratic families would not be so vivid: "Sir, I want to see how to use it."
The teacher disliked his disciples for being too sophisticated and putting their thoughts in the wrong place: "Go and listen to the lectures outside the door."
Jiang Changxi drooped the corners of his mouth: "Sir, there are no outsiders, who are you going to show this to?"
The husband gets a headache just looking at her. He always tries to find something to do: "You are suitable for outside listening. It will affect their learning."
Jiang Changxi pointed to his nose: "Sir, is that the disciple's fault? Do you want to take care of the character of your two direct disciples first?"
You can't be biased like this. Besides, even if it is true, she is still a touchstone, and her usability cannot be denied.
The master snorted and scolded the two disciples in a low voice: "They are worthless." Otherwise, why would he, the master, be run over by his disciples?
Zhou Lan lowered his head and blushed a little: "Sir." It must be said that he was indeed influenced by Chang Xi.
Jiang Changle: "Sir." It's all because of his sister's grievance.
Mr.: "No need to ask." Then he put the sheepskin away.
Jiang Changxi glanced at it and said to herself, "Sir, you just accept gifts and don't show any kindness. That's bad."
Zhou Lan faced the difficulty and said to Mr. Tong: "Sir, you will have a rest tomorrow. Li Langjun invites his disciple to bring Chang Xi to be the best man."
The husband nodded. Those who need to move among classmates said: "Tomorrow, I will take Chang Le to Baoding Mansion for a walk. You can do whatever you want."
Zhou Lan happily thanked Mr. "Thank you, sir."
Chang Le felt aggrieved, why couldn't he take such a fun thing with him: "Why do I still have to attend class next to my husband?"
Master: "If you want to take classes, sir, I can do that too." The disciples are all grown up and each has his or her own circle. Chang Le cannot always come and go with the older disciples, so the master keeps the younger disciples close to him.
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Chang Le didn't dare to be pretentious anymore. He would continue to study if Mu Xiu was not allowed to do so. He stayed beside the teacher and said softly: "Sir, I am trying to comfort my brother-in-law, because I am afraid that he will think that you are doing something for me."
The teacher rubbed the bun on the little disciple's head and said, "Well, it's a good thing you have a good mouth." Otherwise, a disciple like this would have to be punished every day.
Chang Le, this shameless person, said: "Sir, please don't praise me, you will make me proud."
The gentleman walked away in a huff. He had never seen anyone climbing along the pole.
Chang Le, the villain, complained first and complained against Zhou Lan, his brother-in-law: "You must have made my husband angry."
Zhou Lan took the blame, otherwise what would he do? Who would let him be his brother-in-law: "My mouth is too stupid."
Chang Le put his hands behind his back, pretending to be an adult, and nodded deeply: "It should be so."
Zhou Lan gritted his teeth angrily, this was his brother-in-law, and he would have kicked anyone else: "Let's see what you can do."
Chang Le grinned and happily climbed onto Zhou Lan's back. Uncle Lang and Uncle laughed together, and Zhou Lan carried his brother-in-law on his back after class.
My husband all turned to the inner room and saw such a scene. I really can't praise them enough. What happened.
Because he is going to be a guest tomorrow and plays such an important role, Jiang Changxi is trying on clothes, so he can't be too shabby.
Chang Le brought Zhou Lan to his sister's house and Chang Xi's boudoir. He could come and go freely.
Zhou Lan was more reserved and didn't have many opportunities to come in. So he looked at his wife's house out of curiosity.
Jiang Changxi asked the two people for their opinions: "Do you think this suit is suitable for me to wear?"
Jiang Changle looked at his sister who was dressed a bit older and wore the same color as her mother-in-law: "Shouldn't she be dressed more festively?"
Jiang Changxi: "I'm afraid it's not good. What should I do if I take over the honors? Women are very small-minded. You don't understand. I think it should be more solemn. After all, as the best man, I am still a little young."
Zhou Lan: "No matter how dignified she is, she is still younger than the bride, given her age."
Jiang Changxi: "Let's just say that you, Brother Li, do things too casually and it's very embarrassing." You are too young and can't hold back.
Looking at his face, he said sadly: "Do I want to look older?"
Chang Le: "I think Li Langjun knows it in his heart. He doesn't need to be too deliberate. Just be casual. But you can't make yourself ugly just to set off others. You can dress up how you want."