After chatting, Jiang Changxi was very sure that, with a flower stuck in the cow dung, Li Langjun was lucky to have such a wife.
The conversation was brief and deep, but there was actually nothing much to say. We admired the flowers and chatted, and Mrs. Li took her leave.
Of course, they expressed their gratitude to Zhou Lan and his wife in a polite manner, not too unfamiliar, not too eager.
Jiang Changxi really likes this kind of interaction, and the distance is very comfortable.
Overall, the impression is good. At least it is much better than that of Mr. Li Langjun who took his husband out to see others.
So when the couple were chatting in the evening, Jiang Changxi expressed his admiration for Mrs. Li. Of course, she mainly said that Li Langjun was lucky.
How could Zhou Lanneng not dare to say anything? My wife’s impression of Brother Li has never been very good.
As for Li Langjun's wife, I'm sorry that men and women eat separately. Zhou Lan didn't even look at her carefully, let alone get along with her, so she can't comment.
In order to fulfill his duties as his wife said, Zhou Lan studied hard, which led Chang Le to follow suit, and the time for the two of them to turn off the lights became later and later.
Jiang Changxi was worried about their eyes, so every day he prepared some eye-candy and liver-protecting food to nourish the scholars in his house.
No matter how good Dagui's craftsmanship is, if he eats these things for a long time, his master and disciples will feel numb when they see him.
It's a pity that the female disciples are very persistent, just like they insist on studying, and insist on protecting the eyesight of a few people.
It has been two months since I arrived in Baoding. When I entered the small courtyard, I saw a persimmon tree with yellow leaves.
I heard that all the students in the academy who are going to take the provincial examination have already set off.
Zhou Lan has been studying very seriously recently, but when it's time to hold hands, he doesn't delay at all.
Jiang Changxi knew this. He was a man who learned to fall in love without delay. He really gained a lot of experience.
Zhou Lan also said privately that holding the little hand especially stimulates his spirit of learning and enterprising. If he holds the little hand twice more, he can read for half an hour more.
Jiang Changxi really didn't understand the principle.
Zhou Lan said shyly: "I can't sleep because I'm thinking about you, so why not just read at night."
These words made a daughter of a boudoir think deeply, and no matter how she listened, Zhou Lan was trying to seduce her in different ways.
Jiang Changxi nodded with a stupefied expression and could only pretend not to understand. She would never follow Zhou Lan's topic and discuss it in depth with him.
I thought to myself, that would be a good use of time.
As long as you can read it, my little hand will be regarded as a sacrifice.
Of course, if you eat the tonic soup that is good for your eyesight, you will drink more. This is a vicious cycle.
Recently, my husband is helping Chang Le choose a school.
My husband, like Jiang Changxi, feels that Chang Le should go to school, and friends of the same age are still needed.
Mr. Family Genealogy has pretty much told the two disciples, and it is up to the disciples to digest the rest.
Through this period of study, Zhou Lan has a clearer understanding of the aristocratic family. As for how advanced it is, it depends on how far he has understood it and how deep his teacher will follow it.
However, the matter of choosing a school for Chang Le was still very difficult because there were too many opinions. The four masters and apprentices came to four conclusions, and they did not take into account the opinions of Mr. Jiang San and his wife.
In the end, my husband got impatient and said, "Just go to the official school and study together with my uncle. What's wrong with that?"
Jiang Changxi: "The distance is too far, and it's too troublesome to study there. We often let people gossip."
Master: "Since you have become my disciple, you don't need to worry about those gossips. It's all about your ability that you can get in."
Followed by: "No more distinctions are allowed, I have the final say on this matter." That would be unreasonable.
Jiang Changxi: "Mr."
Teacher: "I didn't insist on sending him to my old friend's school, so let's forget about your insistence."
Chang Le and Zhou Lan said: "The master said yes, and I will listen to the master." So the matter was settled.
Chang Le also comforted his sister: "Only those without strength are afraid of others gossiping. I have the strength, so I am not afraid."
Jiang Changxi said in her heart, is that what it is? It would be nice to be closer to home. I still have to pick up and drop off my children after school. You are depriving me of the joy of picking up and dropping off my children.
Jiang Changxi: "Chang Le, are you really going to go to official school? It's very hard."
Chang Le frowned, became unhappy, and said pointedly: "In your heart, I can't endure hardship, so I can't compare with him."
Jiang Changxi looked at Zhou Lan and then Chang Le, forget it, I won't say anything.
Looking at the master and apprentice, the siblings said they were almost done, so Zhou Lancai said: "Although they are both official schools, they can study in Kyoto in separate schools according to their age. At Chang Le's age, he happens to be not far from our house."
It was perfect in an instant, and Jiang Changxi was happy: "That's so thoughtful."
Sir, I really don’t know that there are such considerate arrangements in the college.
The problem was solved, Chang Le went to school, and Mr. Fu Shang became the most leisurely one.
He took the children around every day, and sometimes went out for three or five days. When Zhou Lan and Chang Le encountered academic problems, they would deal with them together.
Of course, most of the time, my husband is still at home, giving lectures to his two disciples every morning and evening. They are all treated like direct disciples.
Jiang Changxi is still the one who skips classes.
Jiang Changxi just came back from Zhuangzi that day, and saw the long-lost Lady Jiang arriving again.
Jiang Changxi looked at the sun in the sky and estimated the time: "Why are you coming at this time? Don't you have to go back home today?"
Mrs. Jiang said with a wizened expression, "I'm going back to my parents' house to stay for a few days. I told my mother to come over and find you."
Jiang Changxi: "You are living more and more relaxedly these days. You can still go back to your parents' house to stay for a few days. Even if your mother-in-law doesn't say anything, your grandmother will allow you to be so indulgent."
For the first time, Mrs. Jiang did not speak harshly in front of Jiang Changxi: "I know now that your life is really good. Face and other things are not that important. It is better to live a relaxed life."
Jiang Changxi looked at Mrs. Jiang, who looked lethargic, and knew that this guy was probably stimulated: "You were stimulated by something, and I forgot to ask you how you handled the matter last time."
Mrs. Jiang: "What else can I do? It's just like that. Life is going smoothly without you."
Jiang Changxi: "You only envy my relaxed life, but don't think about it. I go out to the village all day long to arrange the autumn harvest and arrange the winter storage. Not to mention the hard work, I also have to bear the responsibility of eating, drinking and urinating for so many people.
It’s nothing to worry about.”
Second Lady Jiang: "You are showing off."
As God testifies, Jiang Changxi really found it hard to run during this time. She simply stopped talking nonsense to Jiang Er.
Mrs. Jiang: "I can't even wait for the day when I can be the master of my own family. That's such a desirable thing. If my parents live together and live together, if I want to live a life like yours, I'm afraid my hair will be all wet."
It’s boiled.”
Jiang Changxi looked at Jiang Er's lack of energy and said, "If you really want to be more relaxed, you don't have to be a scorer."