Three hundred and fortieth chapters every festival
Zhou Lan just wanted to comfort Jiang Changxi, but unexpectedly he was hurt by his wife, who was also a fallen person in the world.
Zhou Lan: "Okay now, there is still a husband here. The three of us, master and apprentice, are celebrating the New Year together, so we need to make it more lively."
Jiang Changxi: "So, our master and disciple are really destined to be together. If we were not together, we would be alone."
Why is this topic so sad? Are they just hugging each other to keep warm?
Zhou Lanxin said, "You are not. You still have parents and brothers. People who are celebrating the New Year dare not dwell on such sad things and ruin the atmosphere."
What's more, they are now husband and wife, and they will always be together from now on. Why are they lonely? They are complete as husband and wife together.
It's a pity that my daughter-in-law has only been away from her parents for the first year, so I can't be so comforted.
Jiang Changxi: "When my mother-in-law wrote last time, she asked us if we wanted to go to the capital to celebrate the New Year?"
Zhou Lan was in a state of confusion and blurted out: "Are you going to Kyoto to worship the ancestors of the Li family?"
After saying that, he regretted it and said to cover it up: "Mom must not have expected so much."
Regardless of the year, living people celebrate the New Year, and their deceased ancestors also have to worship. Therefore, the meaning of the New Year is very special.
In this ceremonial invitation, my mother-in-law obviously forgot that the Zhou family needed to worship their ancestors. No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn't even open my mouth to comfort her.
Jiang Changxi just pretended not to hear the sad and resentful sneer, but changed the subject: "Speaking of which, you still need to go to the husband and ask, I have prepared the things for ancestor worship there.
I don’t know how you plan to worship your ancestors. I don’t know the customs in your country either.”
Zhou Lan: "I've asked, sir, I wanted to go to a temple outside the city a few years ago. I'll be back on the same day."
Jiang Changxi: "Speaking of which, we should still find a master wife for us. It doesn't matter on weekdays. During the New Year's Day, the husband is too lonely. Otherwise, how will it be the disciples' turn to help with these things."
Zhou Lan tried to speak as briskly as possible: "I'm afraid I don't think so, sir. Last time I discussed this issue with my husband, he said that if I had a master's wife, how could it be so convenient to give private money to my disciples."
Jiang Changxi said in his heart that this is the master’s eccentric eldest disciple, and he said coldly on his behalf: “You gave up your master’s wife just for the sake of personal money?”
Zhou Lan: "It was the master who gave up starting a family so that his disciples could live a more relaxed life."
Jiang Changxi fell into conspiracy instantly: "Sir, are you talking like this to force me to give you monthly money?"
Zhou Lan laughed and said, "That's not the case."
Jiang Changxi: "But I think that's it. Sir, he dislikes me for holding the money too tightly."
Zhou Lan: "Not at all. You are called managing the household well. Look at the granary in our house. You are looking at our savings. If Chang Xi hadn't managed the business properly and managed the household well, how could he be like this?
The storehouses are full of gold and silver, and the storehouses are full of grain.”
The pride in Zhou Lan's words is definitely not adulterated.
Jiang Changxi blushed when she was told that. Although she was often proud of this, she really didn't dare to say it out loud: "Humility, modesty, there really isn't that much gold and silver."
Zhou Lan flattered his wife without any shame: "I believe Chang Xi will meet her sooner or later."
Jiang Changxi was said to be a little arrogant by Zhou Lan, mainly because it was also her life goal: "I think so too."
Then the couple laughed, and the atmosphere was just right, without Chang Le suddenly popping up to cause trouble. Jiang Changxi felt that it was normal to develop something, and he had a little expectation.
Zhou Lan felt the heat on his face, as if he was drunk. He tried hard to wake up and finally moved away from his wife's face.
Then he looked into Jiang Changxi's eyes, swallowed his foam, and with a swish, returned to the house.
Jiang Changxi clucked, wondering what was going on, satisfied or not, he ran too fast, and he didn't do anything.
Can you please share your thoughts? If this continues, she will have a psychological shadow.
People who talk about consummating their marriage all day long turn out to be talkative people.
The night when the two of us could talk and read together became so lonely.
During the Chinese New Year, the biggest change in the Zhou Mansion was that Jiang Changxi cut off half of the two old plum trees on Zhuangzi that her husband liked, and planted them in every room in the two small courtyards of the Jiang Mansion.
Grandma Zhou said that during the Chinese New Year, everyone should add some joy.
Only Mr. Mei's toothache from anger is quite good, but it can't be such a disaster.
No wonder she couldn't read the Book of Songs, and she didn't have any talent at all. She was in a very elegant state, but she couldn't stand the vulgarity she was subjected to.
Jiang Changxi was not angry even after being criticized like this by her husband, so she took her husband to write a couplet together.
No matter how big a person you are, sir, you are not picky. Can you just post things that this old man has made?
Jiang Changxi looked at his master's cold face and was not afraid at all: "Sir, if you don't write, then this disciple will do it with difficulty, and he may not show his timidity in front of you."
The teacher looked at the female disciple in horror: "What do you mean?" You dare to say this, don't you know what your own handwriting skills are, and you have the nerve to show it to embarrass yourself?
It is really rare for a woman to be so kind-skinned.
Jiang Changxi was even more shameless than the teacher thought: "I have written it and posted it in front of your door, so you can watch it live here."
The husband said coldly: "Can you read the words? Don't you know what to say?" He posted it on the door of his study room, deliberately making it uncomfortable.
Jiang Changxi: "There is nothing I can do. You don't want to write, and the disciples are helpless."
Mr.: "Huh, make a good study room, it's very elegant, but the other things are very tacky."
Jiang Changxi: "Are you celebrating the New Year? It's just for fun. Besides, Lao Mei and the yard are already like this, so it's not bad."
You also know that these things of yours make you look tacky and unappealing. He was so angry that he pulled his beard.
The reason why Mr. Zhaobei is angry is just because he is afraid that he will feel lonely. If Mr. has a family member by his side, even if he has a son and a half daughters, it will not make the disciple angry and play to relieve his boredom during the New Year.
The gentleman who was celebrating the New Year didn't want to see the disciple's eye-catching words and make himself unhappy, so he could only write two couplets by himself.
One is hung in the study room, and the other is hung at the door. I am afraid that if someone posts this thing on the door, if someone reads the disciple's words, he will be embarrassed along with the disciple. If he is really forced to have no choice, who makes the gentleman not thick-skinned enough?
Woolen cloth.
As a result, early in the morning, wherever there was a door in the house, these things were posted. Fortunately, the handwriting was all written by a male disciple, otherwise the husband would not be able to eat.
Fortunately, the meal was well cooked and put my husband in a good mood. It could ease his mind.
But the whole courtyard made Mr. too lazy to open his eyes to see it, it was so vulgar.
After dinner, Zhou Lan and Jiang Changxi even accompanied their husband to a temple outside the city to offer incense.