The teacher looked at the unteachable virtues of the female disciple and said, "It's not just that you are stupid." Why are you unwilling to work hard?
Jiang Changxi said with a playful smile: "Mr. Quan should be the one to praise me."
Listen to what these words are saying? What else is there to say? This is an unteachable person.
The female disciple's mind was not on learning. If it had been about money, she would have jumped in headlong.
There are so many books in the study, but if you are careful, you should take the opportunity to read them all. As a result, the books in my study have no trace of being read.
Such a good resource is wasted. What can you say to such a disciple who is not enterprising?
After all, as a great gentleman, in front of his disciples, his reputation is more useful than his knowledge.
Mr. Wenzhai has long realized his true nature in front of his female disciples.
When Zhou Lan came back with Chang Le, he was taken directly to the academy by his husband. If he wanted the two disciples to improve their knowledge, they couldn't be as indulgent as they were with the female disciple, and they had to stay away from this female disciple.
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As a result, Chang Le was directly admitted to Zhou Lan's college this time.
If Jiang Changxi knew her husband's conclusion, she would agree with it from the bottom of her heart. It would be troublesome to mess with my mind. She also felt that Zhou Lan and Chang Le were hindering her from making money.
When the classmates saw Chang Le, they all called him Jiang Xiaolangjun. It can be seen that Chang Le is also well-known in the college.
The carriage behind the three masters and disciples also carried gifts. "Gifts cannot be wasted" and it actually makes sense here.
After Zhou Lan paid homage to the teachers at the college, classes will begin as normal tomorrow.
Of course, Mr. Wenzhai met with the gentlemen of the college and made the following plans for Zhou Lan's participation in the scientific examination next year.
As for Chang Le being here, you don't need to worry about it. Mr. Jiang San, the biological father, is not as useful as Chang Le himself, making the gentlemen more happy.
Before leaving, Zhou Lan shyly invited all the gentlemen and classmates to come over for a drink. As for what kind of wine to drink, Zhou Lanming really didn't need to tell him, Mr. Jiang San had already taken care of it for his uncle.
The gentlemen were still polite: "Don't worry, you'll arrive early. Your father-in-law has already given us the notice, and I'll give you half a day's leave then."
Zhou Lan was happy immediately. The gentlemen were so reasonable. People are in high spirits when happy events happen. Zhou Lan felt proud wherever he went.
By the time the three of them returned home, it was already very late.
Mr. Wenzhai drank too much. The hangover soup made in Italy didn't taste very good, and Mr. Wenzhai sobered up very quickly.
Jiang Changxi: "Sir, I know you are in a very good mood when you meet old friends, but you are not young after all. Drinking a lot of alcohol is not good for your health. The key is that your figure will be out of shape. If you don't take good care of yourself at your age, you will have a big belly. Looking for
Not elegant and elegant."
The husband is very concerned about his figure: "Get this traitor out of here." Can't you just make him happy for a while?
Chang Le was by the side and immediately spoke up for his family Chang Xi: "Mr.'s loyal words are offensive to my ears."
Zhou Lan: "Sir, you should drink less in the future. What Chang Xi said makes sense. Figure is a trivial matter. The main thing is good health."
The master glared: "You are worse than a traitor." Therefore, the master still values the figure more. It is obvious that the eldest disciple does not like the master.
Zhou Lan also didn't expect that his husband would pay more attention to his figure. Who would have thought?
Then, Zhou Lan logically arranged for Chang Le to rest with the drunk master. Zhou Lan took Chang Xi and the young couple went back to the room.
This, this is so big. The wolfish ambition is too obvious. Your husband is drunk. Isn't it time for the eldest disciple to take care of him?
Chang Le dragged Zhou Lan: "You just abandoned me like this."
Zhou Lan felt like a heartless man. He looked at his wife over there, and then at his brother-in-law who was pulling her back: "You have to adapt."
Chang Le: "No need. Sir, you drank too much, and your parents didn't come over to host it for you. I still have to watch you."
So I saw Chang Le holding a pillow and following Zhou Lan, unable to get away even with a blast.
The key is that it's my uncle, so I don't dare to attack him.
My husband is just watching the joke drunkenly. You deserve it. You don't know how to take care of your husband.
Zhou Lan looked back at his wife, and was pulled by his brother-in-law's hand to follow him, looking back three times every step.
Zhou Lan was speechless and choked. He only hoped that at this time tomorrow, his husband would not drink too much and his brother-in-law would not follow him. Otherwise, it would be really miserable.
Jiang Changxi almost laughed when she looked at Zhou Lan's expression with half the sky collapsed. Even if Chang Le didn't follow them, he still wanted to do something.
Chang Le went over to make the bed by himself, then looked around and felt better. However, when he saw Zhou Lan coming in, he still sighed: "After all, it's not my own house, so I don't even have the right to live in it."
This bitch's bitch-like look is very heartbreaking.
Zhou Lan also sighed: "You are already generous enough, really, there is no need to doubt it." This is not my brother-in-law, this is my little ancestor.
Jiang Changle raised his eyebrows, and his words were thorny: "I heard from your tone that you are not very willing."
Zhou Lan has bowed ninety-nine times, is there still one step left? "No, I'm very honored, really."
Afraid that my brother-in-law would continue to find trouble, he quickly changed the subject: "Do you want to study or write?"
Chang Le went directly to the desk. This writing must be done consistently and not for a day. So Zhou Lan still knew how to divert his brother-in-law's attention.
Zhou Lan also took the book and started reading hard, and then Jiang Changxi started to pull the abacus beads in the main room. After the sound continued for a while, magically, through a door, the movements of the three people's hands stopped.
Chang Le put down his pen: "I'm afraid there won't be a time like this again."
Zhou Lan felt a little reluctant to let go, but he still wanted his wife to study with him. He was afraid that his brother-in-law would be too sentimental, so he quickly comforted him: "For you, what is the difference between the inner courtyard and the outer courtyard? You can come and go at will. You think too much.
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Jiang Changxi came in from outside the door: "I didn't expect that it would go by so fast. Chang Le would still wet the bed when I lived with you."
After saying this, Jiang Changxi entered the house.
Chang Le said with a dark face: "You can ignore this." He is old and wants to save face. Can he think of something good?
Zhou Lan rubbed his brother-in-law's bun: "Isn't that right? The baby with the milky voice has grown so much."
The three of them looked at each other, not necessarily saying anything, but feeling a little emotional in their hearts.
The three of them are already used to living and studying together. Of course, over the past year or so, Uncle Lang has become more accustomed to each other's existence.
Speaking of which, Jiang Changxi felt like she was the one disturbing people.
Chang Le: "You two won't abandon me in the future, let's play by ourselves." This question troubled Chang Le very much.