Zhou Lan said objectively: "Because it is rare to see Mr. Li writing, it is even more rare."
Jiang Changxi understood and suddenly felt that this painting was so precious: "I'm afraid this painting is worth some money."
Zhou Lan: "Although it's a little tacky to use silver to describe it, it's really worth a thousand pieces of gold."
Jiang Changxi immediately took over the two paintings and said, "Keep them. If you are in trouble in the future, you can exchange them for money."
Zhou Lan made up his mind, in order to prevent these two paintings from being published, he also couldn’t let his family have a time when the stool was high or low.
Zhou Lan looked at his wife and held the painting: "I, I'll just keep it."
Jiang Changxi: "It doesn't take much trouble for me to go into your warehouse." So it doesn't matter whoever keeps it.
Zhou Lan was very stubborn: "I can just keep it myself. My husband gave it to me."
Jiang Changxi looked at Zhou Lan's expression of immediately destroying the corpse and extinguishing all traces, and warned you: "I remind you, it's all money, you can't waste your family."
Zhou Lan was a little aggrieved, and asked who to offend during the Chinese New Year: "In the future, my calligraphy and painting pen and ink will be more valuable than your husband's."
Jiang Changxi: "Then wait until your pen and ink are valuable in the future. This cannot be ruined." Face has been lost, but money can no longer be lost.
So for such a small amount of money, does my wife insist on letting this painting exist?
Zhou Lan was heartbroken and couldn't help but ask Chang Xi: "Which one do you prefer, me or Yinzi?" After asking, he felt a little regretful and didn't dare to weigh it.
Jiang Changxi raised his head and looked at Zhou Lan in astonishment, asking why he could ask such a question: "How could you ask such a question?"
After she said that, she left and asked her to answer whatever she wanted. It would hurt the couple's relationship.
Zhou Lanxin said that fortunately, my wife knew that I could not be measured by money, and she suddenly felt much more comfortable.
God knows what Jiang Changxi is saying is, why don't you have any self-awareness? What do you compare with money? This is another beautiful misunderstanding.
So when you don’t need to explain, don’t explain. That’s fine.
Afraid that her husband would be bored, Jiang Changxi asked Dagui to prepare the fillings and invited her husband to make dumplings in the kitchen together.
It’s New Year, the population is small, so we should arrange activities to make it more lively.
The gentleman sneered, "The gentleman is far away from the kitchen. He doesn't care about the excitement: "A place like the kitchen...?"
Look at the eldest disciple, forget it, I still have to give face to the female disciple, so the husband followed me after all: "Just take a look." It was impossible to do anything.
So Zhou Lan brought his teacher's pen, ink, paper and inkstone again, so you can continue painting.
Well, the atmosphere is still very good, especially with the presence of a girl like Dali, the atmosphere is always cheerful.
However, my husband’s attention is all on Master Dagui. After all, Master Dagui’s skill in making dumplings is so eye-catching, especially the dumplings made in a way that makes him want to draw pictures.
My husband's hands were itchy and he didn't want to make dumplings at a reduced price, so he had no choice but to paint.
During the New Year's Eve dinner, my husband also said: "I never knew there were such specialties during the New Year." It was quite interesting.
Zhou Lan didn't know it at first. Wasn't that what Jiang Changxi said? The wife of the inner house is the head of the family, and whatever the wife says will happen naturally.
Then the husband said: "It's not long before we get married. Hurry up and have a baby. This will save the three of us, the master and the apprentice, from staring at each other. It's not interesting at all."
Jiang Changxi was so unprepared that she was given birth again. She didn't stop even during the New Year.
Zhou Lan looked shy and stood in front of his wife: "It didn't take long before we got married."
My husband didn’t think so, he just wanted a child: “How can I give you ten or eight years of preparation?”
Zhou Lan twitched the corner of his mouth. The husband asked whether they had any worries: "That's not necessary."
Sir, you don't like your disciple anymore. What are you doing so shyly? You are not as open-minded as your own female disciple. You don't know that the one who gave birth to the child is your eldest disciple.
The teacher looked at his male disciple with a face full of disgust: "It's too shy."
Zhou Lan didn't want to say that you just let two disciples wrestle. Even if they did, it would be dangerous.
Thinking of this, Zhou Lan regretted it. Just in case, he would have to be more careful in the future. He glanced at his wife's belly.
My husband, a bachelor who has been around for thousands of years, obviously didn't think that much: "You have already thought about your plans for the year after."
Only then did Zhou Lan come back to his senses, and said seriously to the teacher: "Disciples are bound to end up, and they have to give it a try." After studying hard for the past three years, why, I have to see the results.
Jiang Changxi then said: "If your husband is lucky enough to be on the list, I am willing to accompany you and your husband to the capital for the trial."
Even the gentleman did not expect that the female disciple would be willing to follow him: "Can you let go of these Zhuangzi and workshops?"
Jiang Changxi was arrogant: "My disciple's hard work on this in the past two years has not been in vain. Whether the disciple is here or not, the workshop can operate normally. Sir, don't worry, I will not give you anything if I go to the capital to make a name for myself."
Shame."
That's not what the husband meant: "There's no need to work so hard, don't worry about what you get into, just remember not to give me my name, sir."
There are no requirements for female disciples, it’s just the same from beginning to end.
Jiang Changxi was shy and tried to hide his shame: "Sir, you have high hopes for your disciples, and I understand that."
The husband couldn't help but asked again: "How did you see it?" He told him, and he corrected it.
Jiang Changxi: "Isn't that what Sun Houhou's master said? Later, the Monkey King came to be."
My husband still remembers the Journey to the West that my disciple told me about, but he really doesn’t mean it. He just hopes that the female disciple will stay calm and not cause trouble.
Jiang Changxi: "Sir, there is no need to explain. I understand your good intentions. Explanation is tantamount to covering up." Covering up is close to the truth.
Sir, I simply don’t embarrass myself. This is not the first time that Sir has realized the strength of my disciple’s heart. The female disciple is an independent thinker. Whether she says it or not, it won’t change anything.
The three masters and apprentices watched the New Year's Eve. The husband was old after all, so he stared at Zhou Lan and wrote two articles before going to rest.
Therefore, for scholars, staying up late on the New Year's Eve has the characteristics of scholars. The Chinese New Year is no different from ordinary days.
The young couple looked at each other with big eyes. Jiang Changxi said: "I heard from my second brother-in-law and the others that such a good article always takes some time to prepare. With your speed of writing, will there be any flaws in the quality?" Try your best.
That's euphemistic.
Zhou Lan felt that he had to thank his wife for her guidance back then: "My husband didn't say that. Maybe it was because of the speed at which I completed the questions at that time."
I still keep at it, solving problems and writing articles, at least two articles a day.
Jiang Changxi said in his heart, so the 'pot' belongs to him.
Zhou Lan: "Don't worry, madam. I dare not say that I am number one, number two, or number three, but how can my husband be ranked number one?"
Today's imperial examination system is not very complete. Except for the top few, the rest should be on the list.