Mr. Jiang San asked himself, if his uncle was lucky, how could he lose his father at a young age and have his mother remarry?
But if you say that such things can happen, and if you say that he doesn't have any luck, then that's not possible either.
Mr. Jiang San slapped his thigh and said in surprise, "What kind of luck is this?"
Mr. Lu stroked his beard and said that before marrying a wife, he really had no luck. He thought about his female disciple who took an unusual path, and then looked at the senior disciple of Mowen over there. He sighed. Marrying a wife is like luck. What a blessing.
Xu Xiaolangjun looked up at his husband and then at his uncle in the Yue family, and continued to write silently with his head down, thinking that his third brother-in-law was naturally very lucky.
Even with my third brother-in-law, my luck is very good. I need to hold on to my thighs tightly.
Jiang Changxi did not act like the Queen Mother just because she was pregnant. She was not allowed to go to the gate of the Gongyuan, so she stood at the gate and stared at the carriage in the distance. She did enough to look forward to the man's triumphant gesture, and she must let Zhou Lan feel it.
arrive.
You know, when he went to Gongyuan, Zhou Lan was still eagerly looking forward to seeing his wife over. Jiang Changxi thought that she understood Zhou Lan's thoughts and was willing to spend time coaxing her. The key is that she also misses Zhou Lan.
From far away, Dali exclaimed: "Yes, uncle, it's uncle who is back."
Jiang Changxi took two steps forward happily. It was rare to see such a childlike gesture. Jiang Changxi did a good job in giving Zhou Lan a surprise.
He also whispered to Dali: "Hold me steady, don't let me jump too fast. Protect my stomach."
Dalixin said, why are you walking in this forward leaning posture? It's so dangerous.
When the carriage stopped, but before he could step forward, he was stopped by the gentleman who got off the car. The gentleman said coldly to the female disciple: "Don't worry, wait until they finish the article."
Jiang Changxi twitched the corner of his mouth, steadied his body as he rushed over, and tried to calm down: "Can't you wait until they return home tomorrow, no, before writing."
The gentleman looked askance at the female disciple, how could he delay the important scientific examination: "Don't make trouble."
Jiang Changxi, with a quick turn, turned into a steady and stable grandmother. She muttered: "Writing or not, what can be changed? Let's just leave it like that."
The gentleman raised his eyes, and Jiang Changxi immediately shut up. The gentleman's dignity was still there.
Jiang Changxi was thankful that her husband got out of the car quickly, otherwise his behavior would have been embarrassing.
Inside the carriage, from head to toe, Chang Le was waiting on the pen and ink.
As for the article about education, Chang Le said it simply: "It shows how important it is to be a loving father. If you don't have a father's heart, how could you have such a fate? Remember, be good to my sister.
Be good to my nephew and niece."
That is absolutely correct, and Zhou Lan fully agrees with it. As long as you put less thought into this, you will not have such luck.
Xu Xiaolangjun looked at his brother-in-law with admiration at that time. He was so insightful.
Outside the gate of the house, the head of the house, Grandma, cannot let the carriage block the door to smoothen the traffic.
Fortunately, I changed my residence, and now I have a side door where a carriage can enter. I just asked someone to drive the carriage in.
Mrs. Jiang San came to her daughter's side with a smile: "I feel reassured that my uncle is doing well. You can tell by looking at his spirit that he did well in the exam."
Jiang Changxi said to himself, "Okay, it's just across the carriage. I've never seen such a parent: "You have changed your profession to be a doctor, or you are a fortune teller."
Mrs. Jiang San: "What kind of doctor are you talking about? Don't talk nonsense."
The husband and Mr. Jiang San had already gone to the study room and closed the door. They took out the articles that the eldest disciple had written a few days ago and read them carefully.
The teacher just frowned and looked worried. Disciple, please don’t be convulsive or self-righteous.
Master Jiang San began to worry. If my uncle was not a flexible person and wrote this article a little more casually, he might not be able to take the scientific examination.
After reading it again and again, the husband threw the article on the table angrily: "It's really worrying. If I had known, I should have dealt with him in the first place."
Mr. Jiang San almost nodded, then immediately turned around. People always think that Mr. Jiang is right: "Young people should have ideas."
The husband picked up a piece of paper full of absurd remarks: "Can this 'idea' be used as an official?"
Followed by: "Without the qualifications to become an official, and without the right to speak, all his ideas will be in vain, and he will not be able to make splash. Not to mention serving the country and the country, it is difficult to protect the family."
Mr. Jiang San changed his mind and said: "I think Erlang is well aware of this. Sir, just don't worry."
Thinking about the many circles he had made, so many big crosses in his articles, and the blushing look on his face when the disciple argued with him, it was difficult for Mr. Wang to feel at ease.
At that time, the eldest disciple's thoughts on establishing an ideal college for his grandson and granddaughter were beyond belief.
Master Jiang San could only comfort his husband: "Don't worry, the article will be written in a moment."
Then I sent in two articles, none of which were about education.
The gentleman said with a black face: "It must have been smashed, otherwise why would I feel guilty? I put it last."
Mr. Jiang San comforted himself: "It won't happen." Then he said with concern: "About this article, this is a broken topic."
The husband understood instantly that cheating in scientific examinations has always been severely punished. He shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter, not to mention that the children all know it by heart. Let's just talk about this matter. There are traces to follow and it can be explained clearly."
Mr. Jiang San: "It is always better to do less than to do more."
Mr.: "There is no need to mention it specifically. On the contrary, it seems that there is something dirty hidden in it."
Mr. Jiang San: "I hope none of them are too simple-minded." Otherwise, if you go around shouting, you will cause trouble even if you have nothing to do.
Of course, it doesn't work if the idea is too complicated. It's nothing, so let them figure it out.
If Mr. Jiang San says this, he will no longer worry about his unlucky eldest disciple.
He took out the original article about enlightenment written by the eldest disciple, brushed it twice and then tore it up. He gritted his teeth and said, "If he dares to travel around the country and talk nonsense, I will definitely clean up the family."
Mr. Jiang San looked at the arrogance of his husband who was torn to pieces, and comforted himself: "It's not that, it's not that." But he really had no idea in his heart.
By the time Zhou Lan and Xu Xiaolangjun handed the article to the two elders, they had used up all the energy they had.
They hurriedly went to have a rest, and then they left the Gongyuan. Their spirits had already become unbearable.
Zhou Lan went back to the courtyard to wash up. Soon after, Jiang Changxi heard his husband laughing loudly in the inner courtyard and in the outer courtyard for a long time.
Is this to achieve enlightenment and become an immortal, or is it love at first sight and meeting the woman of your dreams? How can you smile like this?
Jiang Changxi murmured to himself: "I don't know what happy things are worthy of sir being so unrestrained."
Zhou Lan pursed his lips. He didn't have to guess why he was like this. Most of the jokes he made were funny. The article he was proud of was all about his ideas. Secondly, of course, there were some reasons why the article was good.