Therefore, the standard for marrying an Italian girl is to first find someone who is knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and who can coax her. Obviously, this husband is not within the scope.
Jiang Changxi clicked his tongue twice first, feeling quite high-spirited. However, this may not be easy.
Of course, it is not impossible if the conditions are lowered. Although the general environment is not very friendly to women, Jiang Changxi feels that there is still some chance of success in Italy.
Then Jiang Changxi suddenly felt that he couldn't be too arbitrary and make the decision for Dali. This girl is actually a queen?
Even though they were racing horses in their minds, the master and servant's gossiping hearts and eyes never left the captured son-in-law.
Over there, Zhou Lan exchanged greetings with this fellow student: "It's brother Fu Xian. He's superficial and makes brother Fu laugh."
Who would have thought that such a scene would be so embarrassing for the two of them when they met for the second time?
Zhou Lan blushed. He was not as good as others in the exam, but the scene was not small. This was the scene of social death. Fortunately, he could bear it.
Fu Langjun returned the gift, and was equally embarrassed. He met an acquaintance while enjoying the meal: "If my family were around, I would definitely be so happy for you. However, it is superficial. What I see is the affection of Brother Zhou's family members for Brother Zhou."
.Brother Zhou is envied by his younger brother."
Look at the chef on the stove holding the pot and spoon, and then think about the girl who is throwing him out, these words are so heartfelt. I am so envious.
He is so good at talking. No wonder others did better than him in the exam. They have two tricks. Zhou Lan took Fu Langjun's arm and invited him into the courtyard.
The main reason is that I am afraid that the husband will be snatched away at the door of his house, and I will not be able to tell when the time comes.
The classmates who accompanied Fu Langjun here really understood Zhou Jinshi's enthusiasm for treating Lang Jun. No one wanted to get involved in this matter.
A group of them walked and sat outside with Fu Langjun, and they had the same mentality.
Fu Langjun's face turned red with embarrassment: "To tell you the truth, Brother Zhou, the master of the stove in my house is really good at his craftsmanship. I can't walk even if I sit down."
Zhou Lan: "Everyone agrees on this. Dear brother, you don't have to be like this. Just come over here from now on."
Fu Langjun: "In this case, I will be thick-skinned, and I won't have to bother you all the time."
Not for anything else, but for this craftsmanship, Brother Zhou is also a friend.
Many of my classmates have this plan. Besides, Brother Zhou seems to have a rich family. Not everyone has such strength and can survive for three days.
Just like this, a group of classmates went to have a meal together in the courtyard. The most rare thing is that a group of people all sympathized with and understood the words of the two gentlemen and the mood of the two gentlemen.
Originally, Zhou Lan was worried that because there were so many of them, they would inevitably speak aggressively and the situation would get out of control.
But after these people sit down, they eat with concentration and seriousness. Occasionally they can even compose a poem or two sentences after tasting a few sentences. The scene is harmonious and the content is healthy.
There is no such thing as radical words. So if you are lucky enough to be in the same subject in the examination, you are not a brainless person. People don’t make stupid mistakes.
Zhou Lan has already felt the pressure from his fellow students. He must always bear in mind that he should be careful in his words and deeds. He has already felt this pressure even before he became an official.
Being able to eat in the courtyard makes friends who accompany Fu Langjun feel much more relaxed. At least inside the door, Zhou Langjun should be responsible for safety.
After leaving this door, it was enough for them to carefully accompany Fu Langjun back to the restaurant. This group of people worked hard just to join in the fun and get a bite to eat. What an adventure.
Unexpectedly, when Fu Langjun was about to leave, he went out of his way to find the Italian girl to express his gratitude. This was really a bit too polite.
Moreover, Mr. Fu was very affectionate and gave gifts to the Italian girl. The point is, the things he gave were a bit too ambiguous.
This item was a bit hot to the touch, so I didn't dare to accept it. Dali was confused for a moment and looked at his grandma.
The master and servant met in the air and communicated for a while.
Jiang Changxi spoke: "It's not easy for Fu Langjun to spend money on this. Moreover, Dali came back to review. Although she had good intentions, she also did something inappropriate. Fu Langjun didn't care about it. That's a gentleman's magnanimity. As for other things,
I feel ashamed of myself, please take it back, Mr. Fu."
Fu Langjun also didn't expect that it was Zhou's siblings who came out to speak, but it was difficult to say anything: "Mrs. Sister-in-law, no, that's not the case. Miss Dali is quick to act in a hurry, and everything she does is appropriate, and nothing could be more appropriate. It's really true.
I don’t know how to be grateful.”
Jiang Changxi doesn't like to embarrass others. It's always bad for people to keep thinking about him: "If Mr. Fu really thinks so, why don't you reward him with some money?"
Purses, tokens, and the like are really hard to come by. Masters and servants are always cautious in this regard.
Mr. Fu's face turned red. Miss Dali was the dowry girl of Mrs. Sister-in-law. Perhaps Mrs. Sister-in-law had some arrangements for Miss Dali. It was really not appropriate to give these to herself.
He was the one who was abrupt. My wife revealed the matter so easily, which was unexpected.
In the end, Mr. Fu left twenty taels of silver as a reward before leaving. He also glanced at the Italian girl several times, but unfortunately the Italian girl did not look sideways. It was really a pity.
Jiang Changxi looked at it, and it seemed that Mr. Fu had some intentions for Italy. He was not an ungrateful man, but why did he still send a token?
The nobles were all surprised, and the Jinshi Master was interested in making big profits? How could this matter be so complicated?
The doctor woman frowned as she listened. The eldest lady must have thought too much. There is no such thing as betrothal. Even if Mr. Fu has any intentions, he is probably asking for it. There is a difference between begging and betrothal.
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Looking at the Italian girl, the doctor woman sighed, it was only because of their good fortune that they could follow such a grandma and treat them as slaves.
Otherwise, if something like this happens, no master will care what their slaves think.
Servants like them cannot have their own ideas. They are just the property of their master.
Thinking of the conversation between the Italian girl and the eldest grandma just now, the Italian girl could still hold her neck high and say to the eldest grandma, "I like to please my husband." Such words, if it were in other people's homes, it would be something that would be unthinkable.
The girls around grandma are all lucky.
Italy's side also had some objections: "Grandma, this man must be mentally ill." Otherwise, why would he give away things indiscriminately?
Jiang Changxi's answer was that it was strictly forbidden: "If you study in the same subject as your uncle and become stupid in studying, that is also a directional stupidity." A pure fool will not be able to pass the Jinshi examination.
What he said was too subtle, and Dali couldn't understand it. The person asked him bluntly: "What do you mean by grandma's words?"
Jiang Changxi said bluntly: "Let's put it this way, even if he is stupid, he is stupid and relatively crazy, and cannot be easily provoked."