Qi Da felt that Miss Dali was very clever, and he was right. A brainless person like him should follow Miss Dali to pick up money from now on.
Of course, Mr. Qi is also very smart, and he has not forgotten to look at his uncle's face. No matter how talented the Italian girl is, she has to think that her uncle and grandma are good at her, otherwise it will all be in vain.
Zhou Lan couldn't help but interrupt Miss Dali's impassioned speech: "Dali, don't fool me. Don't worry, no one will share the money with you."
This girl is very hardworking for money. Whatever she says, he is embarrassed to listen to even if she is embarrassed to say it. Her husband, Mr. Fu, is a top pick.
The Italian girl smiled and took out two packs of snacks from behind: "Master, you underestimate me. I am not a solitary eater. I have earned money, so I will treat everyone to snacks."
You see, I am still very generous. The Italian girl is very proud.
What a nice thing to say. Zhou Lan laughed angrily, and the girl even started to flirt. He asked Qi Da behind him: "How much money did you share?"
Qi Da showed his white teeth and took out two silver ingots to show off to the old man. In this way, he sold the big profit.
Two silver ingots, the Italian girl just got a bag of snacks worth a few cents to show off here, it was too embarrassing for her.
Then Zhou Lan looked at Dali: "With so much money, if you don't eat alone, you can treat everyone to snacks. Don't you think you are quite generous?"
I just want to ask, who are you trying to fool by making a bag of snacks? Why are you so proud?
Dali felt that Mr. Jinshi was not generous at all. He was arguing with a girl like him, and he was trying to cause trouble on the spot. He was not as good as Fu Langjun, who was not very smart.
The Italian girl turned her head and said shyly: "What are you talking about, uncle? This slave is from the girl's family. She has to prepare a dowry, so why don't you save some money? Besides, it's all about your heart and affection."
Then he entered the house through the side door in a flash, and the money would definitely not be vomited out.
Everyone was convinced by the Italian girl's stinginess. It's a shame she wanted to leave the show like this.
By the way, what the Italian girl said is right. It is more or less out of love, but she says it so righteously. Why is the Italian girl running away?
Zhou Lan and Mrs. Jiang San sighed: "Mother, have you seen that everyone in Italy has their own intentions?"
Mrs. Jiang San: "Ahem, it's not easy for a little girl to make some money. How much do you want? Tell me, I'll give you a private house."
Zhou Lan smiled and said: "Keep it with your mother first, and when your son-in-law needs the money, you and your mother will take it."
Xu Xiaolangjun finally knew the correct way for his mother-in-law to exist. It turned out that after coaxing his mother-in-law, she still had such benefits.
The three of them entered the house, the door opened, and firecrackers crackled inside. Mrs. Jiang smiled from ear to ear. This was all arranged by her in advance. She was very proud.
Zhou Lan first looked around to see if there was any wife around. He was afraid that the sound of firecrackers would be so loud that it would scare Jiang Changxi. After all, his wife was pregnant.
Seeing that my wife was not there, I would not frighten the fetus in my belly. So I started to laugh with everyone, grinning and showing eight teeth. That smile was so charming and beautiful. When I was parading in the capital today, I didn't feel like this moment.
The spring breeze is proud.
After all, this place today is only for Zhou Lan and his brother-in-law's happiness.
Seeing his disciple's stupidity, the master almost couldn't help it, so he went over and kicked his disciple, he was being reserved.
However, the husband has to admit that it is indeed worthy of being arrogant. He has studied hard for many years just for today. He, the husband, wants to take his disciples out to have fun.
When Zhou Lan saw Mr., he took a few steps over, saluted him, and bowed deeply without saying anything. His eyes were full of friendship.
But this bow and this glance are enough for the master to understand the disciple's thoughts. Any more words between the master and the disciple are inseparable. The master nodded to the disciple: "Let's go see your wife first."
Zhou Lan opened his mouth, smiled and ran away. After all, he was his husband, and he couldn't even hide his thoughts from him.
The teacher shook his head: "With this kind of virtue, I can't trust him to become an official. It's too frivolous."
Mr. Jiang San said to himself, aren't you the gentleman who is willing to spoil me and want to fulfill your disciple's wishes?
Fortunately, when my uncle went to see his daughter, Mr. Jiang San immediately said: "Since Erlang got married, he only had some fun today. He is only eighteen or nineteen years old, which is already very good. It was all taught by my husband."
Well done."
The teacher snorted, and he half-believed this. After all, he was a teacher who had teachings, but not necessarily good ones. The senior disciple, the junior disciple, and the female disciple were all not very obedient.
Looking at Mr. Jiang San, he felt a little lacking in confidence, but he was favored by others, so he just wanted to show his face, and he didn't say anything else.
Mr. Jiang San saw that his husband's face improved, and took him to the banquet outside. After the palace test, the dust had settled. The two of them were really happy for Zhou Lan. No matter they were neighbors or scholars, they sat together and started to drink with enthusiasm.
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Mr. Jiang San always praised: "This banquet is well prepared, as it should be. It should be lively and lively."
The gentleman glanced at the growing crowd, and based on his understanding of the female disciple, he was probably secretly distressed and vomiting blood after two such meetings in a short period of time. The female disciple is really not that generous.
Fortunately, the dishes on the table are all ordinary things, all supported by Dagui's craftsmanship. This is somewhat comforting to the female disciple.
Someone in the crowd sighed: "It's a pity that Uncle Zhou was admitted to the Jinshi Master just like this. Such craftsmanship will never be available again."
The regrets in his words made Mr. Jiang San and Mr. Jiang feel a little bad. What do these people think? Are they asking their disciples to fail the exams several times just for the sake of food? In other words, if they fail the exams, who can treat them to a banquet like this?
So it must be that they were overthinking it, and that's why Mr. Jiang and Mr. Jiang San didn't speak.
The people who came to eat with them expressed even more regrets and asked, "Can't Uncle Zhou continue taking the exam?"
The people over there sighed: "This master is already a Jinshi. He has passed the exam. Where else can he go? I hope Uncle Zhou will be promoted and make a fortune, or have more children and grandchildren. Maybe he can still enjoy such good craftsmanship."
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This turning point is so auspicious and joyful. After listening to it, Mr., he was a little overwhelmed. These people actually have such high expectations for their own disciples just because of this stuttering.
Mr. Jiang San also didn't expect that the people in the capital were so simple and simple, just having a meal, that he would repay him with such kind words.
The husband gave a thumbs up to Mr. Jiang San: "Your Majesty, Madam, you have something."
Mr. Jiang San covered his forehead, a little shy. He still knew whether his wife had this kind of character: "Ashamed, ashamed, this was definitely not intentional."