The old gentleman had no children, but he had new disciples, so he began to pick on the two disciples: "Don't just look at others' filial piety."
Jiang Changle didn't understand what his husband meant, so he said proudly: "Disciples should also be filial to their father."
Zhou Lan feels wronged. I want to be filial, but my father is gone and my mother is gone.
The Master looked at the two disciples and frowned, disgusted with them: "They are so stupid." Then there is also a Master. Doesn't the Master need to be filial? Doesn't the old man have to make it clear?
This disciple is so considerate.
Facing Jiang Changle: "Oh, then you should be filial to your father. How can you be filial to your husband? Let him see if he is qualified."
Jiang Changle said the truth calmly: "Sir, I'm afraid it won't work. I'll make you angry."
The content was so exciting that the husband’s beard trembled: “Your father is so filial to you.”
Jiang Changle's big eyes flashed: "But my father likes that kind of filial piety."
The teacher left immediately. As expected, the disciple cannot accept someone who is too young. It is a sin.
Chang Le still feels aggrieved. His father really likes to clean up his messes. Mr. Jiang San said that it feels very much like being a father.
It can be seen that the husband does not quite understand the relationship between father and son.
Speaking of which, the male disciples are not as considerate as the female disciples. On the day Mu Xiu, the husband knew that this disciple's filial piety method was not only about eating and drinking, but also taking the husband's mood into consideration.
In order for my husband to feel free to express his feelings, Jiang Changxi helped him post the post in advance and invited his close friends to come over.
The old gentleman was really pleasantly surprised. He talked about poetry and current affairs, had two drinks, and even held a poetry party.
Two disciples served beside him, one wrote down the poems and essays, and the other had a good mind and helped memorize them.
You tell me, this matter was done. Although Jiang Changxi didn't show up from beginning to end, sir, he really remembered this disciple.
The two in front of me are no match for the female disciple.
After I went back to see my friend off, I also thoughtfully helped prepare gifts. Roast chicken and roast duck were no longer elegant, so I gave them preserved fruits instead.
The female disciple said that someday, she will write several copies of today's collection of poems and send them to each of the gentlemen's houses.
This day's rest was finally over. My husband's feeling at that time was that he should have accepted this disciple earlier. He could accept one and get two free.
At night, I lay on the couch with my eyes closed and meditated, and then I tasted the taste.
This gentleman is really satisfied with such a thoughtful act, and this is one of the reasons;
Secondly, the two young disciples participated in it, and it was a rare opportunity to gain insights;
Among other things, Zhou Zhoulan's handwriting is probably a little famous. That kid's handwriting is good, but he just missed a chance to stand out.
The second thing is that this preserved fruit has been publicized again. This female disciple’s exquisite orifices cannot be described enough.
Finally, I was jealous of Mr. Jiang San. His son was born well and his daughter was born better. No matter how good the children were, they all ended up in Jiang San’s house.
Chang Le pouted and helped his brother-in-law organize the day's poetry manuscripts: "Didn't you talk about Xiu Mu? Why is it harder than going to school?"
Jiang Changxi: "Is it hard? I see you are having a good time."
Jiang Changle pointed to his nose: "Can I play very well?" Did my sister see it wrong? How could it be possible?
Jiang Changxi: "Otherwise, when we take a bath next time, we will invite the children from your gentlemen's families together, so that you can have company."
Jiang Changle nodded, that was okay: "Why can't we play by ourselves? I haven't gone out for a walk with you for a long time."
The grievance he said made Zhou Lan raise his head to look at his brother-in-law, wondering if he had forgotten his brother-in-law.
Jiang Changxi is very good at coaxing naughty children: "In the past, when we went out, we just walked around the village. Where are we going now?"
Jiang Changle thought about it, and it made sense. They were living in Zhuangzi now and had no place to go: "That's true." He went back to the house wiltingly.
Zhou Lan couldn't help but speak for his brother-in-law: "Chang Le is still young, you can't be so strict with him."
Jiang Changxi: "Don't worry, this kid is very resistant to stress. He will be fine tomorrow."
Zhou Lan: "Grandma, you have worked hard today." After saying this, he bowed deeply.
He is not Jiang Changle. He knows why Jiang Changxi is so troubled. After his father is gone, Chang Xi is so troubled for him. He, Zhou Lan, is not a heartless person, how can he not see it.
Jiang Changxi curtsied and returned the favor: "You're welcome, uncle. One family doesn't talk about two families."
Zhou Lan looked at Jiang Changxi with affectionate eyes, and then reluctantly said: "I'm going to copy the collection of poems."
Jiang Changxi smiled: "Don't worry about this, I have to let you get it right. The most taboo thing is for gentlemen to have a whim, be careless, use inappropriate words, and spread inappropriate things."
Zhou Lan: "Don't worry, I know what I have in mind. I have reviewed it carefully. I will bring it to you later and ask him to correct it."
Jiang Changxi was satisfied. If you have no power or influence, you can't be too cautious.
Zhou Lan was doing serious business, and Jiang Changxi was here just to disturb him. He returned to the West House early.
Jiang Changxi saw that the candles in the east room were burning for most of the night, which showed how hard Zhou Lan worked.
As for Jiang Changle, I don’t force myself. The child is still young.
The next day, Zhou Lan took the poems he had copied and gave them to his husband for correction.
The teacher was most satisfied with the student's handwriting, which was very eye-catching. He nodded and asked the student to go to the clan school.
On Chang Le's side, the teacher felt distressed. The younger disciple Mu Xiu was probably not too happy yesterday: "Come back from the Clan School, you two can arrange half a day by yourself in the afternoon, and we will start teaching again tomorrow."
Jiang Changle immediately rushed over happily and hugged Mr.'s thigh: "Sir."
The teacher shook his head and tapped the disciple's forehead: "Silly, your father is a disciple of Shu Xiu." If you don't study, you will suffer a loss.
Jiang Changle laughed: "Let my father be more stupid."
Zhou Lan's mouth twitched, brother-in-law, have you ever considered your father-in-law's thoughts?
Chang Le took Zhou Lan and ran away. The husband actually gave him a half-day rest, and his whole body was full of excitement.
The teacher just watched the little disciple running wildly on the stupid road. He felt that there was a long way to go.
When Zhou Lan and others came back, Mr. Mentioned his name in front of the poem copied by Zhou Lan.
Handing the manuscript to Zhou Lan: "But I understand."
Zhou Lan saluted the teacher and said, "Disciple, I understand. Thank you very much for your protection."
If you include the name, you may steal the disciple's limelight, but if you don't include the name, if this collection of poems is criticized by others, it will be Zhou Lan who is the one who blocked the copy.
It is said that after Mr. Zhou Lan wrote his name, his words caught the eyes of the world.
Zhou Lan saw his husband like this, how could he not feel grateful for his friendship.
Husband: "Okay, send it to them. Don't forget to ask your wife to bring some preserved fruit. These people are very greedy."
He also helps the female disciples to promote Zhuangzi’s preserved fruits. As a gentleman, he is also very worried...
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