Zhou Lan wanted his wife to know that he was a strong man with the physique of a strong man, and he did not want to continue to be cheated by his brother-in-law.
After dinner, Zhou Lan looked at Jiang Changxi who was hesitant to speak, but how could he bring up such a topic.
Then he looked at his brother-in-law with resentment.
Jiang Changxi saw Uncle Lang's interaction and directly ordered Dafu: "Let someone check the uncle's room to see if the bedding needs to be changed again."
Otherwise, there is no other reason why Zhou Lan is so resentful.
Zhou Lan heard the last note and didn't dare to speak at all. His behavior made his wife mistakenly think that his brother-in-law wet the bed again. What's this?
The husband looked at the children and said, "Okay, concentrate on studying."
How long had it been, and he was still winking at her? She really didn't know the importance of it, and even snorted coldly at Jiang Changxi.
Jiang Changxi was wronged because she did nothing.
The person who was most unjustly accused was Chang Le, because he didn't wet the bed.
Jiang Changxi also comforted Chang Le: "No one said you wet the bed."
Well, I'm even more unhappy. It's better to just say it outright. At least I can still argue. Now, no one will believe me.
Zhou Lan's studies have come to a critical moment, and now his husband is helping Zhou Lan check for and fill in the gaps.
In the past few days, Jiang Changxi took Chang Le to class, dragging along his classmate Jin Dou along the way. Jiang Changxi could still spend half a day in the village, chatting with the aunts of the same race.
Don't underestimate these chatter, there is a lot of information you can know. Jiang Changxi will take notes when he goes home.
The teacher all said that he had never seen his female disciple look like this. At best, she was as meticulous as her hair, but at worst, the teaching was very deep and scheming.
Jiang Changxi disagreed with this. It is better to be a little bit thoughtful than not to be minded.
Chang Le, on the other hand, said it directly: "My little lady is very thoughtful." He meant it very well.
What can you say, sir?
I took Chang Le back home at noon. Occasionally, classmate Zheng Jindou would go back a little later.
Jiang Changxi was never afraid of trouble in situations like that, and would always take a detour to Zheng's house to talk to Grandma Jindou.
Regardless of this trivial matter, it made the villagers have a particularly good impression of Grandma Zhou.
When Zheng Jindou became Chang Le's playmate, many people in the village gossiped behind his back that the Zheng family had sent their grandson to the Zhou family to be a slave.
Mrs. Zheng was probably thinking the same thing in her heart. She thought to herself that they were from a good family and they were not selling themselves out. As long as they could study, she would accept them.
It turned out that was not the case at all. Grandma Zhou thought their Jin Dou was Chang Le's classmate before moving around.
The things they do are even more considerate.
Mrs. Zheng asked her grandson if he was angry.
But Zheng Jindou always shook his head: "Chang Le never bullies others, nor does he lose his temper. Chang Le is a good student and often teaches me how to read. When my husband does homework, Chang Le will also help me."
Mrs. Zheng has seen the children of landlords, and they are really not as reasonable as her grandson said.
You are talking about the Zhou family. They are landlords among landlords. Some of their ancestors were officials. How come the things they do are so benevolent and righteous?
The old lady was so talkative that she often talked about this matter, which helped Uncle Zhou and Grandma Zhou gain a good impression.
After lunch, Jiang Changxi threw Chang Le to her husband and went to the study to write the Filial Piety Sutra.
I saw a stack of square papers on the table, with the Book of Filial Piety neatly copied on it.
Jiang Changxi: "Hey, did I write so much last night?" It seems wrong to follow the handwriting.
If you look closely, you will see that this is the entire Filial Piety Scripture. No one except Zhou Lan would help him like this.
To be honest, I was more moved than giving jewelry to Jiang Changxi. Who knows, writing with a brush would break Jiang Changxi's heart.
The kind that is thin and crumbly.
She copied it all night yesterday, but she couldn't even finish it once.
In the evening, Dagui specially asked Dagui to make chicken feet, preparing to make up for it with his hands.
While eating, he was even more diligent in putting food into the bowl for Zhou Lan, which made the old man raise his eyebrows, wondering what kind of good thing the disciples of the Zhou family had done.
I just watched the female disciple look at the male disciple with dazzling eyes. The gentleman didn't even look at him, he was so rude.
Zhou Lan: "Ahem, Sanniang, you can eat too."
Jiang Changxi nodded, she really needed to eat more, her claws were almost useless.
Zhou Lan stared at the female disciple for several days without hesitating to speak. The teacher frowned and said, "What a man, what are you embarrassed to say?"
Zhou Lan forgot that his master was by his side: "Ahem, no, that, I want to say that Chang Le likes to hold soft things to sleep. I lift stone weights every day, and my body is not so soft anymore. Chang Le is a little bit
dislike."
After saying that, he lowered his head and refused to look at the gentleman. He just hoped that the gentleman would pretend he didn't hear.
Seriously, sir, he realizes that he is getting old. Are the children nowadays so shameless? What are you saying in front of him?
As a result, I heard my female disciple say: "Really? Later I will make a soft pillow for Chang Le and let him hold it. It's hot and it won't be comfortable for you to sleep together."
Then he continued to eat, too calmly. Of course, the main reason was that the female disciple had nothing to do with Wen Wen Xiaoyi.
The husband turned to look at his disciple, wondering if the child needed comfort. It was obvious that his female disciple did not understand the style and did not understand what his male disciple wanted to express.
Zhou Lan also raised his head and looked at Jiang Changxi blankly. This is it. This, this.
The teacher rubbed his forehead and lamented that his disciple had been holding back his words from morning until night.
Chang Le finally raised his head: "I told you, I won't dislike you. Don't be disappointed. Although my sister also likes soft things, she won't dislike you either."
Jiang Changxi didn't know whether to nod or cater to him.
It seemed like there was something she didn't understand, and she had to consider this question carefully.
Zhou Lan: "Like soft ones?" Then what exactly do you want?
Zhou Lan's face was struck by lightning, which stunned Jiang Changxi. Is this so important? It seems that the real question is really serious.
My husband doesn't know whether to laugh or cry, so what are you doing for a long time? Why did his style of painting suddenly change when he was an old man?
Is it because his husband is too kind, so what are the disciples saying in front of him?
Jiang Changxi: "Don't listen to Chang Le's nonsense. The purpose of exercising is to have a good body. Whether it is scientific examinations or doing things, the body is the capital of what we do. How can we neglect to exercise just because we like it."
The old gentleman nodded happily. Although he really didn't understand the style, what he said was reasonable.
Jiang Changxi was also satisfied, there would definitely be no problem with this answer.
Zhou Lan looked at Jiang Changxi: "So what do you like?"
Sir, he closed his eyes and looked away. This male disciple was so embarrassing. Pursuing a girl should be such a beautiful thing. Why was he made so stupid by this disciple?
When he recalls it in the future, he will make himself cry.