Zhuang Dalang was pulled by him, his face full of helplessness, "The children at home are not knowledgeable. If they go to the capital, if they get into trouble, won't they bring trouble to their father?"
Zhou Lang said: "Your family has no knowledge. It is a family that has been studying since childhood. There are many people in my family who cannot read a single character. Aren't they living a good life in the capital?"
He said: "People, as long as they are honest and have good character, it will be fine. If we don't cause trouble, how can we cause trouble?"
Zhuang Dalang lowered his eyes and said: "My father has a noble character, and he is honest. He never causes trouble, but if he has to be found, won't he still be a disaster?"
Zhou Lang then dragged him away, "You can't stop walking just because you're afraid of falling. Let's go home and talk."
Zhou Lang took Zhuang Dalang home, um, the banker.
When Sister-in-law Zhuang saw Zhou Lang coming back with Dalang Zhuang, she was stunned for a while, then realized what she was doing and hurriedly invited the people inside.
Sister-in-law Zhuang was very polite to Zhou Lang. After letting him sit down, she hurriedly called her grandchildren and gave them a handful of money, "Quickly go to the restaurant at the corner of the street to buy some food and bring back a bottle of good wine."
The children happily agreed, took the money and ran away.
Zhou Lang thanked Sister Zhuang, pulled Dalang Zhuang and said: "You are just too cautious. It doesn't mean you are wrong. It's just that there is no one in this world who doesn't eat or drink because he might get choked? You should also think of the good.
, when you go to the capital, not only will the children go to school better and have a better future, but you can also be filial to your husband, right?"
Zhou Lang's eyes turned red again as he spoke. He pulled his Qiqi and cried: "You don't know how lonely Mr. Zhuang has been in the capital these years. Although my sister and brother-in-law are here, his disciples and son
There is still a difference. During festive seasons, sir, I always think of you, not to mention how sad you look."
Zhuang Dalang looked suspicious. He only knew that his father used to talk about his junior brothers and sisters during Chinese New Year and holidays at home. He would either tell his children that they would go hiking together, or go out for picnics and wine together.
He hesitated for a moment and then said: "My father has always been sparse and cheerful, and his friends and disciples surround him. Will he look sad?"
"Yes, you can compare your feelings with your own. If the children are not with you and you are alone at home for the New Year and the holidays, will you feel hurt?"
Zhuang Dalang has always valued family ties and remained silent when he heard this...
Zhou Lang said: "It's not that you are not sad, but you just don't want people to see you. He is a father, so you can't let him tell you that he misses you first. You are the son, so why not be gentle?"
Zhuang Dalang: "...Silang, that's not how gentleness is used."
"Oh, as long as you are right, you are a scholar and smart, so you should understand what I mean, right?"
Zhuang Dalang was silent.
Zhou Lang urged him, "Are you filial or not? Think about how old Mr. Zhuang is. My sister said that any tree should stand quietly, and the wind doesn't agree. Now you don't want to be filial to your parents."
, after a hundred years, even if you think about it, Master Tianzun will not be able to conjure up a husband for you."
Zhuang Ji'an, who didn't know when he returned home, stood at the door and said: "The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop; the child wants to be raised but cannot be kissed."
Zhou Lang was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, that's what it means."
He glanced at Zhuang Dalang, then turned back and asked Zhuang Ji'an, "Ji'an, do you think what I said makes sense?"
Zhuang Ji'an nodded slightly and looked at Zhuang Dalang, "Father, maybe grandpa really misses you."
"Of course I have, otherwise why would I come back to my hometown all the time?" Zhou Lang sighed: "You all know me. I only go back to my hometown before and after the Chinese New Year to buy tea. It's just autumn now.
"Originally, I was going to the north, but Mr. Zhuang received the letter you sent back, which made me so sad. I really couldn't bear it, so I volunteered to come here."
Zhou Lang dragged a chair to sit next to Zhuang Dalang, hugged his shoulders and said: "Brother Zhuang, what is our relationship? I don't say secret words in front of Mingren. I also know that you had a bad life when you were a child. Alas, I actually had a bad life when I was a child.
It’s not good either.”
Zhuang Dalang:......
"But no matter how bad you are, Mr. Zhuang still only has you as his son. Mr. Zhuang is ambitious and wants to get ahead, but he also values you as a son more. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to take you back to his hometown," Zhou Lang said and scratched his head.
He couldn't help but said: "To be honest, I don't understand why you scholars are sad."
He said: "You scholars think too much and have sensitive minds. You can't stand a little setback. Unlike us farmers, as long as you can survive, that's fine."
"I really don't care about anything, I don't even have to live anymore," Zhou Lang counted for him on his fingers, "Look how many brothers and sisters I have? There are seven in total, and I, the fourth child, am stuck in the middle, neither above nor below.
"
"When I was young, the eldest and second brothers my parents asked to discuss matters were Man Bao and Lao Wu Lao Liu. My third brother and I must have slipped in, but my third brother was honest. When my parents looked at him, they always felt
He suffered a loss, so his thoughts were biased toward him. How pitiful I was to be left alone. I never took it to heart, otherwise I would have been heartbroken to death."
Zhuang Dalang looked at him in disbelief.
"You don't believe it," Zhou Lang said, patting his thigh: "Among the brothers in our family, I was beaten the most. My father could chase me around the village three times with a stick. If the fight got serious, he could kill me.
My legs are broken, and when I feel angry, I will be kicked out of my house. Do you see how sad I am?"
Zhuang Dalang was surprised, "Old Zhang Zhou seems to be a very gentle person..."
"Oh, those are all appearances. Mr. Zhuang still looks cheerful and generous, but when he is sad, he still cries with his wine jar in his arms."
Zhuang Dalang was greatly shocked, "Father, did he...really cry?"
"I'm crying!" Zhou Lang took his hand and looked at him eagerly, "If you really can't bear to leave Luojiang County, then you can ask for leave and go to the capital to visit your husband. You can live here for two months and relax for a while.
Mr.’s feelings for his son.”
"If you don't look at how old Mr. Zhuang is, why are you still allowing him to travel back and forth between the capital and Luojiang County?" Seeing him pondering, Zhou Lang tried his best to persuade him, as if he had opened up the two channels of Ren and Du: "Just go.
Visiting relatives in the capital for two months won't cause any trouble for the children, right? It will also give them a lot of experience."
Zhuang Dalang didn't have a good impression of the capital and muttered: "What's good about the capital..."
"You have been there, of course you can say that. The children have never seen it, of course they want to see it."
Sister-in-law Zhuang, who had been silent, going back and forth to refill their drinks, suddenly said: "I haven't seen it either."
Zhou Lang immediately smiled and said: "Yes, I should let my sister-in-law go see the prosperity of the capital."
He smiled and said: "When I get to the capital, let Manbao greet you. You are her senior brothers and sisters-in-law. The princess's mansion where she lives now is bigger than the county government..."