Lamei picked up the wooden board and patted several people's buttocks hard. It was so exciting! It was so satisfying that I really wanted to ask Sister Haitang to come and pat them together.
After all, after beating for a while, my arms were sore. It turned out that beating people was a tiring job.
After looking at it, Haitang shook her head helplessly. Wintersweet is just a child's nature sometimes.
"These servants have rough skin and thick flesh, and they have the most flesh on their buttocks. You are tickling them by beating them like this. You should hit them like this." Mr. Zhang came over and pointed at the fat heads and big ears of the servants.
Face.
"Look at all of you, you all have such ugly faces. How much lard did you have to eat to grow up?" Mr. Zhang scolded.
At this time, Haitang came over, threw away the wooden board in Wintermei's hand, and said a few words in Wintermei's ear.
"This is a good idea." After hearing this, Lamei asked several big men to stand up, bend their bodies forward at 90 degrees, and raise their arms from behind, making an airplane posture.
This action seems simple, but if you do it for a long time, it will cause backache and arm pain.
"Whoever puts down his arm first, I will castrate him. Master said, I am in charge of your lives now. I will only castrate one of you, the one who first puts down his arm and disobeys," Lamei said.
Several people naturally followed the instructions, and within half a stick of incense, the sweat was already flowing down their cheeks, and no one dared to put it down first.
"You have a lot of evil ideas, Honghua." Mr. Zhang decided to carry out this kind of punishment at home in the future. It is not harmful and is very effective.
Bai Haitang once again proposed to leave, but the young master made an excuse to stop him.
"Mr. Zhang, when you came down from the mountain, didn't you want to rest and go back to see your father?" Bai Haitang really wanted to go home to see her daughter.
"Can you tell me how to make that thing?" The young master came over with an innocent look.
Sure enough, sure enough!
Or for the formula of gunpowder!
"Why are you so interested in this?" Bai Haitang asked.
"It's not that I'm interested, it's my dad who is interested in things with light and fire. It's his 60th birthday in three days. I want to perform a performance to celebrate his birthday. There is only one year in life, and I just want to make him happy.
For a moment, I felt that my love for my son was not in vain." Mr. Zhang held his chin pitifully.
"Mr. Zhang's birthday party is in three days, but you didn't prepare it carelessly and even went to Shuilian Mountain. You don't look like a filial son." Bai Haitang said.
"My visit to Shuilian Mountain is also related to the birthday banquet. The girl I like will come from the capital to celebrate my father's birthday. She is a lady of the family, a well-educated family, and knows everything about music, chess, calligraphy and painting. I want to give her a handmade
The wolf-hair pen is used to win the favor of the daughter's family." Mr. Zhang explained.
After hearing this, Lamei curled up her little mouth and felt dissatisfied. She was from a well-educated family, what was the use of playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting? She couldn't use it as copper plates, and it couldn't be used as food. Dying cloth was the only thing she could do.
Hearing the word "capital", Bai Haitang's heart was touched.
I don’t know what’s going on in Datong. The exam is coming soon, and Haitang can’t even bear to take up the time to write letters.
No need to dress up, as long as you return home safely.
"What kind of clothes will a lady from the capital wear?" Lamei was also thinking about color.
"That's wrong, she is not a lady, she is the princess, the prince's daughter. She is a family friend of my Zhang family. This time she will come with her father to celebrate her birthday. She should be here in the next two days." Mr. Zhang closed his eyes and thought happily.