"Madam, I made you laugh." Chen Shiba's face looked a little sad, and she bowed her head and saluted.
"I didn't laugh." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "You talked too much and I couldn't understand you."
Chen Shiba Niang raised her head and smiled bitterly.
"Ms. Cheng, actually, I don't understand either," she said.
Chen Danniang and the maidservant stared in surprise. Cheng Jiaoniang may or may not be surprised, but no matter what, her expression was blank.
"I learned those words by heart when I heard them from my grandfather, father, and husband. But it's not because they said they were good to me that I felt good about them. Although I didn't understand them, I really felt good about them." Chen Shiba Niang
He looked at Cheng Jiaoniang and said.
That’s not right either. Everyone says it’s good, so how can it be bad? It’s weird if you feel it’s bad.
Chen Shiba Niang didn't know what to say, and her description was even more restrained.
Maybe she shouldn't have come in such a hurry, and it would have been better to prepare for it in a few days.
"My calligraphy is not very good either." Cheng Jiaoniang said, shaking her head.
"No, no, Mrs. Cheng, you are being humble." Chen Shiba Niang said hurriedly.
"I'm not modest." Cheng Jiaoniang looked at her and said.
There was silence in the room for a moment.
"Ba Niang, what are you going to say?" Chen Danniang couldn't help but ask, looking at her in confusion, "Are you going to learn from Mrs. Cheng?"
Chen Shiba Niang has a somewhat complicated taste and is also a little sarcastic.
"Actually, my handwriting is not good at all." She sighed softly and said, "I have learned the calligraphy of Erwang and Yan Gong, but I still can't write it. I can't understand the essentials that the teacher taught. They
I can’t understand the charm in the words, in fact, I don’t understand anything.”
She said this and looked at Cheng Jiaoniang.
"If you memorize the praise by rote, it doesn't come from your own heart. It's still not good, and it makes you laugh, my lady." She said, bowing her head and saluting.
"No." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
I didn't understand it at all, so naturally I didn't find it funny.
The maid supplemented Cheng Jiaoniang's words in her mind.
"Oh sister." Chen Danniang couldn't help but grab Chen Shiba's sleeves and stared at her round bright eyes, "What are you talking about? Do you think Sister Cheng's calligraphy is good and your calligraphy is not good?
It’s nothing for her to learn calligraphy? Why are you talking so much?”
Chen Shiba Niang was a little anxious when she called her.
"No, it's not that I think her calligraphy is good, it's because others, everyone thinks her calligraphy is good, so I have to learn it." She said, bit her lower lip, looked at Cheng Jiaoniang, bowed her head and saluted again,
"Chen Su, that's too shallow."
Chen Shiba Niang, Ming Su.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at her and curled her lips.
"What kind of shallowness is this?" she said, "Isn't that what it should be?"
Chen Danniang was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether she was speaking truthfully or ironically. She was thinking in her mind, but Chen Danniang was already nodding her head.
"That's right. No one has agreed on what to do in school?" she said, shaking her sister's sleeves.
is that so?
It seems that this is indeed the case, but is it okay to say it this way?
Chen Shiba Niang was a little stunned.
"...Sister Cheng, I went to play with my mother a few days ago. I saw a sister from the Wang family who had two nice braids. My wet nurse didn't know how to do it. I asked her to ask someone else..." Chen Danniang was already giggling.
After speaking, he pointed at his head and said, "Look, look, it's like this, doesn't it look good?"
"It doesn't look good," Cheng Jiaoniang said.
"Sister Cheng! What's not beautiful about it!"
The children in the room were chatting and laughing in a childish way, and it felt like the room was full of people and the atmosphere was lively.
Chen Shiba Niang looked at the serious exchanges between the big and small people in front of her. She was stunned for a moment and then suddenly smiled.
"Ms. Cheng." She said again, different from the solemn tone last time, with a bit of relaxation, she saluted Cheng Jiaonian, "Chen Su doesn't know how to read, but likes books. Although she doesn't know how to write well, she knows how to write.
I'm not good at it, so I wonder if I can get my wife to give me some guidance on calligraphy and calligraphy? Chen Su, I want to make myself someone I like and admire."
Cheng Jiaoniang and Chen Danniang stopped talking.
"My handwriting is not good," she said.
Chen Shiba Niang, who bowed her head, was immediately disappointed, so she decided to refuse.
"I am also practicing." Cheng Jiaoniang continued, "If you like it, you can learn with me."
Chen Shiba Niang was overjoyed.
"Thank you, madam." She saluted and said.
After bidding farewell to Zhou's house, Chen Shiba Niang, who was sitting in the car, could not conceal her excitement.
"It's really hard to talk to Mrs. Cheng." She couldn't help but sigh and patted her chest.
Chen Danniang blinked at her.
"What? Sister, you are struggling to speak. Isn't it just to learn Chinese characters? You talk so much and I don't even understand what you are talking about." She said with a snort.
Chen Shiba Niang was in a good mood and reached out to pinch her nose.
"What do you know?" she said.
Chen Danniang ducked away.
"Mother Eighteen, you are going to practice calligraphy with Mrs. Cheng, and I am coming too..." she added hurriedly.
Chen Shiba Niang thought of something and quickly grabbed her sister's arm.
"Danniang, you must remember Mrs. Cheng's words and don't tell anyone about this matter," she said.
Before leaving, Chen Shiba Niang asked Cheng Jiao Niang tactfully if she wanted to reveal that she had written the five words "Qie Ting Temple".
Cheng Jiaoniang shook her head and refused.
"Why didn't Sister Cheng let me talk?" Chen Danniang was very puzzled.
"Perhaps she feels bad." Chen Shiba Niang said, "Ms. Cheng has already been widely rumored in Beijing because of her medical treatment. She just took the opportunity to cover it up. Naturally, she doesn't want this matter to be spread again at this time."
"Why is it bad?" Chen Danniang asked even more confused.
"Because the wealth is not exposed to the public," Chen Shiba Niang said, "She is weak and young, and her reputation is too great at this time. If someone with intentions uses it to make a fuss, it will not be good for her."
Chen Danniang blinked and looked at her, still looking confused.
How could a child of five or six years old be expected to understand this? Chen Shiba Niang laughed.
"Anyway, you remember, Mrs. Cheng, doesn't like to be known, because she feels..." She thought about the reason that would be easiest for children to understand, and then said, "My handwriting is not good enough."
Chen Danniang suddenly exclaimed and nodded vigorously.
"If your writing is not good enough, it will be embarrassing if people find out." Chen Shiba Niang said with a smile, "Ms. Cheng waited until her writing was better in the future before she said, remember, don't say it now, if you
If you tell me, Mrs. Cheng will be unhappy and stop playing with you."
This was what Chen Danniang was most afraid of, and she immediately opened her eyes and nodded her head repeatedly.
After seeing off the Chen sisters, the maid looked at Cheng Jiaoniang with twinkling eyes.
"Madam," she shouted and sat forward.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at the book without raising her head, and just hummed.
"Madam, it turns out your handwriting is really so good?" the maid said with a smile.
Although Chen Shiba Niang said that she didn't understand, the words she said were definitely other people's descriptions of Cheng Jiao Niang's character.
"It's just words. If it's good, so what? If it's not good, so what?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked.
That's true...
The maid was stunned for a moment, then shook her head.
"No, no, it's just good, it's not for the sake of anything," she said.
Cheng Jiaoniang was noncommittal and said nothing.
"Madam," the maid said again, smiling so hard that her eyes were crooked, "Only now do I understand why Miss Banqin was so sad when she left."
Cheng Jiaoniang looked up at her.
"Why?" she asked.
The maid burst out laughing.
"Madam, Miss Banqin has learned the art of refined food from you. I am following you, but I don't know what to learn." She covered her mouth and smiled, "Because there is so much to learn."
Cheng Jiaoniang looked up at her and curled her lips.
"Then learn the way of doing nothing." She said.
The maid covered her mouth and smiled. She smiled and then stopped laughing.
The way of inaction, isn't it the way of Taoist Master Li Zhenren? Could it be that the lady really met an immortal and got enlightenment from Li Zhenren?
"No more treatment?"
In the immortal's home, a man in casual clothes put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands, slightly surprised.
"Yes, it is said that he is ill, and the doctor from Renhetang also confirmed it." Dou Qi said, "It seems that he has not met a god, right?"
The man smiled disdainfully.
"Fairy? Gods are really hard-working these days. They rely on them for everything, hoping to get rich." He said, while he rinsed the rabbit meat in front of him, put it into the sauce and dipped it into his mouth.
The official prostitute sitting next to him promptly wiped the traces of juice from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief.
"It seems that what the Zhou family has is not a secret skill that can cure all diseases." He said, took the wine brought by another official prostitute, took a sip, and said with some admiration, "The wine of Huixianlou is really good.
"
"Yes, yes, grandpa, since we have this wine, our business has been better." Dou Qi said with a smile.
"No one from the Zhou family has been here, right?" the man asked.
"No, no one has come since that day." Dou Qi said, feeling a little strange in her heart. Could it be that as the woman said, she didn't care at all?
So the Zhou family didn’t care?
I didn't care at the time, but what happened after they became more and more wealthy in Shenxianju?
There are not many people in the world who are not tempted by money, especially money that they should be able to earn.
Impossible. Those who can suppress their thoughts are naturally more powerful people. When his thoughts changed, the smile on Dou Qi's face became even more complimentary.
"With grandpa here, the Zhou family is not blind," he said.
"It's good that you're not blind." The man laughed.
If the Zhou family is really jealous and causes trouble, although he has his own way to cure the red-eye disease, it will still cost him a lot of trouble. After all, he is still an official, and if he uses some connections, there will be a lot of troubles.
What's more, the secret recipe of Zhou's family seems to be just mediocre. I don't know if it's worth the effort and money.
The Zhou family knew what was going on, which saved him a lot of trouble.
"I heard that your old store was sold?" he asked, lost in thought.
"Yes, grandpa, it's sold..." Dou Qi said happily. This old store, which could only buy four to five thousand guan from regular customers, unexpectedly met a few strangers who didn't understand anything. It was really disappointing for him.
I made a lot of money.
As soon as he became happy, his heart started to tremble. Looking at the man eating and drinking under the clothes of a prostitute in front of him, the smile on his face was slightly twitching, as if someone was drawing his blood.
"Grandpa, if you earn a lot this month, I will have someone send you the bonus in advance." Dou Qi said.
The man hummed, contentedly picked up a piece of meat, rinsed it, and ate it in one bite.
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I recommend that everyone read this book and update it every ten days, so that you may feel better, ~~~~(_)~~~~(To be continued)
