The landowner's wife of the imperial examination

Chapter 457
The master looked at the female disciple blankly, but he didn't receive anything: "What did you send, don't talk nonsense."

Jiang Changxi was happy: "Look at the joke, the joke of your two disciples, staying up in the middle of the night, staring at the chicken coop and catching weasels, isn't it good?"

After being speechless for a long time, my husband has to say that it is still very good-looking.Then he scratched his neck and looked at the two disciples who were foolishly tossing around, the master couldn't help laughing.

But you can't just admit it in front of the female disciples: "boring, rude."

Jiang Changxi: "Sir, your disciple wants to make you a pen by himself, and he will do it himself from the preparation of the raw materials."

The husband turned his head and looked over there, that's why he was tossing chickens and weasels in the middle of the night. It was ridiculous, and suddenly he felt that this scene was not so difficult to see.

Facing the female disciple with a straight face, the two male disciples have good intentions, and the female disciple secretly read a joke: "What are you?"

Jiang Changxi: "Just tell me if you are happy to see this."

The master turned his head and left, so the female disciple was giving it as a joke, but she still said: "Take a chance, you pass the test."

Jiang Changxi has to be seduced, you see, Mr. is easy to please.

But the six dishes and one soup definitely can't be withdrawn, thanks to Chang Le's long appetite, they can eat them all if they add two dishes, there will be no waste.

Of course, the main thing is that I have income in my hand, money in the library, and the strength to eat six dishes.

Zhou Lan and Chang Le were looking at the chicken coop eagerly. They couldn't wait for Huang Daxian to come, so they asked Dali to kill a chicken and trap the weasel.

In the middle of the night, I heard a lot of movement from the kitchen, and the sound of pots and pans. After a long time, Zhou Lan returned to the house with a head full of chicken feathers.

Stupidly tugging at a handful of hairs, excitedly said to Jiang Changxi: "I found it, I found it."

Jiang Changxi held his nose and took a few steps back. If he was disgusted, he asked Zhou Lan, "Where's the weasel?"

Zhou Lan replied stupidly: "Let it go."

Jiang Changxi fell on his back, what's the mood of the weasel who celebrates the Chinese New Year? You caught it for a long time and only pulled a handful of tail hairs. How about playing with wolves?
Jiang Changxi looked at the hair in disgust: "It's so precious, put it away, wash it up and rest, wash it for a while."

On the side of the master, he first heard chickens flying and dogs jumping for a while, and then he watched the little disciple with chicken feathers on his head go back to the house.

It’s also dumbfounding, just like this image, if you know it, you catch weasels, but if you don’t know, you catch chickens.

Not to mention whether this project can be made or not, the situation is really good, and the kitchen is probably almost smashed due to the recent movement.The cost of this sum is really high.

Of course, the main thing is the mind of the disciples, and the mind is the most important.So the master personally grabbed the little disciple to wash.

Jiang Changle was shy: "Sir, sir, this disciple has grown up and can wash himself."

The master didn't care about the little disciple's thoughts, he experienced the joy of raising the child, washed the chicken feathers off Chang Le's head, and then stuffed the disciple back into the bed: "From now on, don't mess around with your brother-in-law."

Chang Le kept it a secret, not to mention the reason for all the fussing: "Sir, this disciple is doing serious things, and it must be someone else who is messing around."

The master also cooperated, and complained to the little disciple: "I have grown up by two years by making you make trouble, sir."

This is how to grow up, Chang Le hopes that he can also grow up like this: "Why, how to do it, sir, don't lie to others, this is impossible."

Mr.: "Today is as lively as New Year's Eve, isn't it the day after tomorrow? It's another time. Isn't it two years old?"

Chang Lexin said that this was the case, and said that he couldn't really grow two years older in a year, and immediately coaxed people with a sweet mouth: "I hope that my husband will be as happy as the New Year every day."

Sir, how can you tell the young disciples, only children will feel happy in the Chinese New Year. At the age of the husband, the Chinese New Year is accompanied by many troubles.

Forget it, I looked at the little disciple in a good mood: "Well, sir, I received it. It is really joyful to see you."

The little disciple who stared at the weasel in the middle of the night fell asleep in no time, but there were several times in the middle of the night, killing chickens and catching weasels. Chang Le, a participant, didn't feel anything at the time, but was frightened afterwards, and kept talking nonsense in the middle of the night.

The master turned into a father and stayed with the little disciple in the middle of the night, and the circles under his eyes came out, so this gift from the disciple is really annoying.

This is a gift, my husband is so sad that I don't want to celebrate the new year.

Looking up at the New Year's Eve, I saw my husband haggard like this, so Jiang Changxi asked, "Do you really not like this gift so far?"

Mr. rubbed his forehead: "No, it's because the follow-up of this gift is too troublesome."

After talking about Chang Le's situation at night, I asked Doctor Qing to come over and cook a bowl of shock soup for Chang Le.

The husband looked at his prudent eldest disciple, and sincerely persuaded him: "You should put your mind on studying, and leave such brain-consuming things to your daughter-in-law."

Forgive me sir, I am too old to make trouble.

Jiang Changxi can be regarded as lying innocently, as if she is the one who can make troubles the most, how could she be so troublesome, the husband is biased towards this matter, it is considered true.

But looking at Chang Le, he was alive and kicking, and he didn't look frightened at all.Pulling Zhou Lan to make brushes, how could she look frightened.

The master looked at the little disciple, twitched the corners of his mouth, shook his sleeves and left.Co-authoring is to toss Mr. He is an old man alone.

Fortunately, the big disciple and the young disciple just got weasel hair, so there are still many things to be busy.Don't pay much attention to Mr.

It wasn't until the three of them sat together for the evening meal of six dishes and one soup that the master saw a few disciples and the writing brush in the hands of the eldest disciple.

You don't need to look at it, the gentleman has determined the preciousness of this pen.After all, I also stayed up all night.

Chang Le happily looked at the husband, waiting for his praise: "Sir, do you like it?"

Thinking of the little disciple with chicken feathers on his head and frightened nonsense in the middle of the night because of this pen, the husband said sincerely: "I like it very much."

Chang Le immediately stated: "Sir, my disciples will do more in the future."

The husband's emotion disappeared in an instant: "No, professional things should be left to professional people. You are so good at studying, sir is happier than anything else."

This one is more commemorative.It's not as interesting as watching the disciples catch weasels in the middle of the night.In terms of production, there are more slots.

Chang Le also enthusiastically suggested: "Sir, let's use it to write Spring Festival couplets."

The corner of his mouth twitched, and the words for outsiders should not be written so casually: "How can such a precious gift be taken out and used easily? You can write couplets, but this pen must not be touched. Mr. cherishes it very much."

Therefore, the gentleman who was unwilling to write anything on the big red paper in the past, now chooses the lesser of the two evils and is willing to write couplets.Who would have thought.

(End of this chapter)