A piece of paper

Chapter 188 Breaking your legs (second update)

The great god Cai Lun and his followers.

Chen Jianfang laughed unconsciously. Xianjin could always say something refreshing no matter where he was.

Seeing Chen Erlang smiling brightly and sincerely, Jiang Xiuzi tried his best to wrap his lips around his upper lip, trying to hide his bright aunt's smile. He turned his elbows outward in order to achieve deep physical communication with Tuesday Dog. Who would have thought that he would jump at him with his elbow? null.

Jiang Jiuzi turned around and saw that Tuesday Dog had already moved ten meters away with a vigilant look on his face.

Tuesday Dog: So helpless.

Sister Jin's marriage must be sacrificed to him.

He didn't want to hurt his fragile waist again.

Jiang Xiuzi's eyes rolled, and he said with a smile, "Speaking of Patriarch Cai Lun, it reminds me of Lu Huang Zhi. I heard that when the Ba Zhang Xuan was first made in Jing County, an old man with silver beard and hair suddenly appeared in the trough. He was leaning on an ancient wooden crutch and his eyes were wide-eyed, but they disappeared after a while. The guys thought it was the Patriarch Cai Lun who appeared, and every time he was crowned King of Lu, they would pay homage to him with agarwood, offerings and firecrackers."

This shows that this is the first time Ming Jin has heard it.

Tuesday Dog nodded and said to Xianjin, "Before, when we were fishing for Liuzhang Xuanqian in Xiaocao Village, Master Sanshun specially burned incense and paid homage to the ancestor."

This.
Xian Jin lowered his head and stirred the paper pulp again, then raised his head and solemnly told Tuesday Dog, "Master Dog, please go to the market tomorrow to help me buy two portraits of the ancestors, and buy some pomegranates, peaches and so on."

Perhaps Grandmaster doesn’t like fruits too much, right?Just like eating a withdrawal meal, you have to have some more carbohydrates.

"Short cakes, sesame cakes, chicken fried cakes from Laotong's shop in the east corner of the city, fifty of each."

Carbohydrates, fiber, and protein are also important.

"Cut the braised tendon meat into two pieces! Buy some braised pork ribs, pork cheeks and lamb legs too."

Xian Jin arranged an indulgent cheating meal for the Patriarch.

On Tuesday, the dog was anxious, "Wine--" Chong Xianjin said, "Wine! What old man doesn't like drinking!"

Healthy meals are suddenly promoted as social meals.

But Tuesday Dog has a point.

Xianjin said grandly, "Then let's have two more pots of green plum wine. I hope that Grandmaster will eat well and drink well, and bless me to open the paper smoothly."

Chen Jianfang lowered his eyebrows and looked sideways, with a smile that penetrated his eye sockets and reached his heart - he was not a person who could easily relax. After twenty years of his father's continuous gentleness, his temperament finally gradually became more open-minded, but he fell into a good life. On the eve of the real arrival, he is very similar to his father in his bones. He is sensitive, thoughtful, and emotional, but a little cowardly. When his emotions become more intense, he is like a reservoir without a dam. When a flood comes and the flood gushes out, if he can dig it out in time, By draining, dipping, moistening, and melting the soil, he could escape completely, but once he failed, he almost drowned in depressed emotions.

Showing gold can easily make him relax.

A few random words, a few smiling faces, it seems that everything is easy in her hands and can be solved properly, completely and smoothly.

His father could take him to see a kind of flower on the border of Chengdu Prefecture.

It was passed down from Xifan and is called Zhangju. The huge flower plate grows in the sun.

Xianjin is like this kind of flower, and he is like the weeds sheltering under this flower, greedily, bloatedly, and inextricably absorbing Xianjin’s powerful vitality, gradually replenishing his emotional stability. .

Chen Jianfang placed the cloth bag he had been carrying on the cupboard next to the sink, silently moved a well-lit oil lamp, took out the books and pen and ink from the cloth bag, and said in a warm voice, "How much longer are you going to practice?"

Xianjin looked at Tuesday Dog, and Tuesday Dog didn't know why he subconsciously looked at Jianghouzi.

Jiang Zuizi scratched his head and said, "We are training and I won't leave." Tuesday Dog scratched his head and said, "I can sleep next to Qiqiqi."

Does it mean staying up all night?

Xian Jin: What kind of teacher is this?Why doesn’t there even be an exclusive course schedule?

Also, would staying up all night be too cruel?

What if Grandmaster wanted to test her drinking ability in her dream?
"One more hour." Xianjin glanced at the star of hope and saw that the star of hope had already sat down on a small stool to read. "There is a mule cart in the yard. You can rush back first and then invite us." Accountant Lu rushed over to pick me up."

Chen Jianfang didn't look away from the book, "Wouldn't that be too much trouble for the mule?"

Xian Jin:?
How about giving you a Peace Prize for caring for four-hoofed animals?
All migrant workers are working overtime, so why on earth can’t migrant animals be “996”! ?
The dimly lit shack only had three or four oil lamps hanging on the wooden beams. In order to make it easier to add materials to the water tank and stir the "night rowing tank", several lamps with strong lamp oil were also prepared for lighting. , even so, because the whole shanty space is too big, and the night wind in mid-autumn and early winter is strong and strong, causing the oil lamp to tilt this way and that, and the light and halo is like a drunk old man trying to walk in a straight line on the road.

"Take a good look at it." Xian Jin raised his chin, "Why don't you go to the front store to take a look. The light is better."

Chen Jianfang smiled warmly and waved his hand, "Why bother to light a lamp and burn oil? This place is already very good?"

Xianjin wanted to say something else, but Chen Jianfang simply put his hands on the small low table, raised his head, smiled calmly and quietly, and said in a voice as smooth and clear as spring rain, "Xianjin, you are wasting your own time. "

Xian Jin stopped entangled with the avant-garde proposition of reading and light, turned around and returned to the sink. He simply ignored Chen Jianfang and wiped the bamboo curtain clean before holding it under the lamp to study by himself - Tuesday Dog He is a self-improvement academic who is very strong but has zero teaching ability. He cannot ask questions like Old Man Li. If you ask him for his opinion, you will probably get a comment like "I think you are wrong."

Ask him again, "What's wrong?"

On Tuesday, the dog will act like a fool, laugh naively, and "doesn't feel right."

Fuck you. It doesn't feel right.

What's the difference between this and Party A's request "I want colorful black and depressive and affectionate white"!
Instead of counting on Dog Tuesday, it’s better to count on your own IQ.

Xianjin unilaterally deprived Tuesday Dog of his right to participate in teaching, and he had no choice but to choose to study on his own.

Chen Jianfang raised his head slightly, his eyes falling on Xianjin's thin back leaning against the pillar, and then on the steaming tea cup beside Xianjin.

hot tea.

Chen Jianfang couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.

He said early in the morning that the little girl would harm her spleen and liver if she drank herbal tea. Now that the weather is getting colder, she is finally willing to listen to some words.

On the side, Qi Qiqijiang's elbow and Yahuazi could hardly wrap their heads. Rolling their eyes, he decided to change his mind and asked Zhou Zhouguo, "Since our shopkeeper He has no engagement, then our Erlangjun is almost nineteen." You’re old and you haven’t gotten engaged yet?”

After Tuesday Dog thought carefully for a moment, he answered honestly, "I don't know."

Qi Qiqi was speechless and choked.

Tuesday Dog scratched his head, "I don't like Erlangjun. Whether he is engaged or not, what does it have to do with me?"

Will Qiqi pay too much attention to Erlang on Tuesday?
Is it—

The dog "tsk"ed on Tuesday and reminded in a low voice, "If you like Erlang, you should hide it carefully. If the old lady catches you, I will break your legs!"

(End of this chapter)