grandfather married

Chapter 13 This is a Serious Problem

"How can it be all right? Why can it be calculated in one breath?"

Ji Sibo almost scratched his head, but he still didn't want to understand this question.

"squeak"

Qingsong pushed open the door, wanting to ask the young master to have lunch in his wife's yard, but when he entered the door, he was frightened by the young master's expression of lovelessness.

His eyes turned red quickly, and his lips trembled, "Master, don't be afraid, I'll go to my wife right now, and bring you a doctor, you'll be fine."

Ji Sibo raised his head blankly, what do you mean?Please doctor?He can eat three bowls for a meal, why ask a doctor?

Seeing that Qingsong ran out in a flash, and was about to run out of the courtyard gate, he stood up and shouted, "Come back!"

Qingsong's sprinting figure stopped abruptly, and she turned around, wiping her tears while sobbing, "Master, you can't avoid medical treatment if you are sick."

"Snapped!"

Ji Sibo was so angry that he patted Qingsong on the head, and stared at him fiercely, "Who is sick? You dared to curse your young master?"

Qingsong almost staggered from the beating, and rubbed his head with a bitter face, dumbfounded, "Then why did you look... so miserable just now, young master?"

After thinking for a long time, I couldn't hold back the word.

"Snapped!"

Ji Sibo slapped him again.

"Life is worse than death, painful, heartbroken. Which word is not more accurate than miserable?"

Qingsong muttered, "The little one has never read a book."

Ji Sibo panicked at that tone, pointed at Qingsong and reprimanded, "As the young master's servant, I haven't cultivated the young master's brilliance and martial arts, and dare to say that I have never read a book! From today on, you will teach me to read and write, otherwise I can't even take you out, you're too embarrassing for me!"

Qingsong was dumbfounded, wise and mighty?Master, are you serious?A person who goes to watch cockfights every day and sneaks away, is this a wise man?Also, when will the boy have to learn to read and write?

Seeing his boy's suspicious eyes, Ji Sibo panicked, and chased him away like a fly, "When will you learn to read and write, so you can go out with the young master!"

Qingsong walked out with a broken and confused face, where did he learn to read and write?

"Wait! Come back!"

Qingsong immediately turned around, thinking that the young master had changed his mind, but in the end he heard the young master impatiently asking: "What's the matter you came to see me just now?"

"The madam asked the little one to ask you to go to her place for lunch." Seeing the young master chase him away again, Qingsong left sadly.

"Sibo, I heard from the housekeeper that your aunt took you out this morning. Where did you go?" Ji Hongzhuo asked casually.

"cough cough"

Ji Sibo, who was eating, choked with fright, Zhou quickly patted him on the back, frowned and muttered, "Eat slowly, what are you doing in such a hurry?"

Knowing a son is like a father, father and son for more than ten years, how can Ji Hongzhuo not see his son's guilty conscience?
"Snapped!"

He stopped eating, slapped his chopsticks on the table, and looked at his son solemnly, "Did you make your aunt angry? Or did you do something bad?"

Does it count if you owe your aunt money?
If I can't afford it, will my aunt be angry?

It's a pity that Ji Sibo didn't dare to say these two sentences even after killing Ji Sibo. He searched his brains and couldn't think of something that could deal with his father. In the end, he said, "Daddy, go ask auntie, auntie told me not to say anything." of."

Ji Hongzhuo: "."

The clansmen are not allowed to spy on the whereabouts of the patriarch without any reason.

After a while, he picked up the chopsticks again, and both Zhou and Ji Qiongzhi breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now, Zhou Shi was prepared to rush forward to stop him if her husband wanted to beat her son.

Ji Hongzhuo clapped his hands and snorted coldly, "If I find out that you made your aunt angry, I will take care of you!"

Ji Sibo shrank his neck, thinking that he had escaped, but he was reminded that he owed 300 taels of silver.

I lamented in my heart, gambling really killed people, the ancients did not deceive me.

After Ji Sibo had a meal, he didn't think about tea and rice. He could eat three bowls of rice on weekdays, but today he only ate one bowl. Even if he didn't say anything, how could the other three people here not know that he had something on his mind?
After he finished his meal, he wiped his mouth and slipped away as usual, Zhou was worried, "Is there something bothering this child?"

Ji Qiongzhi comforted him, "Don't worry, Ma'am, although brother is ignorant, he dares not do bad things. I guess there might be something wrong with the general he raised."

The General is a cricket, which Ji Sibo values ​​very much. He has won two fights with the General, and he is very proud.

Mrs. Zhou sighed, "I hope so. Auntie doesn't ask him to be rich, the most important thing is to have a safe and happy life."

Loving mother loses many children!
Ji Hongzhuo cursed these five words again in his heart, but unfortunately he didn't dare to say them once in front of his old wife.

Hearing the two mother and daughter talking, Ji Hongzhuo squinted his eyes. He felt that his son's abnormality was definitely not the fault of his general. He probably had something to do with A Shou. They intervened in her training her son and daughter, so they had to suppress their worries in their hearts.

Ji Sibo rushed towards Yu'ouju like smoke from the soles of his feet, Chunyan only felt a blur in front of her eyes, and a figure disappeared from her eyes with billowing smoke.

"Cough cough."

Chunyan rushed to the Ming Room, only to realize that the person was Ji Sibo, and seeing Ji Fushou waving at her, she stepped back to make tea for Ji Sibo.

"Auntie, tell me, why can you calculate it in one breath?"

Ji Sibo was out of breath, put his hands on the round table, and looked at Ji Fushou stubbornly.

Ji Fushou took a look at the dishes that were moving because he was clapping his hands on the table, and thought to himself that luckily she had just finished her meal, otherwise it would be unjustifiable not to whip a meal because this junior dared not show compassion and filial piety to the elders. .

"No hurries!"

Ji Fushou raised his eyelids, his brows were condensed, "This is how your father taught you, flustered and rushed when something happens?"

Ji Sibo wiped the sweat from his forehead, and smiled flatteringly, "Don't be angry, Auntie, Dad taught me to be calm and calm when things happen, but I didn't learn it well."

"Oh?" Ji Fushou bent his lips, "Since you haven't learned well, then you can ask me after you have learned it well. Go to the yard outside me and take a horse-step for an hour. If you can't hold on halfway, Don’t expect to have an answer to what you’re asking.”

a bolt from the blue!

Ji Sibo never expected that his aunt would do this to him, Zamabu?Can't move for an hour?

Just thinking about it makes his scalp tingle.

"Auntie, I promise I won't do it in the future, so just let me go this time." Ji Sibo used his invincible trick: pretend to be pitiful.

It's a pity that Ji Fushou is not his parents, so he showed no mercy, "As my nephew, it's too embarrassing for me to be flustered because of arithmetic. Hurry up, or pay back the money if you don't go!"

Ji Sibo: "."

While pacing under the big tree in the yard, he thought, why are the words of my aunt so familiar just now?

Also, is that an arithmetic question?
That is clearly a question of 300 taels of silver!

(End of this chapter)