Chapter 259: Pretending to be an entry-level player

Chapter 259 Pretending to be an entry-level player

These two people have the figure of a praying mantis.

Just like ordinary young people in the countryside, if they are fat, they will not be fat all over the body. They are all thin and long, and they only have a fat belly. He has the virtue of a young master, and he really thinks of Tang Sanshui at the first sight.

Brother Yuan smiled and said: "If you say that one bottle is not full, half the bottle is dangling, the more you have not learned anything, the more dangling you are, the mud under your feet has not been shaken clean, and you start to dislike the people around you. "

Ms. Lin said: "Take us Xiaojue there another day and let him see what a real scholar is like!"

Brother Tang said: "Did you forget that you have a second son who can study?"

"Are you stupid?" Mrs. Lin disagreed: "Rong'er has no strength to restrain a chicken. If I take him out for a walk, people will say, so what if he can study. If he is not in good health, isn't that just a waste of time? I take him out for a walk. Xiaojue go, you just say it, literary or martial arts, you can’t find faults! Hmph!”

Yan Shenjue was tidying up in his own room, and the more he listened, the happier he was. He leaned on the railing and looked down, smiling, "Okay."

Brother Tang laughed and said, "You join in the fun too! Aniang, what kind of rivalry do you have with him? It doesn't matter."

Xinbao interjected: "Because A Niang is a heroine who specializes in injustice in the world!"

"Yes!" Mrs. Lin said: "My Xinbaoer is the best at talking!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Yan Chenjue suddenly jumped down from upstairs, stood beside Mrs. Lin, quickly pulled out the hem tucked around his waist, and with a light shake, straightened his sleeves and clothes. When he looked up, his whole body The temperament has changed, it is called Zhilan Yushu, and Xinbao is taken aback when he sees it.

The next moment, someone knocked on the door and said, "Tang Dalang, are you home?"

Everyone exchanged glances at each other, and Mrs. Lin said, "Who is it?"

People from outside came in, and it really was Tang Guangzong, holding a box in his hand, with a reserved look, nodded to the person, and gave the box in his hand to Mrs. Lin.

Duanzi was a little unhappy when he saw it.

He is obviously used to it, and his attention is only on a few men, and he doesn't pay attention to Mrs. Lin, or women, and acts casually as if he were treating a servant.

It's hard to say about this kind of thing.

But I heard Mrs. Lin say: "Come on, come on, what else do you want!"

Tang Guangzong was stunned for a moment, a little embarrassed: "This is the bowl of your house."

Ms. Lin was "surprised" and said: "If you return the bowl, you will return the bowl. Why do you have a box? Then when I return the box, should I return it to you empty, or put something in it?"

Tang Guangzong was very impatient with her repeated words, and felt that she was very uninterested, so he gave her a warning look and said, "No need to pay back."

Yan Shen Jue snorted coldly.

Tang Guangzong had seen him a long time ago. After all, Yan Chenjue's looks and temperament were really the kind of people who saw him first at a glance.

He hurriedly saluted: "I am next to Tang Guangzong, do you know who is your honor?"

Yan Shenjue did not return the salute, but said in a low voice, "Excuse me."

He gently supported Mrs. Lin's elbow, his brows and eyes were slightly closed, and Wenya was written in his bones: "Auntie, just leave these trivial matters to the servants."

Yu Ru quickly stepped forward, took the box, and as if unable to hide her disgust, lifted the box far away and said: "Madam, wait a moment, this servant will fetch water for you to wash your hands."

Miss Lin put on airs and nodded.

"Well," Yan Chenjue described to her: "It's cold, and plum blossoms are also suitable for the occasion."

Poof!

Brother Tang and the others held back their laughter and silently lifted the furniture.

What is this called?

It's okay for Tang Guangzong's face to be stiff, but he looked down on people first, and he didn't dare to fart even after being acted by others. He forced a smile and continued to salute: "It's Yuan Shao, right? Xiaosheng has always admired Zaijiu Mountain people very much. Could you ask Yuan Shao to help introduce you?"

Yan Shen Jue said indifferently: "My surname is not Yuan, why do you admire the people from Zaijiu Mountain? Which poems and essays do you think he wrote well?"

Tang Guangzong's face turned green.

You must know that not only the people from Jiushan, but other than the "sage books" such as the Four Books and Five Classics, many previous and current writers have written by partial schools. Books these days are not cheap, and these people can't afford the books used in the imperial examination. What's more, these partial poems and books? So he really didn't read it, and he was stopped by him when he asked.

He held back for a while, and said: "You, your surname is not Yuan, so where are the two young masters?"

Brother Yuan lifted the cabinet and waved at him: "Looking for me? What's the matter?"

Yuan Yaochu said: "Still looking for me? I'm Yuan Er!"

Tang Guangzong was dumbfounded.

He always regarded those few as craftsmen, and didn't pay attention to them. He didn't expect that the master of the great Confucianism was actually carrying things? ?

Finally, Tang Guangzong walked away in embarrassment.

Hearing his footsteps running away quickly, several people couldn't help laughing.

Miss Lin also couldn't help but laugh, and lightly patted Yan Shenjue twice: "I'll just say it, I'll say Xiaojue stands up and shines, no need to say anything, we win!"

Yan Shen Jue smiled lightly, jumped back again, continued to tuck up his hem, and packed his things.

Brother Yuan saw it and laughed again and again.

Even if they don't consider whether they are lucky stars or not, they and Mrs. Lin are really losing their temper.

They all belong to that kind, they don’t cause troubles, but they are not afraid of troubles. If you scold me, I will scold you, and if you play me, I will play you...An eye for an eye, I have never swallowed my anger.

As for Tang Qingshan and Brother Tang, they obviously have the kind of big-man temper. They don't care about such petty things. I won't stop them, let them play.

To put it bluntly, those who worry about causing trouble every day are just because they have no ability and worry that the things they cause will not be able to handle it, so they ask their wives and children to bear it every day.

However, how could Tang Qingshan, who loves his wife so much, make his wife and children endure it for three years for the sake of a word of filial piety?

Brother Yuan murmured in his heart, but still joked with them on the face, a group of people quickly finished carrying the things, and the carpenter's shop also delivered the furniture.

This time, Yan Chenjue gained experience, and bought extra copies of many things, and even bought some other patterns, and then temporarily put them in the warehouse, and watched them for a few days. There is no need to run and break your legs for a trick.

And in this way, there are two more sets of things, each room is full, and it looks quite satisfying.

Yan Shenjue directly asked someone to buy some ready-made vegetables from the city. After everyone moved, they made soup and started eating. There is no furniture in the small flower hall. There are two large square tables, and it is quite comfortable to sit at the two tables diagonally. of.

Sometimes it’s busy at noon, and Xinbao doesn’t take a nap, but if he doesn’t take a nap, he will wake up late the next day, and the time for martial arts practice has to be postponed. Breakfast and lunch are too close together, so whenever he can sleep, he will try his best sleep for a while.

So when she was full, Yuru carried her down and woke up after sleeping for more than half an hour, and saw Yan Shenjue, Brother Yuan and Tang Qingshan talking in the flower hall.

(end of this chapter)

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