The great god Cai Lun and his followers.
Chen Jianfang smiled unconsciously. No matter when and where, Xianjin could always speak in a refreshing tone.
Seeing Chen Erlang smiling brightly and sincerely, Jiang Elbow tried desperately to take off his lips and cover his upper lip, trying to hide his brilliant auntie smile. He bent his elbow outward, wanting to achieve deep physical communication with Zhou Ergou, but who would have thought that his elbow hit nothing.
Jiang Elbow turned his head and saw Zhou Ergou had already moved ten meters away with a vigilant look on his face.
Tuesday Dog: I feel helpless.
Even if Jin Jie'er's marriage is to be sacrificed to him, that's fine.
He didn't want to hurt his fragile kidneys again.
Jiang Elbow's eyes rolled around, and he said with a smile, "Speaking of Master Cai Lun, I can't help but think of Luhuang Paper. I heard that when the first Bazhang Xuan was made in Jing County, an old man with silver hair and beard suddenly appeared in the trough, leaning on an ancient wooden cane, with a pair of eyes wide open. After a while, he disappeared. The guys thought it was Master Cai Lun. Every time they became the Prince of Lu, they would pay tribute to him with agarwood, offerings, and firecrackers..."
This was obviously the first time Jin heard it.
Zhou Ergou nodded and said to Xianjin, "...before in Xiaocao Village, in front of Lao Liuzhang Xuan, Master Sanshun specially burned incense and kowtowed to the ancestor."
this...
Xianjin lowered his head and stirred the paper pulp again, then raised his head and solemnly instructed Zhou Ergou, "Master Gou, please go to the market tomorrow to buy two portraits of the ancestors for me, and also buy some pomegranates, peaches, etc...."
Maybe the ancestors don't like fruits very much? It's like a fasting meal, and I need some more carbohydrates.
"Shortbread, sesame cake, and chicken and oil cake from Lao Tong's house at the east end of the city, fifty of each kind."
Carbs, fiber...protein is also important.
"Cut two pieces of braised shank meat! Also buy some braised ribs, pork cheeks, and lamb legs."
Xianjin arranged a muscle-building meal for the ancestor.
Zhou Er Gou was anxious, "Wine—" He bumped into Xian Jin, "Wine! What old man doesn't like to drink!"
Healthy meals were suddenly hyped up to become social meals.
But what Tuesday Dog said makes a lot of sense.
Xianjin said generously, "Then bring me two more pots of green plum wine. I hope the Grandmaster will eat and drink well and bless me to open the paper smoothly."
Chen Jianfang lowered his eyebrows and glanced sideways, his smile seeping into his eye sockets and reaching his heart - he was not a man who could be easily relaxed. After twenty years, his father's temperament finally became open-minded under the constant warmth of his mother, but he collapsed on the eve of the good days. He was very similar to his father in his bones, sensitive, thoughtful, emotional but a little cowardly. When his emotions became more, he was like a reservoir without a dam. When waterlogging came, floods gushed out. If he could dig channels, divert ditches, moisten the soil, and melt the water in time, he could escape unscathed, but if he failed, he would almost be drowned by the pent-up emotions.
Showing gold can easily make him feel relaxed.
With just a few words and a few smiles, everything seemed to be easy in her hands and could be solved properly, completely and smoothly.
His father took him to see a kind of flower on the border of Chengdu Prefecture.
It was introduced from the West and is called Zhangju. Its huge flower disk grows facing the sun.
Xianjin is like this flower, and he is like the weeds taking shelter under this flower, greedily, bloatedly, and inseparable from absorbing Xianjin's powerful vitality, replenishing his peace of mind bit by bit.
Chen Jianfang placed the cloth bag he had been carrying on the chest of drawers next to the sink, silently moved a well-lit oil lamp, took out the books and writing brushes from the cloth bag, and said in a gentle voice, "How long will you continue to practice?"
Xianjin looked at Zhou Ergou, and Zhou Ergou didn't know why he subconsciously looked at Jiang Elbow.
Jiang Elbow scratched his head, "We are training, I won't leave."
Tuesday the dog scratched his head, "I can sleep next to Seven Seven Seven."
You mean overnight?
Xianjin: ...What kind of teacher is this! How come there isn't even a dedicated class schedule!
Also, would it be too harsh to stay up all night?
What if the Grandmaster wants to practice her drinking capacity in a dream?
"Another hour." Xianjin glanced at the clock and saw that Hope Star had already taken a small stool and sat down to read. He hesitated and said, "There is a mule cart in the yard. You can go back first and ask Accountant Lu to come and pick me up."
Chen Jianfang's eyes did not leave the book. "Wouldn't that be too much trouble for the mule?"
Xianjin:?
How about giving you a Peace Prize for caring for four-legged animals?
Workers are all working overtime, so why can’t working animals work “996”? ?
Xianjin felt depressed. The dim paper-making shanty only had three or four oil lamps hung on the wooden beams. In order to facilitate adding materials to the trough and stirring the "night trough", several lamps with strong oil were prepared for lighting. Even so, the entire shanty was too large and the night wind in mid-autumn and early winter was fast and strong, blowing the oil lamps all over the place. The light and halo were like a drunk old man trying to walk in a straight line on the road.
"You've ruined your eyes by looking too closely." Xianjin raised his chin, "Why don't we go to the front store, where the light is better."
Chen Jianfang smiled gently and waved his hand, "Why bother lighting a lamp and burning oil? It's good enough here, right?"
Xianjin wanted to say something, but Chen Jianfang simply placed his hands on the table, raised his head, smiled peacefully, and said in a voice as smooth and clear as spring rain, "Xianjin, you are wasting your own time."
Xianjin stopped arguing about the avant-garde proposition of reading and light, turned back to the sink, and simply ignored Chen Jianfang beside him. He just wiped the bamboo curtain clean and held it under the lamp to study it by himself. Zhou Ergou was a self-cultivating academic nerd who was very strong but had zero teaching ability. He could not dig into the problem as clearly as old man Li, and asking him for his opinion would probably result in a comment like "I think you are wrong".
Then ask him, "What's wrong?"
On Tuesday, the dog will act like a big fool, grinning foolishly and feeling "something is not right".
It doesn't feel right to go...go fuck yourself.
What’s the difference between this and Party A’s request of “I want colorful black and depressing and affectionate white”!
Instead of relying on Tuesday Dog, it is better to rely on your own IQ.
Xianjin unilaterally deprived Zhou Ergou of the 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 teacup beside Xianjin.
Hot tea.
Chen Jianfang couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.
He told the girl early in the morning that drinking herbal tea would damage her spleen and liver, but now that the weather is getting cooler, she is finally willing to listen to him.
Qi Qiqi, who was standing aside, was so tired that his teeth were almost unable to cover up. He rolled his eyes and decided to change his train of thought and asked Zhou Ergou, "...Since our shopkeeper He has no engagement, then our Erlang Jun is almost nineteen years old, and he has no engagement either?"
Tuesday Dog thought about it for a moment and answered honestly, "I don't know."
Qi Qiqi was speechless and choked with emotion.
Zhou Ergou scratched his head, "I don't like Erlangjun, so whether he gets engaged or not, what does it have to do with me?"
Zhou Ergou realized later that Qi Qiqi might be paying too much attention to Erlang.
Could it be——
Zhou Er Gou made a "tsk" sound and whispered a reminder, "If you like Er Lang, you better hide carefully. If the old lady catches you, I'll break both of your legs!"
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