Qi Qiqi looked at Zhou Ergou in silence.
"Let's just say, wouldn't it be more reasonable for you to ask me if I like Shopkeeper He?"
Qi Qiqi neither died in silence nor exploded in silence. Instead, he calmly proposed another solution to the problem.
Zhou Ergou suddenly realized and waved his hand after a moment, "You and Jin Jie'er? Even more impossible."
Qi Qiqi: Is this person insulting him or insulting Manager He?
"You said that Jin Jie'er has three or five weak and delicate young husbands, I believe it. But if you said that Jin Jie'er gets married and does mending and cleaning for a man, and then cries around the children and talks about family matters..." Zhou Ergou lowered his voice, as if thinking of that scene, he shuddered unconsciously, "I would rather she not get married in this life and live alone, it would be more comfortable than that life."
The shed is large but airy.
Once the words leave your mouth, they go with the wind.
Xianjin was thinking very seriously and didn't pay any attention to what was happening outside.
Chen Jianfang, who was only devoted to reading the books of sages, couldn't help but fix his gaze on the preface of "Plants" for a long time.
Isn’t getting married a good thing?
The two people supported each other and went through it hand in hand.
How come in the mouth of this sturdy guy it became a bad thing that was hated by both God and man?
If...if he is lucky enough to marry Xianjin, he will work hard and make progress. Although he may not be promoted to the highest position in the government, he will at least be promoted to one of the six ministries. This will surely make Xianjin proud and give him something to rely on - he will hand over all the household supplies, farmland, shops, and property to Xianjin without reservation, and give all the power to raise and educate the children to their mother. He will be loyal, tenacious, and strong, and give her the greatest protection and...love.
Isn't this also happiness?
Chen Jianfang tilted his head slightly, as if the obscure preface disturbed his mood and disrupted his thinking.
......
Xianjin expected to study on his own for an hour, but he actually studied for two and a half hours, and it was almost midnight.
Jiang Elbow and Zhou Ergou were snoring loudly on the left and right. Xianjin was ready to wake them up when he left, but they did the same thing - one turned over and continued to sleep on the narrow wooden board like old dogs.
Well, let them achieve the feat of sleeping on the company floor.
Xianjin and Chen Jianfang got on the mule cart one after another.
Chen Jianfang tightly grasped the fabric at his knees, thought for a long time and was about to speak, but when he turned around, he saw Xianjin leaning against the pillar with his head tilted, sleeping unconscious with his mouth open.
Chen Jianfang slowly loosened his hands that were tightly grasping the fabric and couldn't help laughing.
It seemed that every time he made up his mind to say something, he always failed - in the herbal tea incident, he walked in the middle of the night carrying pastries as an apology, hoping to talk to Xianjin face to face, but was greeted by closed shop doors and an empty inner courtyard; just last time, his words were already at his lips, but they seemed to be sealed by glue and hooked by a hook, and he could not speak freely.
This time, he wanted to ask Xianjin what he thought about marriage.
Xianjin responded with steady breathing and... saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth.
Chen Jianfang seemed to have resigned himself to his fate. He took out another silk scarf from his arms and gently wiped it clean. His eyes fell on Xianjin's open lips.
The girl's lips are pink, elastic and watery.
Chen Jianfang stared at her for a long time, and finally looked away with great difficulty. Xianjin's words were still ringing in his ears, "...if you really like her, then work hard to get into Chen's, and work hard to get two bars to be on par with her..."
He is totally vulnerable now.
Any decision made by my grandmother could turn this beautiful love into a cage of fear.
Chen Jianfang closed his eyes, raised his head, and leaned his back lightly against the inner wall.
Wait a minute.
Wait a little longer.
For two consecutive days, no one could break Xianjin's record of making money without any good paper.
Facts have proved that feudal superstition is useless.
No matter how many times you worship Cai Lun or offer a full banquet, it will not impress him.
Xianjin was very anxious.
Rather than being anxious, it would be more accurate to say that I feel irritated and depressed.
Chen Jianfang came to accompany Xianjin every night, but Xianjin went off for training later and later, and talked less and less. Chen Jianfang's companionship in the shed and his journey on the mule cart were mostly spent in silence and thought.
Xianjin felt like he was being pressed down by a huge rock, and he felt powerless like Sun Wukong trying to escape from the Five Finger Mountain.
It's not that she didn't work hard enough.
It’s her, really, really, really, I don’t know how to solve it.
The mentality cannot be reconciled.
Even though her deputy is the experienced and skilled Tuesday Dog, it is of no avail.
It only takes two steps to scoop up the paper.
If you try twice, succeed then do it. If not, wash it off and try again.
Every bit of force and every angle determines whether the paper scooping attempt is effective.
Xianjin was getting more and more anxious. The newcomers in the training camp didn't dare to approach her. Only Aunt Zhong came to comfort her under pressure and brought her a large cup of peach tea and four-color cakes. Xianjin hugged Aunt Zhong with his backhand and buried his head in the little sister's shoulder. It took a long time before he raised his head, "It's okay... It's okay——"
Aunt Zhong felt distressed. How could she be fine? Her shoulder was soaked!
"Even if it's not possible, can't I be a shopkeeper?" Aunt Zhong said indignantly, "Can every pen maker write well? Can every embroiderer make a set of clothes? You know paper, accounting, and business, isn't that enough!"
Xianjin shook his head.
not enough.
Blame her.
He used Li Sanshun as a crutch, thinking that if he ran fast enough with the crutch, he could reach the finish line before others.
Now, her crutches had been taken away and she was limping on the track. Even if her posture was perfect and her equipment was complete, she would not be able to finish the race, let alone win a prize!
Day 5, night.
Xianjin and Zhou Ergou's combination became more and more flustered. The bamboo curtain was tilted high, and the curtain in the middle was about to form a bridge.
Xianjin stood in front of the sink with her head down, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and her hair blocked her eyes. No one saw that there were huge tears in her eyes.
If crying could help, she would be willing to cry for four hours every day in front of the portrait of Master Cai Lun and punch in and out.
But crying is of no use at all.
Not only is it useless, it may even destroy the acidity and alkalinity of the sink.
Chen Jianfang closed the book and walked to Xianjin's side quietly. "Go back first and have a night's rest."
Xianjin nodded slightly.
Entering Yiyuan through the small gate, Xianjin lowered his head and pushed open the door of the east wing. When he lowered his head, he saw a stone placed on the window frame not far away, and a large brown paper bag was pressed under the stone.
Xianjin looked around, took the paper bag into the inner room, and quickly opened it, only to see a thin piece of letter paper with a line of words written in a flamboyant style.
"Change someone else. Zhou Er Gou is a strong man, and his elbows are three inches higher than yours, so his power points are different. That oily young man is a little shorter and weaker, and his shoulders and elbows are about the same height as yours. You can give him a try."
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