Chapter 483 Red Pants, Black Pants
This kind of person is smart enough.
When you become smart, you even don't care about your own life.
Jiang Lian felt threatened and broke out in cold sweat, which covered her back. "...No, Grandpa, I didn't. I didn't guess you. I just wanted our eldest family to live a better life."
"I... also hate Jiang Wanwan for suppressing me in everything. With her around, I can't get ahead no matter what. I'm not willing to accept this. We're both descendants of the Jiang family, so why should I be blocked by her?"
After hearing this, not only did Cheng Shiguan want to complain about her, even Gao Shulan couldn't stand it anymore.
"Why?"
"Jiang Wanwan is prettier than you, and can give birth to a son better than you, so it's her right to block you."
"I don't like to brag as much as you do."
Gao Shulan could think of Jiang Lian’s shameless words as soon as she closed her eyes.
Cheng Wenshan looked at Jiang Lian and stretched out his hand to signal Gao Shulan to shut up.
Gao Shulan shut her mouth.
Cheng Wenshan thought that Jiang Lian’s brain wasn’t that useful since he could say such things.
The young girl just guessed some of his thoughts.
Nothing threatening.
Cheng Wenshan: "It's a good thing that you are willing to think about the family."
"But you have no brains. So many old goods are fake. You have made so many mistakes in succession that I have lost face in front of others. Don't get involved in receiving goods in the future. I will find a professional to do it."
Not letting her see old stuff, are you giving up on her?
Jiang Lian knelt down and moved closer to Cheng Wenshan: "Don't give up on me, I really can do it."
"I have a treasure appraisal notebook at home. My stepmother originally gave it to me, but Jiang Wanwan stole it. The treasure appraisal notebook was left by Jiang Beiwang. If you can get it, you don't need to ask anyone for help. We can set up a talent training organization to train people who are loyal to you."
She is indeed not as smart as Jiang Wanwan when it comes to appraising treasures.
She used to be very smart, but now it’s not the case and she finds it difficult to learn anything.
Not to mention treasure appraisal, he can’t even learn simple arithmetic or English.
Jiang Lian didn't expect to learn anything from the treasure appraisal notes.
She saw Cheng Shiguan's cold face from the corner of her eye and covered her forehead in pain: "There is one more thing I want to tell you."
“But it’s not convenient here.”
Cheng Wenshan understood: "Come with me."
He took Jiang Lian to his study.
"No one is here, go ahead."
Jiang Lian timidly sat on the chair next to her: "There is a secret in the notebook at Jiang Wanwan's house."
Cheng Wenshan finally looked at her straight in the eye.
"secret?"
Jiang Lian: "Yes, there is a treasure in the notebook. It was obtained by my uncle. It is called Xiaoyushan. Xiaoyushan is a treasure from the Shang and Zhou dynasties. It has magical powers."
Cheng Wenshan knew something. Many treasures were unearthed from cemeteries. The older the treasures were, or if something special happened during the year they were buried, the treasures would become different.
"What power?"
Jiang Lian naturally refused to say: "I don't know either. I overheard it before."
"You just need to find Xiaoyu Mountain and a man named Zhang Hezong. Grandpa should know him. His son Zhang Chuanfeng died early to save Dong Hejue."
"He is my uncle's teacher and can easily unlock the secrets of the codex."
Cheng Wenshan has always been troubled by the problem of finding old goods.
Many things are exported abroad, or given to people with connections, which can help him succeed in business.
"Are you sure this news is true?"
Jiang Lian removed her hand from her forehead. Her palm was stained with blood. She raised three fingers with blood on them. The blood matched her eyes full of hatred and jealousy. "I swear, it's absolutely true!"
Jiang Lian: "I will never make a mistake about this matter!"
"No, you are wrong."
Jiang Wanwan pointed to the Arabic numeral 13 on the notebook and said.
"How can 5+5 be 13?"
Jiang Wanwan is not in the mood to think about Jiang Lian in Beijing or the Huo family in Beijing at the moment, because... she is teaching the children to do their homework.
After the Chinese New Year, if children don’t want to create a miracle with a pen and a lamp, they should do their homework honestly.
Xu Lan and Shen Dazhui were not very good at reading, counting, or Chinese, so the couple would take Xiao Qiuqiu and Xiao Chuanchuan away during the day (Qin Xiao was also taking care of An An, of course), so the three children were not around.
Correspondingly, Jiang Wanwan has to teach Suisui and Guoguo how to do their homework.
Guoguo poked her chin with the top of a pencil with a pink eraser. After a while, her chin felt numb, so she stretched out her chubby fingers and counted: "1, 2, 3..."
After a long while, he raised his head and said, "Isn't it just 13?"
Sui Sui was tired of hearing this: "Why are you so stupid! It's obviously 11!"
Sui Sui stretched out her fingers and counted.
Jiang Wanwan: “…”
She covered her head in despair. Oh my God, twins are so difficult to teach. When her children grow up, they will go to kindergarten, elementary school, junior high school, high school, and college.
Oh my god! ! !
This is going to cost her her life!
Why was she so naive? She was so happy that her teeth were hanging out when she found out she was pregnant with her third child.
I really want to put it back on and slap myself twice.
Guo Guo pinched her waist: "No, it's obviously 13! You counted less!"
Sui Sui: "Fourth Aunt Guoguo is so stupid. She obviously calculated incorrectly, and even after you said it was wrong, she insisted it was 13. She is so stupid. Aunt, please help me judge for myself."
Jiang Wanwan seemed to have been drained of all her strength and was half lying on the kang table.
"Hey Sui Sui, 11 is not right either..."
Sui Sui covered her mouth in surprise.
This is his signature move.
Sui Sui covered her mouth sweetly: "How could that be? I counted three times and it was 11 every time."
Guoguo laughed out loud: "Hahahaha! Sui Sui, don't make me laugh so hard that my teeth fall out. You calculated it wrong yourself, and you still have the nerve to criticize me. How ridiculous, Lululu~"
Sui Sui pouted in grievance: "Then what is the correct answer, auntie?"
Jiang Wanwan said weakly: "The correct answer is 12."
Guoguo frowned and pouted, saying, "Aunt, you are not lying to the child, are you? Did you calculate it wrong? I clearly calculated it to be 13."
Sui Sui: "Maybe. After all, adults are not always right. The other day I said my red pants looked better than my black pants, and Xu Lanfei said the black ones looked better. You see, adults are not always right."
Jiang Wanwan was mad: "No... you can get full marks in math, there are formulas, how can it be the same as your black...red pants?"
Sui Sui: “Is there any difference?”
Guoguo: “Yes, is there any difference?”
At their age, they basically just play around and don’t learn very deeply in school. Ahem, their attitude towards learning is not very serious either.
Just when Jiang Wanwan was about to collapse, Shen Xingjiang came back from outside with two strings of sauce sticks in his hands.
"Jianggan" refers to sorghum stalks, which are light yellow in color when dry, have no moisture inside and are very light. Poor families would string together sections of five or six centimeters of Jianggan stalks for their children to learn arithmetic.
Jiang Wanwan saw him as if she had seen a savior: "My Jiang, you finally came to save me!!"
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