One said: The four girls of the Jiang family who returned to Beijing from the countryside offended the regent who leaned towards the government and the opposition, and her life was afraid to end. Unexpectedly, the style of painting became like this: Jiang Nai: "Lord, I will calculate a hexagram for you." If you go out before midnight today, nine out of ten will be struck by lightning. Regent: ...... What is the solution? Jiang Nai: Come to my Yin Yang Zhai to buy an artifact to avoid catastrophe. Dark Guard: ...... Isn't this a pot lid? Your subordinates feel as if you've been cheated again. Is this king's demeanor a pot lid pressable? Let me show you what it means to have a pot lid on your head. The second said: The four girls don't know a single big word, they don't have any literature and ink, and the articles they write are afraid that they don't understand bullshit. Dean of Shangjing Academy: The four girls know astronomy and geography, especially the history and culture of the ancient Jiang Kingdom, and have made great contributions to academics. Crowd: I'm afraid it's not the same person? This dean is a nursery! Three said: The fourth girl, Kemu, Ke, brother, and aunt, have to be sent to the nunnery to be stocked for a few years to sharpen their hearts. Aunts and uncles: Crying, please don't spread rumors. Life is bitter, every time you spread rumors, we will collectively be unlucky. A few years later, Jiang Nai took a small version of the regent shopping. The son asked curiously: Mother, why is there still a gambling game in the market, betting that you are in the hands of your father, and you will not survive for thirty years? Jiang Nai looked weak: This matter starts with a picture of a mountain residence. When my mother was young and ignorant, she put your father in a painting and almost starved him to death...... Son:...... What did you think at the time? Jiang Nai: I think he's strange and pitiful, and his waist is too thin from hunger......