"What are you going to do in Shangshu Province?" Remnant Yang Zhangji said puzzledly.

"Eat and drink." Jiang Huan gritted his teeth and said.

He was almost dead last night, and he didn't go to Shang Shuling to make amends for his name and write it backwards.

Remnant Yang looked at Jiang Huan speechlessly, as if he was disgusted with his son-in-law's greed.

"You were tired last night, so come with me." Jiang Huan pouted and motioned for him to help take away the pile of "mountains" on the table.

"Yes." Remnant Yang frowned slightly, finally nodded in response, and then moved the fold.

Jiang Huan stretched out his hand and divided some of the folds in Remnant Yang's hand, and then said, "Let's go."

"Yes." Remnant Yang Road.

Shangshu Province.

Shang Shuling's name is Zhuang Zhou, and he is a native of Kyoto. He is open-minded, and he does not dislike Jiang Huan's young age like others, but excludes him very much.

As soon as Jiang Huan entered the door, he saw Shang Shuling and other colleagues chatting leisurely, so he stepped forward and said:

"Shang Shuling is cured?"

The corners of Zhuang Zhou's mouth twitched slightly when he heard this familiar voice, and then he took a few steps back, and fainted.

Jiang Huan saw more of this situation, and saw that he began to pretend again, and squatted on the ground without changing his face. He pinched Zhuang Zhou's nose with one hand and said:

"Remnant Yang, go and ask the doctor to show Master Zhuang."

Poor Zhuang Zhou was so abused by Jiang Huan, a descendant, that his face was red and white.

"Let me go." Zhuang Zhoudao.

Jiang Huan looked at Zhuang Zhou with a smile on his face. A pair of eyes full of banter.

"Keep going."

Zhuang Zhou gave him a roll of his eyes and said, "If you continue, you have to kill me."

"Then get up." Jiang Huan said.

Zhuang Zhou glared at Jiang Huan, then got up from the ground, and patted the dust on his body.

"Have you finished reading the piece?"

"Yes." Jiang Huan said and gestured to Remnant Yang. Remnant Yang understood and put the chapter in front of Zhuang Zhou.

Zhuang Zhou looked at the piece in Remnant Yang's hand, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Good work." Zhuang Zhou said, picked up a book from the pile of folds, and looked at it seriously.

Although he threw the piece to Jiang Huan with a lazy mind, the main purpose was to give Jiang Huan a chance to exercise. After all, Jiang Huan is still young, and if he is not there one day, he will not be able to gain a foothold here, so it is better to help him.

Zhuang Zhou nodded and looked at Jiang Huan with an approving expression.

"Well done."

"Don't forget the ten meals you promised me." Jiang Huan said.

"This is natural, the official counts when he speaks." Zhuang Zhou threw the chapter to a person next to him and said, "You can pass this on to each other in private, and I will test you tomorrow."

"Yes." That's humane.

The person who spoke, Jiang Huan, also knew, it was a foreigner named Li Sheng. At this moment, he looked at Jiang Huan with disdain, as if he was saying how annoying Jiang Huan's kind of flattering and pleasing person was. But after reading Jiang Huan's review, his face changed and changed. His mouth opened in an O-shape, and he asked in a little surprise:

"You wrote this?"

"Otherwise?" Jiang Huan sneered as if he had heard something interesting.

"I didn't write it, did you write it?"

"I didn't mean that." Li Sheng was a little embarrassed when he heard what Jiang Huan said, and replied, "Lord Zuo Cheng put forward a lot of unique insights in the music, which we didn't expect, and I just admired it for a while." ”

(End of chapter)