He Zheng Lang is his Zheng Lang, and this Zheng Lang is this Zheng Lang.

When he made this family business with his physical father, the two were colleagues and good friends, and when his father died, Cui Youjie rose step by step and became the governor of Mengzhou, and he did not dislike this family business. The current Cui family is not the Cui family of the Tang Dynasty, and the current Zheng family is not the Zheng family of the Tang Dynasty.

Cui Youjie may still want to maintain the tradition of hundreds of years ago and marry Cui Zheng.

However, he is a face-saving person after all, and when he talks to his colleagues, oh, that little brother in Zhengzhou is our future son-in-law Cui Zhizhou, and he will definitely not be able to hang on face.

came to ask the reason, there was a lot of regret, but because of the friendship with his father in the past, he couldn't open his mouth. Only then did the scene of the lips and lips about to move.

Zheng Lang doesn't care about this.

The Zheng family's family background is okay, and he is not the Zheng Lang, he is a loser, as long as he works hard, he can't be an official, and he can be a happy little landlord. There is no grass at the end of the world, there is no need to marry the daughter of the Cui family. Besides, what he looks like, he still saw the side a few years ago, and Brother Xiao Se can't remember it himself.

But the performance of several mothers, especially the kind-hearted eldest lady and her biological mother Siniang, tears flashed in their eyes, and Zheng Lang had to take the initiative to stand up.

Cui Zhizhou looked at several women, sighed, dropped his sleeve, and wanted to leave.

Zheng Lang pulled his sleeve all of a sudden.

can't let him go, Cui Zhizhou didn't say anything, but once he went back, as soon as he talked to his mother-in-law, he had the idea of regretting his relatives again. People are in love, as soon as they leave, they can't see the sad looks of a few mothers, for the sake of their daughter's future, they will regret their relatives.

It doesn't matter if you regret your relatives, a few women in the house must be sad.

But it can't be said either.

I don't know if I don't wear it, and I'm shocked when I wear it.

In ancient times, it was far from being as simple as I thought, with different living habits, different clothing, food, housing and transportation, and even different words. Although Zhengzhou is located in the Central Plains, the language spoken by the people is by no means Mandarin. Through the memories of the original teenager, Zheng Lang could understand, but he couldn't speak.

When he woke up, Zheng Lang was frightened, looked at several women of old and young anxiously turning in front of the bed, and reflexively asked, "Where is this?" ”

When they had finished asking, several of the women wept.

I didn't understand what he was saying, thinking that his head was broken and he lost his soul, so he hurriedly invited a few immortals home to ask the gods to summon his soul.

Since then, Zheng Lang has never spoken casually, and when he says, he says it slowly, very awkwardly.

Cui Zhizhou was in a bad mood at this time, and if he spoke slowly and word by word like a few days ago, he would be even more angry. Therefore, he did not speak, but fell to the ground for a long time, and his attitude was very sincere.

Cui Zhizhou had no choice but to turn back and stand down.

Zheng Lang shouted to Si'er: "Scissors." ”

Si'er ran away and brought a pair of scissors, Cui Youjie was a little strange and looked at him.

Zheng Lang dragged the bonsai out with difficulty, picked up the scissors, walked around the stump, and looked at it for a long time before he started with the scissors. I have been here for several days, and every day I look at this pot of juniper in front of me, and I feel pierced. I have been nursing my wounds in bed, and my heart is full of burdens, so I didn't move it. But bonsai is not a painting, it is a three-dimensional thing, not only to start from the side of the bed, but also two sides, one back, up and down, front and back, left and right.

At first, he carefully pruned the small branches of the new trees. Then slowly cut off the excess branches and leaves, and finally repair the canopy. The action is not very fast, it doesn't matter if you cut it slowly, you can do it again. But if you cut it quickly, you will be careless, and you will not be able to install it again.

My hand hurt a little, and I was not familiar with it, but I finally finished cutting it and said to Cui Youjie, "Look." ”

Cui Youjie has been watching, and several women are inexplicable, only knowing that after being pruned by his son's hands, this "little tree" has become very beautiful, but it is mostly the work done by subordinates and craftsmen, which will not help to change Cui Youjie's attitude. He turned his head to look at Cui Youjie again, but Cui Youjie's face had eased slightly.

Zheng Lang observed his expression and knew that he still hadn't done enough. I want to say it, but the coherent Song Dynasty dialect is still not used to speaking. After thinking about it, he walked to the desk, took out the round ink from the ink cartridge, and shook the water again. A few women don't understand, the simple rules still understand, the water is mostly used porcelain pottery, there are also lead, tin jade and other materials, the most taboo copper, copper surname fierce, storage water for a long time is toxic, easy brittle pen. But it is not copper, under normal circumstances, water in the water cannot be stored for a long time.

Since the death of his father, Zheng Lang has neglected to study, even if he reads, he just makes a appearance, plus he is injured, so there is no water in the water.

I had to pick up the bronze shepherd boy lying cow water injection on the table, and said to Si'er: "Water." ”

Only ordered Si'er, Liu Er is slightly older, and she has been attacked by the original Xiao Zheng Lang many times on her little pigeon chest, and she is very disgusted with Zheng Lang. Afraid of the identity of his subordinates, he usually dares to be angry but doesn't dare to speak, but he doesn't listen to Zheng Lang's words.

It can be seen that the original Zheng Lang is so bad.

Si'er trotted and came back with some water in the water injection.

Pour more than a dozen drops of water into the inkstone with water, very particular, too much water, the ink is light and expanding, and the water is too little, and the ink is heavy and astringent. And the ink used for painting and writing is different, and the personal style is different from the weight of the same ink, so the water injection is very important, and it is by no means a decoration. Often people who are experts in writing or painting are adjusting it drop by drop. Either you can adjust it by grinding ink, but in that case, it will be wasted. It doesn't matter if a layman wastes, anyway, I'm a big boss, how much can I waste by writing such a few words a year? But in the case of an insider, absolutely not.

To be able to spend a lot of money for a young lady in the pavilion, but not to waste pen and ink, is a respect for culture.

Zheng Lang's understanding of the Song Dynasty is only some later knowledge, as well as the memory of Xiao Zheng Lang, but he also understands some of the views of the Song Dynasty people, but it is better not to understand.

Cui Youjie's face turned gloomy again.

Zheng Lang said quibly: "Taishan, injury." ”

rolled up his sleeves and beat him hard, not only did Xiao ** be injured, but also his arms and thighs were injured.

"Your father was bright and bright when he was alive, with high temperament and good conduct, and it was your ...... Why does it hurt? ”

Zheng Lang shook himself on the ground again.

Cui Youjie saw his sincere attitude, and he couldn't get a seizure. And finally saw that there is an advantage, although the little guy is small, he is very good at observing faces. But I can't figure out why I impulsively hit the stone with an egg and fight with Gao County's son. I can only sigh in my heart, a knife on the head of the color word, this sentence does not matter the age, even if it is a ten-year-old child, it can also be tricked.

Then use the lotus leaf petal to wash the white porcelain pen to wash the brush hairs softly, pick up the brush, and make a sauce in the inkstone, staring at the white paper but starting. What can I write to persuade this father-in-law? At least write a few words that can move people, I have done my best, I can't give in, even if the Cui family regrets it, I can comfort a few mothers.

Also, in my memory, Zheng Lang studied for a few years under the guidance of his father. The original calligraphy is still written in some shapes. However, after his father's death, he neglected to practice for a long time, and his handwriting became worse and worse. As for myself, I am lying on the computer all day long, and I can't write well with a pen, let alone a brush.

I thought of some calligraphy again, and suddenly countless kinds of calligraphy flashed in my mind, as well as various evaluations from later generations, and a lot of information came one after another. Because the amount of information received is too huge, the "boom" sounds, and the mind seems to explode.

"Son, what's wrong with you?" Several ladies rushed up and held him up.

"No, what, what." Zheng Lang regained his footing, and suddenly laughed.

Cui Youjie was so angry that he dropped his sleeves and said, "The habitual son is a bad son!" ”

was very disappointed with Zheng Lang's gaffe and wanted to leave again.

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