During the Spring Festival, the offspring of the dancing dragon head that Lanping saw that night was actually Qi Room himself, but he flatly denied it, probably because the Liu family came with him, and he didn't want to hurt her heart too deeply, after all, a husband and wife for a hundred days, not to mention that they have been respectful to each other for so many years.

"Dad, it's not me who dances the dragon......" Kai Mu said in a rambling voice.

"When the dragon lantern team came to Baishui Village that night, I remember very clearly, another young man with a dragon dance, Qifu, was drunk at my house and didn't come at all. Who else is dancing the dragon besides you? The old man knocked on the copper pipe and cleaned up the ash.

"Now that you know everything, I won't hide it...... Then are you planning to form a family with the Gong family? Kaimuro asked.

"That's what the old man is thinking." Bi Sheng nodded slightly, and talked to Dai's younger siblings and eldest siblings about the friendship between the two families......

Lan Ping was silent for an instant, she didn't expect that the future life she thought about day and night turned out to be a talent who knew martial arts, I don't know whether she was overjoyed or worried, she was silent, and looked at the opening room while cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks.

"Shaodong, I see that Miss Lanping's figure is just giving birth, so you should marry home quickly." Yinyue smiled.

"Oh, really?" Kai Room smiled slightly.

"Sister Yinyue, whether it is good to give birth or not is a coincidence. No matter how much some women pray to God and worship Buddha, their stomachs just don't move, and they are destined to have no children. Lan Ping wiped the bones and slag on the table, and then went to the kitchen to wash the dishes and chopsticks. Lan Ping also followed.

The speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional. Lan Ping originally said it casually, which made Yinyue very unhappy, isn't this talking about me? She stood beside Lan Ping, her face was displeased, and she changed the topic while washing the dishes: "Lan Ping, when can you be an aunt?" ”

"It's coming, it's coming. If the due date is right, I will have a little nephew after September. Lan Ping was full of joy.

"And when will your brother come back?"

"Maybe ten days and half a month, not necessarily. If he comes back, he will only come back, and if the trip is delayed on the way, it would be good to be able to come back before his sister-in-law is confined. Maybe it's on the way right now. ”

"Oh. He's gone, how can he come back? ”

"Walk."

"More than 2,000 miles from Chong'an to Baocheng Mansion, how long does it take to walk?"

"There is no endless road, my brother has a rare ink treasure on his body, and he should be able to exchange it for a little entanglement."

"Whose Mobao?"

"The famous calligrapher Zhong Xuan in ancient times."

"That's worth a lot, Zhong Xuan's character is the standard font approved by the imperial court at that time."

"My brother is not a last resort, he will not pawn Mobao, the treasure handed down from his ancestors for more than a thousand years is more important than his life, and Mobao will be taken wherever he goes, although he is just an itchy student."

"So it's a scholar, and he turned to business because he didn't want to do it?"

"It's not all, my brother is not very interested in scientific research, and when he saw that his father's shop lacked manpower, he took the initiative to give up the road of 'learning and excelling'.

"Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi. The heavens will be entrusted to people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, and starve their bodies and skin......"

"Stop, stop, I'm tired of hearing what Old Master Meng said. Our business is risky, and it's good not to starve. If it weren't for Shibo's help, our Gong family would have become tenant farmers of the landlord's old wealth. ”

"My father was a devout Buddhist, and he always believed in being kind, making things easier for others, and protecting future generations. Who told our ancestors that they migrated to Sidu to settle down hundreds of years ago? ”

"Sister Yinyue, I can see that you are not the younger sister of the Shaodong family, but the ......"

"And what?" Yinyue's heart couldn't help but tighten.

"You are his wife, the young grandmother of the Zhu family." Lan Ping smiled.

"What nonsense? I'm his own sister. Yinyue smiled.

"The moment the young owner was wrestling, your nervous and flustered eyes told me that you were not her sister." Lan Ping stared into Silver Moon's eyes.

"Am I like that?"

"I won't argue with you...... Sister, if the young owner marries me, can we be good sisters? ”

"Of course."

"Then let's pull the hook." Lan Ping stretched out her little finger, and Yinyue also stretched out her little finger, and the two swore an oath......

A month later, Lanping took her toad well to marry into the Zhujia compound, the old man Bisheng held a grand wedding for the opening room and Lanping, the celebration was carried out for three days and three nights, and two opera troupes were specially invited to celebrate, all the villagers ran to the Zhujia compound to watch the play, crowded to the water, eating and drinking were free, and for a time the old man Bisheng was righteous and squandered money in the four capitals as a good story.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, two months have passed. On September 23, the 11th year of the Daoli Emperor, late at night. Jingnan County of the Qing and Qing Empires.

Gong Wenjing, the owner of the landing, ushered in a baby boy at home, and the moment the baby landed, there was a sudden lightning and thunder, a strong wind, and then a downpour. It just so happened that his business in Chong'an ushered in a turning point, and people were in good spirits at happy events!

Gong Wenjing studied in a private school for a few years, and when the child was born, the night was bright and the stars were scarce, and the situation was changing, so he decided that his son would be a general who would govern the country and the country in the future. During the three dynasties, Gong Wenjing's brother-in-law Zhu Qimu looked at this little nephew, kissed and kissed, and asked, "Third brother, has the nephew been named?" ”

Gong Wenjing replied stupidly: "I don't read much, so I took an old school, hoping that children will learn literature and martial arts, live to old age, and learn old age." ”

Zhu Qiroom thought about it, pinched his fingers and counted: "The old name is too rustic, just follow the words of our Zhu family, the nickname Rongfu, the name of the book is good, Chang is prosperous, and it is an opportunity, I hope that the old school will meet nobles, seize the opportunity, revitalize the family, and glorify the ancestors!" ”

Gong Wenjing hurriedly lit a tube of dry tobacco for his brother-in-law, and said with a smile: "My brother-in-law is still knowledgeable, so let's call it Changyu." In this way, Gong Laoxue has his own book title - Gong Changyu.

Unfortunately, when Gong Changyu was six years old, his father died violently, and several other brothers divided their grandfather's property, bullied their orphans and widows, and only gave a small part of Liu's mother and son, and pushed his grandmother Dai to their mother and son, and ignored the support, so the family fell into the middle.

Mother Liu and her two sons depend on each other, working day and night, sewing clothes for the landlord's family, washing clothes to subsidize the family, with the help of her brother-in-law Zhu Qi's room, food and clothing are barely worry-free, but Gong Changyu's study has become a big problem.