Chapter 90: A Pretty Guy
He Zhili looked at He Zhichun suddenly, not kind! Such a filial piety thing actually didn't allow him, who was the second brother, to get involved.
He Yu also felt that such a shameless and skinless thing was easier for He Zhichun to do.
He Zhichun was looked down upon by the two of them with goosebumps, she is clearly a good lady with great integrity, okay?
"Daddy, how can you! If Ah Qiao invites someone, then at least all the people in the city must be invited, dragon and lion dancers, singing farewell poems, and excited and crying, and the most necessary thing is that a clever and cute boy hugged Daddy's thigh with tears in his eyes......
"Shouting Dad?" He Zhili couldn't help but interject.
He Yu's face turned and he made a gesture to hit him.
"Of course, it's shouting: Wise and martial He Envoy, don't go!"
He Yu's face turned blue and white for a while, and he patted his chest happily, "It's good that you didn't come out like this, otherwise you would have gone to Chang'an and wouldn't have been laughed to death." ”
Since it wasn't the children who were cheating, it was true! As soon as He Yu thought of this, his heart couldn't help but feel good, and he hummed a little song and went into the cabin.
There was finally less sorrow on this ship.
He Zhili patted He Zhichun's head, "How do Qiao's head melon seeds grow!" and came up with a way to make money for my brother, you think, even a good official like our father can't help but want to come to such a show. What about the others? We can get a troupe to play for those departing officials...... It's a good ......."
He Zhichun was simply speechless.
Second Brother He has completely fallen into the eyes of money, to put it vulgarly, you just let out a fart, he can think of a way to make money by selling fart.
He Zhili's thoughts at this moment have already flown across the Yangtze River towards the Yellow River, "Ah Qiao, look, our troupe is of great use, whoever is old, the filial son will not cry, it doesn't matter, let the troupe play the role of filial piety, and ensure that the sun and moon are gone!" ”
"Who's family thinks the dowry is too shabby for a happy event, it doesn't matter, let the troupe carry a fake box, and you can carry as many ...... as you want"
He Zhichun couldn't bear it anymore, shook his sleeves, and put his feet in the quilt furnace in the cabin, only sighed: "The world is declining, and people's hearts are not ancient!" ”
He Zhili laughed and squeezed in.
In the winter of Yuezhou, all rely on this thing to survive the winter, put a charcoal basin at the bottom, put a wooden square shelf on the top, and then lay a quilt, the heat can not be dissipated, and it will be warm.
Drink a cup of tea, or drink two sips of chilled rice wine, and eat two bites of oranges, it is simply beautiful.
It wasn't until the boat entered the Han River and saw that it was about to dock to change carriages that He Zhichun woke up from such a lazy state, and Ruan Mo's face was already as black as the bottom of a pot.
"Little lady, the slave will freshen up for you, although this quilt is warm, but it is too unsightly, go to Chang'an, but don't use it in front of people."
He Zhichun nodded indiscriminately, and said in his heart, don't worry, this kotatsu will definitely be made by her second brother The little lady in Chang'an City will be one for everyone.
The family walked around like this, and finally saw the Qixia Gate on the south side of Chang'an City the day before the Shangyuan Festival.
He Zhichun was in the car, waiting for He Yu to show the soldiers guarding the city the way, and heard a voice calling "Ah Qiao, Ah Qiao" from a distance!
He Zhichun's face darkened, and she had an ominous premonition in her heart, she had no relatives and friends in Chang'an City, and she had no friends, only one Zhiqiu was still in the palace. After all the calculations, only Cui Jiu is left.
Three years have passed, and he has only grown years and not his braincase? Calling her by her name in public, what is this about?
Sure enough, the voice was getting closer and closer, it was Cui Jiu. His duck throat had somehow become low.
"Uncle He, the little nephew waited at the door almost every day after the New Year, and today I finally let someone wait."
He Yu's face is not very good, why is Cui Jingxing's face so thick? Uncle Zhangkou closed his mouth and his little nephew, and he even tried to get involved with Ah Qiao! Shouting as if you know you very well. You smashed Ah Qiao's head with a vase, and Lao Tzu hasn't settled accounts with you yet!
"Cui Yushi is here to wait for your great-grandfather, the old man is traveling with a certain person, everything is fine, and the carriage at the beginning is."
Cui Jiu also came back to his senses, nodded busily, and smiled like a flower on his face, He Yu looked don't look over, did you pick up the money? The mouth is going to crack to the root of the ear!
Cui Jiu's heart was itching, and he also knew that this was not the time to catch up, there was a long queue at the gate of Chang'an City, and a large number of people were waiting to enter the city, so he thought about it and got into Cui Dou's car in a hurry.
Look at the good guy, the old Taoist priest is lying in it and sleeping.
"Great-grandfather, great-grandfather, wake up. Tell me what Ah Qiao looks like, you helped me guard it, and didn't let the wolf cub next to me take it away, right? ”
The old Taoist priest opened his eyes in a daze, and pushed Cui Jiuyi, "Shake it, your arm will be broken by you." Didn't I paint a portrait of you every year, and what did you say, I didn't have an eye to see it! The Cui family's face has been lost by you. ”
Cui Jiu didn't care, and he was overjoyed, "Where did I lose the face of the Cui family, I am now the head of the Cui family, great-grandfather, you are at my age, but you don't have this ability!" Now I have completely freed up my hands and am bent on marrying Ah Qiao back. ”
The old Taoist priest opened his eyes at this time, if Cui Jiu, the great-grandson, did not make him angry to death.
He almost passed the book to Ah Qiao Hongyan every month, and the letter was packed in a wooden box, thicker than a slap, and he reported everything in detail. There was only one line of small words left for the old Taoist priest: Please ask the great-grandfather to reply to the letter, be optimistic about Ah Qiao, and drive away all the men who threaten his grandson.
"Where are you now? He Yu is from the Sanpin Si Nongqing, He Zhiyi wants to elect an official in the spring, and the old Taoist priest looks at his face, eight or nine are not far from ten. Hehe, the He family is now rich and rivals the country. The old Taoist priest was a little gloating.
Of course, although the He family has a lot of money, its status is still far behind that of a big family like the Cui family.
"Yu Shi Zhongcheng, this is quite interesting, just scaring people every day, quite suitable for a certain person."
The old Taoist priest glanced at Cui Jiu inexplicably, and said dryly: "Your Majesty is really broad-minded and dares to abuse yourself. ”
In the imperial history, Cheng is only on the fifth grade, but Cui Jiu is only sixteen years old now, and he has already been promoted by virtue of his family background. Didn't you see He Zhiyi who was seventeen years old this year before he dared to end at the beginning of the year?
"Great-grandfather, great-grandfather, what is this about, talk about Ah Qiao, let's go to Ah Qiao's house together in a while? You haven't had time to clean up the courtyard in the house, why don't you stay in Ah Qiao's house for a few more days? ”
The old Taoist priest's satisfaction was swept away, "Kill you, an unfilial descendant." Lao Tzu is going to Tianxu Province to find an old monk to play chess, you can find a Qiao to play by yourself. ”