There are two days left to be the joy of Baozhu's family moving house. Jiang Cheng also specially asked for leave to come back, followed by a dog skin plaster.

"Your Zhangjia Village is very good, there is a river in front of the green mountains, according to metaphysics, it is a treasure of feng shui."

In the cold winter wax moon, He Shoutang held a folding fan in his hand, and he felt a personable appearance.

Follow Jiang Butt back to Jiangjia Village.

Looking at his sassy appearance, the corners of Jiang Cheng's mouth twitched constantly.

His outfit costs more than ten or twenty taels, for fear that others will not know that others are stupid and have a lot of money.

Rubbing his eyebrows, he couldn't help but pour cold water: "Backed by green mountains and facing the big river, it is indeed a treasure of feng shui, and burying it here after death will definitely bless your descendants!"

The smile on He Shoutang's face gradually solidified, and he put away the folding fan: "No wonder Brother Jiang, you don't like girls, it's obviously an auspicious word, why did it change the taste in your mouth."

"The scenery is really bad!"

Jiang Cheng shook his head with a dark smile.

How can a rich son understand the eagerness of these poor families to hope for their son Jackie Chan!

Naturally, he was unwilling to let go of any opportunity to glorify his ancestors.

"You don't understand!"

Jiang Cheng shook his head with a smile.

What's not to understand about this?

He Shoutang shook his head with a dark smile, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

The two walked to the door of the house after talking and laughing, and happened to meet Jiang Qiuniang and Hao Dahe coming back together.

Ever since Hao Dahe knew that Granny Hao had poked him and Mingzhu, she couldn't help blushing every time she saw Mingzhu.

His mother said that when the Jiang family moved into a new home, she would let the matchmaker come to the door.

"Why did my cousin come back today?"

Hao Dahe, who saw Jiang Cheng coming back, looked surprised, and couldn't help but look at He Shoutang beside him.

It's really He Shoutang's brocade and satin, which makes people can't take their eyes off.

There are also scholars waiting by his side, and at first glance, he is from a rich family.

actually came to this poor country with Jiang Cheng.

It seems that reading can not only gain fame, but also make a strong family of nobles.

He has always envied Jiang Cheng, who is a reading material.

When I was a child, I knew that Jiang Cheng was going to be an official in the future.

Before, my mother still wanted to marry my sister to Jiang Cheng, but Jiang Cheng refused.

For this reason, his own mother nagged in his ear, saying that his aunt was ungrateful, and she didn't remember to help her mother's family when she was developed.

He was too young to understand what it meant.

Since he learned art from his teacher, he has seen a lot of the extravagant life of rich and noble families, and he understands.

Jiang Cheng nodded, with a decent and polite smile on his face: "The master of the main academy has something, so I asked for leave to come back to see if I can help." ”

Does he help?

Hao Dahe looked at him with a look of surprise.

When he was an apprentice in the county before, he had a lot of contact with scholars, and they were all high up, with their eyes hanging on the top of their heads, how could they offer to help with these rough jobs.

Jiang Cheng didn't seem to see his surprised gaze, and was about to reach out to take the broken basket in Jiang Qiuniang's hand.

He Shoutang on the side had already said to the scholar beside him, "What are you doing in a daze?" Why don't you hurry up and help this lady carry the basket? ”

The scholar immediately stepped forward to take the basket.

Jiang Qiuniang looked embarrassed: "This ...... What's so embarrassing about that? It's a guest from afar. ”

"Madame, please. Just give the basket to the minions, or my son-in-law will be angry. ”

The scholar couldn't cry or laugh, and pulled the basket to let Jiang Qiuniang let go quickly.

"He's right, if he can't even carry a basket, he'll be replaced by a scholar."

He Shoutang spread out the folding fan and posed at a good angle.

It's a pity that he has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his skin is even a little dark, no matter how you look at it, I feel that a martial artist forcibly pretends to be a scholar, which is very funny.

The corners of Jiang Cheng's mouth twitched and rubbed his eyebrows.

I regretted taking him back to Jiangjia Village again: "Give it to him, auntie." ”

Jiang Qiuniang hesitated for a moment, but still gave the basket to the scholar.

Hao Dahe looked envious, this is the son of a rich and noble family, he doesn't have to do anything by himself, although he can call the slaves.

"Ah, Xiaocheng, why didn't you come back and say a word in advance, what are you doing standing at the door? Hurry on in! ”

Granny Hao, who went out to pour water, saw five people standing at the door and beckoned happily.

Jiang Cheng didn't come back last month, and she came back before the end of the month this month, but she was very happy.