Bring The System To Datang

Meng Haoran was grateful to his wife. When he was running around looking for an official, his wife took the children at his wife's own home.

Teach children to speak, walk, read, read, write and sing...

When the wife and children are brought in, the son is good at piano, chess, calligraphy and calligraphy, but he is not very good, and he is too young.

"I suffered from you in those few years. Let's go back to Lijiazhuangzi. I said to Gang Rou that Vice President Guan Zhong wants a copybook in lower case. It is really not good for her husband, and she can give up her face for her husband."

Meng Haoran said that he would take his wife and children back and take on the responsibilities of a man.

"Hold on." A voice came.

The three of Meng Haoran's family looked at it at the same time, and Zhong Shaojing stepped forward. His ears were still very good, probably because he was always practicing calligraphy quietly.

"Vice President Zhong!" Meng Haoran bowed when he let go of his son's cupped fist.

Han Xiangke took her son's hand and squatted slightly, which was regarded as a salute, but she didn't let go.

The child looked at Zhong Shaojin with big eyes, and then smiled.

"This baby is good-looking, delicate, and agile. It doesn't cry or make trouble, and understands etiquette. Where are you going?"

Zhong Shaojing opened his mouth and praised the child first, and he was right. The child was really well-behaved.

"Last year and winter, I met with Gang and Rou, and went to Hongnong together, and was later arranged by Gang and Rou as an official in Lantian County. Therefore, we are going to Lijiazhuangzi." Meng Haoran told the truth.

Zhong Shaojing's expression remained unchanged, but he realized in an instant that he went to Hongnong last winter. Did you follow?

"This little baby..." Zhong Shaojin continued to focus on Meng Haoran's son.

"Child Yifu, six years old today, is usually stubborn. Yifu will call someone soon, Vice President Zhong." Meng Haoran said to his son.

"Grandpa Zhong is good." The child called grandpa directly, with a crisp voice.

"Okay, okay. Let grandpa hug." Zhong Shaojing squatted down and stretched his arms.

Han Xiangke let go, the child was not afraid of life, and opened his arms and was picked up.

Zhong Shaojing is 60 years old this year. The child was born in the first year of Kaiyuan, and this year is six years old.

Zhong Shaojing is in good health, and it's okay to hold a child.

The child puts a hand on Zhong Shaojing's shoulder to take advantage, Zhong Shaojing is more relaxed, holding a dead person is not the same as holding a living person.

Living people will coordinate with the focus and adjust themselves when they are awake.

The dead or asleep or drunk people are holding on to the need to give more strength.

Zhong Shaojing is more relaxed: "Did Yifu ever learn Chinese characters?"

"In response to Vice President Zhong's words, the woman has learned very little and taught not much, so Yifu barely lifted the pen." Han Xiangke saluted again.

She doesn't call herself a peasant's wife, she has an edict.

"The old man has a few clumsy words, if Yifu is willing to learn..." Zhong Shaojing felt close when he hugged the child.

"Thank you, grandpa. Yifu wants to learn. Grandpa writes good-looking handwriting. Yi Uncle also said, find time to ask me for Grandpa Zhong's copybook."

The child knows who Zhong Shaojing is, and he is clever, so he hurries to answer the conversation.

"Okay, grandpa teaches you. Look at this little hand, he was born for calligraphy and painting."

Zhong Shaojin suddenly, it seems that this family has an unusual relationship with Li Yi.

I promised that I would write a post specifically, and Li Yi asked to write. It is better to take the initiative to write. Taking the initiative to write is not so cheap.

Li Yixun came to ask for a copybook and wrote it himself, as if Li Yi owed himself a favor.

I don't need Li Yi to come here, I like this child myself, which is called fate.

It’s a bad relationship that owes favors. Both parties have friends in common, and they recognize it when they encounter each other, which shows that the criteria for choosing friends are the same and closer.

For sixty years, Zhong Shaojing hadn't been in vain, so he didn't need Li Yi to come again.

He continued to hold the baby: "Have you had dinner?"

The child turned to look at his mother: Did I eat or not?

"Hahaha!" Zhong Shaojin smiled: "Yifu, you have eaten it, can you still eat it? Grandpa will take you to eat small fried skewers?"

Zhong Shaojing saw at a glance that the child was clever.

"Hurry up, thank you Grandpa Zhong! This kid ate half a bowl of mutton steamed buns at night, clamoring to eat, said he loves to eat." Han Xiangke followed.

"Thank you Grandpa Zhong, I want to eat fried pork skewers, lean meat, lamb mutton."

Children also know how to take the opportunity to make requests, which seems more natural.

He did not learn less in Lijiazhuang, each of the children are strange and strange.

The lean pork skewers are cheap. He said he wanted to eat it, but in fact he wanted to save others money.

Among the small minced meats, lamb is the best. Lamb is expensive, not to mention beef.

Zhong Shaojing smiled and nodded, holding the child to eat, no matter what.

He expressed his admiration and admiration for Li Yi. How clever are the children in Lijiazhuangzi? Unfortunately, it is still too small.

Your mother just finished saying that you love to eat lamb, and you told me about lamb mutton in a blink of an eye? Is the fried lamb skewers better than mutton steamed buns?

But the more such children are, the more popular they are. Those own grandchildren have to find a way to throw Lijiazhuangzi.

Zhong Shaojin walked ahead with the baby in his arms, happy.

He felt that he had discovered the secret, the big secret, whoever had his children in Li's Zhuangzi would reap the benefits.

He couldn't think of the reason, but he knew the result, it was enough.

Pingkangfang is in the East City. When you go south, you will find a bathing place first, the royal bath.

Followed by the county yamen in Wannian County, continue to walk a little bit, the big night market.

Zhong Shaojing is going to find a place where there are small fried skewers of beef today, and let the children eat something good.

He has money, and the fonts of newspapers, exchange coupons, and dictionaries come from him.

The rich and noble people ask for a word, but usually they can't ask for it, but asks for the members of the Calligraphy Association.

The member is sensible, and he is looking for him to help review the script, and he will give him money by the way. He gives him some advice, the members have learned, the rich and the wealthy are satisfied, and he also makes money.

He received the money with peace of mind, and all the characters in the imperial city, such as gate lists, plaques, and couplets, were all written by him.

He wrote the three characters "Xingqing Palace" next to Chunming Gate on the east side of Chang'an.

He always wanted to write gatehouses and memorials for Li's Zhuangzi, but unfortunately Li Yi didn't want it, and didn't want anything.

Lijiazhuangzi didn't need to put out any gates, or the archway where the warriors dismounted and the civil officials stepped off the sedan chair. There was no need, but Bashui Bridge stopped it.

If Zaifu is in a hurry, they can ride through the bridge by themselves.

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"Eat some skewers first. This restaurant has beef this year. Where do you get the beef? High prices are guaranteed."

Sapphire greeted the Nantian family to rest, and the night market in Dongshi was prosperous.

Need to pay a management fee, this fee was initially paid by Li Longji, and it was purely a profit.

By this time, the expenses were basically spent on lighting and sanitation, and Li Longji could not get one percent of the money.

Oil lamps burn oil, and a recruiter or sixteen guards guards every two oil lamps.

The lamp is pressurized, otherwise it is not bright enough, pressurized to vaporize.

This gasification technology is the blowtorch technology of a hot air balloon. Once you press it in, the sprayed diesel, gasoline, and kerosene will atomize.

In addition, the underground forces sent people to follow them. As long as someone robbed them, they had to chase after them.

The underground forces call this the proprietor's order, Zaifu can conceal it, and the proprietor must not deceive.

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