Great Tang Broom Star

Jia Pingan came home with a cart of money, and after entering Daodefang, Jiang Rong greeted him. He stood on tiptoe to look at those wooden boxes, then cupped his hands at the escort and the Jinwu Guard sergeant, and took a deep breath.

This European air... No, this official air, it's cool to inhale!

This guy...

Jia Pingan has never seen such an official fan.

Jiang Rong exhaled that breath reluctantly, leaned over and asked, "Jia Wenshu is..."

"Your Majesty's reward." If you want to live a good life, you have to restrain Jiang Rong.

"Your Majesty's reward!" Jiang Rong's eyes were burning, as if seeing a group of naked beauties.

This is the ultimate enjoyment for official fans.

He hesitated for a moment, "Maybe touch it?"

Jia Pingan nodded.

Jiang Rong glanced at the waiter in fear, and quickly touched a wooden box. He felt like an electric shock, and then he was satisfied.

Jia Wenshu is indeed an extraordinary person!

A group of people walked slowly.

After the harvest, the field is steaming, as if shrouded in a layer of mist.

A few farmers are tidying up the fields, and there is little smoke in front of them. The woman is calling her children to go home for dinner, and the men are squatting together to brag.

A black and white round thing came quickly.

"Ah Fu! Stop!"

Yang Deli chased after him madly, "Someone is going to peel your skin off!"

Jia Pingan said with a smile: "Cousin likes to play with Ah Fu."

"Yes!" Jiang Rong also praised, "Ah Fu from Jia Wenshu's family is the cutest, and he is obedient. There is no one in the workshop who doesn't like it..."

"Ah Fu, you who kill a thousand knives, put down my mother's chicken!" A woman was chasing after with a kitchen knife.

Ah Fu ran to Jia Ping'an's body, put the chicken in his mouth in front of his father's body, and begged for praise.

cluck... cluck...

The chicken was bitten to the point of death. It stood up and took a look, then fell down after two steps and struggled on the ground.

I can't live anymore!

I!

Jia Pingan raised his hand.

Alfred looked up.

Later, Jia Pingan compensated the woman's chicken money at 1.5 times the market price, and the woman leaned over and touched the top of Ah Fu's head kindly, "Ah Fu, come to play at home tomorrow!"

Beep!

Alfred is very proud.

Yang Deli carried the dead chicken and scolded Ah Fu for being naughty, and when he saw the reward of a carriage...

"Ping An, this is..."

The servant raised his head and said, "Your Majesty's reward."

Yang Deli had tears in his eyes and his lips trembled.

Oops!

Jia Pingan just wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

"aunt……"

When Yang Deli went to report to his aunt, Jia Pingan said in embarrassment: "A certain cousin is a fool."

He really is a tough guy! But speaking is a skill, the servant praised: "He is filial."

Many people came to watch, Yang Deli briefly reported on his work, and came out to show off triumphantly.

The door next door opened, and Wang Xueyou's family came out.

"Xueyou, I'm afraid there will be more prime ministers next door to your house!" A neighbor laughed.

Wang Xueyou said with a smile: "I'm afraid it is!"

Zhao Xianhui looked at the boxes of rewards enviously, and felt more and more that Jia Ping'an was a wealthy son-in-law.

But this wealthy son-in-law has no interest in the aunt.

Why!

Ah Fu rushed over, stood in front of her, raised his head and hummed.

"No!" Zhao Xianhui yelled loudly, blushing.

She and Jia Ping'an are deadly rivals, how can she expose that she often feeds Ah Fu after being bloodied by Ah Fu.

"Beep!"

Ah Fu was lonely and entered the house. After the rewards were moved later, Jia Pingan gave benefits to the servants and sergeants.

Closing the door also blocked the noise from the outside.

"Where's Ah Fu?"

"There." Yang Deli pointed to the side.

Ah Fu shamelessly lay on the side in a large font, probably tired and still panting.

A few chicks and ducklings crawled around and pecked at it skillfully.

There is a big sword every day, and there will be no regrets in life.

...

Wuxianglou.

Meng Liang came in with a roast chicken.

The old bustard glanced at him, and the look of contempt flashed away, and then she just wanted to call Qiaoyun loudly, but her throat felt itchy and uncomfortable, and she couldn't stop coughing.

"Sick?" Meng Liang was in a good mood, and said with a smile, "Drink more warm water later."

"Qiaoyun, so-and-so is here." Meng Liang climbed up the stairs and arrived at the goddess' door later, just about to knock on the door.

"Hmm! I hate it, don't do this!"

Goddess voice...

Still coquettish.

Meng Liang was shocked.

Qiaoyun always treats him indifferently, she has never been such a little girl.

"Well... that fool is coming today, it's not good for him to see him."

"Then hurry up."

Meng Liang turned around blankly with his things in hand.

When he went down, the old bustard had already caught up with him, seeing his appearance, she sighed: "Since there is no fate, then forget it."

The old bustard went upstairs and knocked on the door outside.

Later, a disheveled man came out and said with a dry smile, "What do you mean?"

The old bustard raised her head and stretched out her hand, "Give me the money!"

The man pointed inside, "Ask Qiaoyun to go!"

The old bustard had never seen such a natural way of eating soft rice, and cursed: "Bitch, get out!"

She entered the room, turned a blind eye to the mess on the bed, and said indifferently: "You use Meng Liang's money to support Qian Zun, but have you thought about it later?"

Qiao Yun was sitting in front of the dressing table and finishing her makeup, her body was only covered by a tulle, which seemed faintly visible.

"Meng Liang is unmanly, humble, I don't like such a man."

The old bustard sighed, "Then what do you like?"

Qiao Yun turned her head, her blushing face was full of longing, "I like Qian Zun who is so interesting."

"But he has no money."

"He can coax me and speak nicely...Meng Liang is boring, he is always careful when he touches me, he is afraid that he will treat me like white jade tofu, and it will break if touched. Besides, Meng Liang can't do without me."

The old bustard shook his head, "He came up just now."

Qiao Yun's expression froze, and then he said confidently: "Even if he hears it, he's not afraid, at most I'll just coax him."

The old bustard was used to all kinds of unfeeling between men and women, but she still frowned slightly, "What if he doesn't return?"

Qiaoyun smiled, "I know him, he is reluctant to part with me, it is his life to please me, and if he doesn't please me, I will feel uncomfortable all over, so..."

"Qiaoyun!"

Footsteps came.

Meng Liang, who was like a walking dead before, rushed in, "Why did you lie to me?"

Qiao Yun stood up in surprise, "What are you lying about?"

"You and that Qian Zun!" Meng Liang blushed.

Qiaoyun chuckled, "Qian Zun is my cousin, his legs are not good, I gave him some pressure, and you misunderstood... Humph!"

Qiao Yun stood up pretty with her back.

The bustard backed away, watching this scene blankly.

There is no cure for a man who wants to lick a dog!

She is not going to make a move, as long as no one is killed, she will watch the fun.

"You lied to me!" Meng Liang stretched out his hand.

Qiaoyun raised her head, her eyes were cold, "You hit! You hit!"

Meng Liang's body was stiff, and he suddenly turned around and ran away.

"Hahahaha!" Qiaoyun's laughter echoed in Wuxianglou.

Ah! man!

She proudly said to the madam: "He will come back."

Meng Liang rode his horse all the way home, and his parents greeted him with a smile, but he shouted: "Don't talk to me! Stay away from me!"

The parents looked at each other and sighed worriedly.

When the children grow up, I won't talk to them about many things.

But parents' worries about their children don't end with age. This is the reason why the so-called raising a child to a hundred years old means worrying about ninety-nine years.

Meng Liang circled around the room like a trapped animal.

He thought of the voices of Qian Zun and Qiao Yun, every sentence was like a sharp thorn, driving him crazy.

ah!

He raised his head and shouted silently, tears rolling down the side of his face.

That was the sound of a beloved woman with another man!

Isn't someone good enough for her?

Why is she doing this to me?

He knelt down, pounding the ground.

I can't do this!

I want to make her look differently!

Meng Liang went out, looked at the sky, and said, "I'm going out, I won't be back tonight."

He used to do this often, and his parents just told him.

He hurried all the way, and when the drum beat, he finally arrived at Daodefang.

Jiang Rong, who was about to close the door with his soldiers, stared at him, "Who are you looking for?"

Meng Liang was still wearing Baiqi's official clothes, "Jia Wenshu."

"Take him."

Meng Liang followed in.

In the setting sun, the smoke is everywhere, the tired birds return to their habitats, and the chirping birds continue to sing...

This picture makes people feel peaceful and comfortable.

But Meng Liang's heart was full of despair, he even thought of death.

After entering Jia's house, under the surprised gazes of the two Jia's brothers, he knelt down with a plop, tears streaming down his face.

"A certain person is willing to be a teacher, and a certain person wants to...get ahead!"

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