Zhang Jingjun stepped onto the steps, and naturally the little girl waiting at the door had already opened the door for Zhang Jingjun. Looking at the little girl next to her, Zhang Jingjun said with a smile: "Sister Xiaocui, you have become beautiful again."
Xiao Cui smiled slightly: "Hehe, thank you Miss Second for the compliment,"
"I have a bottle of skin care water over there, but I haven't used it yet. You can get it from my place later."
"Thank you, Miss Second, you are so kind to us." The little girl smiled shyly. The second young lady of the British government was very kind and kind to the servants. The girls and servants in the family liked her very much.
Zhang Jingjun stepped over the threshold and entered the room. Ancient people always liked to build their thresholds very high, probably to prevent mice.
Seeing Zhang Jingjun enter the house, Zhang's donkey face dropped, and he said angrily: "You still know how to go home, I haven't seen you all day."
"Hehe, old man Zhang, I'm back now," Zhang Jingjun took out a stool next to Zhang Donzi and sat down. He took the rice bowl that Zhang Jinghui had filled with rice. He looked at Zhang Luzi with a smile on his face.
"Huh, I haven't seen you all day long. I don't know what you are busy with every day. You are even busier than me, the minister of the court." Zhang Luzi was still angry. "Girls, you are out there all day long. How will you get married then?" out".
After taking a bite of rice, Zhang Jingjun said with a smile: "I'm not as busy as you, grandpa. I'm just messing around. As for getting married, you don't have to worry about it. There are so many people who want to marry me. It is estimated that it will not be a problem to fill up the Huangpu River."
"Hey, hey, just brag. If you have the ability, you can bring one back to me tomorrow so that grandpa can see what the bastard in the Huangpu River looks like." Zhang Luzi didn’t believe it. The looks of his two granddaughters were both top-notch. Although they were not the most beautiful in the Ming Empire, they were still among the most beautiful in Songjiang Mansion. But just like that, his two granddaughters were both the same. She doesn't have a boyfriend, so Zhang Luzi is worried that there may be problems with the gender of her two granddaughters in choosing a mate.
"Phew!" Zhang Jinghui spat out a mouthful of seaweed and egg soup: "Grandpa, if you want to see the tortoise, you should go to the fish market," Zhang Jinghui couldn't help but laugh.
"Huh, sister, you're laughing at me too," Zhang Jingjun pouted angrily.
"No, how could that be? You misunderstood," Zhang Jinghui explained hurriedly with a smile.
"By the way, how is your album?" Zhang Jinghui had to change the topic in a hurry. After talking about her little sister, it was her turn. This was a daily routine for a grandfather, so she had to be careful.
"It's almost done, only post-production is left," Zhang Jingjun said, and she also filled a bowl of seaweed and egg soup.
Southerners pay attention to eating in large quantities but in small portions. When three people eat, the table will be filled with eight or nine small plates, large and small, and there will definitely be more to eat. Ordinary people would be fine with just one or two small plates. It can be seen that it is really good to have money in the Ming Empire. At least it can satisfy one's appetite.
Upon hearing this, Zhanluzi became even more angry: "How can it be that a good girl, the daughter of a British prince, works as an actress and singer to make a living?"
"Grandpa, your idea is very wrong. There is no distinction between high and low professions. Actors and singers also rely on their own hard work to make money. There is no shame. Besides, people outside don't know that I am you. My granddaughter, everyone conceals her identity." Her hobbies were misunderstood, so Zhang Jingjun naturally had to explain herself.
"Don't tell me those big principles. Grandpa eats more salt than you eat rice. What is the bottom of the stream? Actors and singers are the bottom of the stream." It was obvious that Zhang Luzi also had his own insistence. After so many years of education with feudal ideas, Zhang Luzi is a stubborn old man. How could he change his moral values and values? Although a woman does not stay at home all day long to take care of her husband and raise children, she is not a singer or actress who betrays her appearance. .
Seeing that Zhang Luzi was really angry, Zhang Jingjun hurriedly responded, "Yes, grandpa, you said a lot. Don't be angry. It will break your body. Grandma will take advantage of those young old men who are full of love."
"Smile, little sister, don't talk nonsense," Zhang Jinghui scolded.
With an outburst, Zhang Luzi also scolded: "What nonsense, how dare you arrange your grandma. Your grandma and I are in free love, and our relationship is good. How can she like those crooked melons and cracked jujubes?" Although Zhang Luzi vowed, he was still worried.
After eating a few random mouthfuls of rice, Zhang Luzi seemed to have thought of something and patted his head: "Oops, I almost forgot. The weather forecast said it will rain in Shuiliandong tomorrow. I have to remind you grandma to bring an umbrella." After that, , no longer paying attention to his two granddaughters, and returned to his bedroom to make a phone call. Of course, this phone call will not be completed within an hour or two.
The two ladies looked at each other and smiled.
"Sister, how have you been at Wutianci Mountain these two days?" Zhang Jingjun asked.
"Not very good." So Zhang Jinghui briefly told what happened in Tianci Mountain, with reservations of course. For example, Wang Busei took advantage of herself several times.
"Wang Bu Die, what a strange name. I always feel like I've heard it somewhere before." Zhang Jingjun didn't laugh at such a strange name and asked her own question.
"I also think I heard it somewhere, but I can't remember it." Zhang Jinghui echoed.
""I can't remember, forget it. I'm tired. I'm going to rest. I'll be busy tomorrow." Waving her hand, Zhang Jingjun returned to her bedroom.
After eating a few more mouthfuls, Zhang Jinghui also returned to the bedroom. She lay on the bed, exposing her slender legs. The blanket was placed on her chest. She looked at the moonlight outside. They all said that the moon is the brightness of her hometown. She didn't know what she saw was the same as the moonlight in her hometown. What a difference he saw and why he hadn't called himself after all this time.
Sauvignon Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc.
If you ask me how long I will miss you,
Unless we meet each other.
Sauvignon Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc.
Who do you want to describe your lovesickness like?
A shallow lover doesn’t know.
Lovesickness will always lead to disaster, who can bear it, each question, each memory, Zhang Jinghui can't sleep.
In the same moonlight, compared with Zhang Jinghui's tall courtyard and soft bed, Wang Busheng's conditions are much worse. Lying on the hard bed, there are a few mice crawling on the ground from time to time. Of course, the mice are also crying. Zhu Wuyu was also a martial arts fanatic who left immediately. He practiced from morning to night. After a tiring day, he had already laid down and snored.
Looking at the moonlight outside, Wang Bu Si thought of many, many things. Where did Lao Bu Die go, what did he do, when could he find him, and where did Zhang Jinghui, who left his number, go? With many questions, Wang Busheng slowly fell asleep.
The bell above the office building of Tiancishan Town Government rang. After ringing nine times, the doorkeeper finally couldn't help but knocked carefully, then pushed the door open, revealing a small crack in the door and shouted:
"It's time to get up, sir."
"roll".
The yamen obediently closed the door and pushed out. It was always unpleasant to be woken up. The yamen could understand that the elder was angry.
A lazy voice came: "Sir, what time is it?" Then a head emerged from the bed with disheveled hair. It was obvious that the battle last night was still fierce.
Slowly looking at the woman's face clearly, it was naturally not Mrs. Sun, but Sun Sanniang, the owner of the black shop.
Naturally, Sun Youcai would not waste his rest time. He took his beloved concubine to Songjiang Mansion to watch a movie. By the way, he had some food and wine with some colleagues, washed his feet and had a massage, and found a little girl to take care of him. , loose skin.
Mrs. Sun is from Songjiang Prefecture. When she arrived in Songjiang Prefecture, she went to find her friends, and then stayed in Songjiang Prefecture, planning to spend a few more days.
Men, women can't have a good rest if they don't have it every night. Sun Sanniang understood this very well and volunteered to take on the task of warming the bed for the eldest man. She performed her duties conscientiously and to a high standard.
Tianci Mountain is not big, and there are not many people. Of course, there are also very few female friends. Otherwise, Sun Youcai would not let Sun Sanniang warm his bed like this. Sun Youcai still dislikes women who sleep with all the men near Tianci Mountain. Fortunately, His good skills make up for his shortcomings in character and appearance.
"It's already nine o'clock." Sun Youcai sat up with a haggard look on his face. It could be seen that he had worked very hard and overworked last night.
"Oh," Sun Sanniang also sat up, nestled in Sun Youcai's arms, drew circles on Sun Youcai's chest with her fingers, and said delicately: "Look at what the eldest master said last night."
"It's all small things, but I want 90% of the benefits this time." Sun Youcai responded. If being an official is not about making money, what's the point of being an official? Is it really about making decisions for the people and benefiting the common people? Haha, it's just a joke.
"Sir, please don't do it. I'm running a small business, so let me earn some hard-earned money." Sun Sanniang said sweetly, as a fellow woman, Sun Youcai was able to hold back from vomiting in such a coquettish manner, which shows that Mr. Sun is extraordinary and has very good concentration. He really is a person who has seen the world.
"No, I want 90%. There has been too little oil and water recently. Sir, I have also lost weight."
"No, sir." Sun Sanniang returned to bed again. A burst of instructions.
Half an hour later, Sun Sanniang spat out the filth in her mouth, and her heart was full of complaints: "Well, the taste of this thing is a bit spicy to the eyes, it is not as good as the old man who poured it into the toilet."
Feeling refreshed, Sun Youcai also got out of bed and put on his own clothes. He was wearing a blue gown. Because it was of a low grade, there was no pattern on it. However, because the weather was very hot, the Ming Empire court took this situation into consideration and there were no hard and fast rules on whether officials should wear official uniforms for work. It was all up to their own preferences and whatever was comfortable for them. Moreover, the head of the Ming Empire is Zhu Xiluo, so he naturally saves money when he can. Official uniforms are only issued once every three years. If you wash them frequently, you still won't be able to hold on. However, Sun Youcai did a good job in this regard, as long as it is during work. , always wear official uniforms, which is worth learning from officials of the Ming Empire. After all, they are businessmen and have money.
"Sir, do you think this benefit can be reduced?" I have worked so hard, so there must be hard work and no credit. Sun Sanniang thought so.
"Okay, I want 8.90% and I'll give you the rest," Sun Youcai said generously. He had never spent money on girls. However, seeing that Sun Sanniang has performed so well, I would like to give some red envelopes as a token of encouragement. I hope she can continue her efforts, achieve greater results, and improve her skills again.
Well, the price I sold this time seems to be a bit low.
After finishing dressing, Sun Youcai said to the door: "Go down and prepare to go to the hall."
Wang Busheng woke up early. After eating, he watched Zhu Wuyi practice his kung fu and said, "If you want to learn martial arts well, there is no trick. You can only practice hard. When practicing martial arts, you must first practice your legs, and when practicing boxing, you must practice your Qi. If you are stable but your breath is not smooth, no matter how good your martial arts skills are, it will be in vain."
Wang Bushit taught Zhu Wuyi while correcting his movements. Although he was bribed by a piece of pork, Wang Bushit taught him very seriously. Wang Busui still admires people who are positive and willing to work hard.
"Master, I can't hold on any longer." Zhu Wuyu stood not far away, his legs slightly bent, his arms stretched out, and two wooden barrels in his hands.
"How can it be so bad? I have no strength after only ten minutes. Didn't I persist for more than half an hour yesterday?" Wang Busui was also very angry at Zhu Wuqi, whose performance was getting worse and worse. He felt like he hated iron for not being able to make steel. I feel that if you don’t advance, you will retreat. No wonder those who become other people’s masters are short-lived and angry.
"No, no, it's just that the smell in the toilet is too strong, and my nose can't stand it." Zhu Wuyu explained.
"Um, I ate too much meat and I have diarrhea, so just bear with it," Wang Busheng explained sheepishly.
The teacher's orders could not be violated. Zhu Wuyi had to hold his breath and looked at the toilet in his hand with disgust. He was very angry that his arms were too short.
"Hey, stop playing, the eldest master is going to be promoted to court," Lao Hu said as he patted the fence outside.
Zhu Wuju put down the toilet in his hand and looked at Wang Busheng worriedly: "Master."
"Don't worry." Wang Bushu patted Zhu Wuyu's head: "Justice is in the heart of the people." Wang Budie still believed in the laws of the Ming Empire.
After walking out of the cell door, Lao Hu opened the outermost door for him and handed it over to the yamen officer outside. He kindly reminded him: "Young man, admit what you should admit and admit what you shouldn't admit. It's no big deal."
Although he didn’t know why Lao Hu reminded him, Wang Bu was also very grateful.
