The afternoon sun is warm but not hot.
Old ladies were singing their voices by the lake.
The lakeside was extremely lively and quiet today.
They invited the leading actresses of the Imperial Capital Drama Troupe, Qing Yi and Laosheng, to come to the villa to teach in their spare time.
Individual instruction is expensive.
These famous actors take classes outside and charge fees ranging from several thousand to tens of thousands per class.
And basically it is an open class teaching like a large classroom, one-to-one teaching with tens of people or one-to-one with dozens of students.
Grandma Su has money in her hands.
Their property in Majiatun will receive hundreds of thousands of dividends every year.
Majiatun is getting better and better now.
The government takes the lead in introducing projects, and then Xu Group provides agricultural support and channel sales.
A large amount of resources are pouring into Majiatun.
Not only the village of Majiatun, but the entire city has been taken care of.
Today, Majiatun is a famous tourist attraction. Beautiful mountains and clear waters, outstanding people, a marriage tree, unique and efficacious.
Finally, the local government thought about it and simply imposed the expropriation.
This levy is no ordinary levy.
It is equivalent to villagers buying shares and the government helping with investment.
Normally, everyone plays the role of NPCs in the tourism industry and entertains customers. At the end of the year, they will be divided according to their household registration and receive the dividends.
Su Jianguo's share of the money was given to Grandma Su together.
He is not short of money now, so he directly transfers the dividends from his household registration to Grandma Su.
Ning Ning also has a household registration bonus.
This dividend was transferred directly to the Chunya Foundation.
Grandma Xu and a few old sisters thought about it. They all pooled funds together and when the actors from the Imperial Theater Troupe were free, they could be invited to teach at the villa.
There is a coffee table with a deer lying on a banana plant beside the lake.
The slightly dark red ancient wood looks dignified and elegant. The deer is burying its head under the banana leaf. Its light and slender figure is charming. A drop of crystal dew condenses on the banana leaf, and it is about to cry.
The deer was lying on Basho's coffee table, and the grandmothers' water cups were placed on it.
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Eight or nine pieces were laid out here and there.
There are four or five plates of snacks including melon seeds and nuts on the side.
Bai Qida was passing by and heard Qing Yi singing at the top of his voice: "But why do you turn your kindness into grudge and deceive others~~"
What is sung here is an excerpt from The West Chamber.
Qing Yi's voice became clearer and louder, sonorous and powerful, like a unique flower blooming in the ice and snow.
Attracting to one's ears.
She sings on top, and grandma follows her below, no matter who sings well or not.
At the end of the song, everyone sang together, each with his or her own melody, his own experience, and his or her own way of singing. All in all, it was like a hundred flowers blooming.
Bai Qi stopped to listen carefully for a while, got interesting, and then slowly walked away.
As he walked home, he was wondering what to eat for dinner.
When I got home and saw the respectful subordinates guarding the door, I suddenly felt that I had not done anything serious that day except eating and sleeping and taking a walk.
When I looked at the thick dozen documents in the other person's hand, I suddenly became bored.
It turns out that the days of lying down are so happy.
He refused to roll up again.
So he chose to train Bai Gangan classmates.
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Classmate Bai Gangan came to school with red eyes.
"Hey, why are your eyes red? Are you sick?"
Zhang Manya was very concerned about him. She quickly put down the textbook in her hand and ran over to surround the white pole: "Would you like to go to the infirmary to have your eyes checked?"
Bai Ganzhan's voice was choked with sobs. His voice was about to change, and he spoke a little hoarsely, like a little duck: "It's not that he's sick."
"Then why are your eyes red?"
Zhou Qianqian also came over to ask him.
Bai Ganzhan was silent for a moment: "My uncle asked someone to send a dozen documents yesterday, saying that I was ten years old and could start learning to deal with these things."
He could no longer hold back his grievance, and shed tears pitifully: "I'm only ten years old. Who has a ten-year-old child to handle family affairs?"
In other people's homes, it's all about fighting to the death, with the uncle guarding his nephew and the nephew staring at his uncle.
It's different at Baigangan's house.
Many of his uncles have no children. Bai Ganzhan is the only son of the family and a serious family favorite.
All the uncles held him in their palms.
Every day I hope my son will become a dragon.
I just hope that my nephew will grow up quickly, take over the family affairs, marry another daughter-in-law, and have five, six, seven or eight children.
Bai Ganzhan, who was watching a special feature film last night, felt as if he had been struck by lightning. Life was worse than death, and he was in agony. The reset version of Ultraman Tiga that was playing on the TV screen suddenly didn't smell good.
Why? Why do you do this to me? I'm just a ten-year-old child!
Classmate Bai Gangan cried all night.
His seventh uncle's subordinates were still unwilling to let the child go. They sat down on the desk where his uncle once sat, holding down the crying child. He read the document word by word and then analyzed it to him.
The heartbroken little boy Bai said: Good, very good, very good.
I want to run away from home!
The little classmate lying on the desk cried so sadly.
Chu Yi, who was answering math questions for Ning Ning, raised his head and said, "Well, I'm learning to deal with family affairs."
Chu, who is starting to lose height, already has some of the handsome and noble aura of his youth.
White and shiny, the skin cultivated by gold and jade is wrapped with smooth and well-proportioned muscles that have been trained in various combat extreme sports for a long time.
The light voice cannot avoid the boy's troubles.
In the elegance that he strives to maintain, the drake's voice, which is more obvious than the white pole classmates, can be clearly heard.
Chu Yi, who heard his own voice, pursed his lips and turned away his eyes with a slight embarrassment, pretending that he was trying hard to teach in the textbook. The person who just couldn't hold back the conversation just now was not himself at all.
My cousin is talking on the phone, what does it have to do with me?
Classmate Bai Gangan, who was immersed in grief, did not notice his small movements. On the contrary, he became even more aggrieved: "We are different!"
Zhou Qianqian asked him curiously: "What's the difference?"
Bai Gangan Kebaba said: "His family has a throne to inherit, but mine does not."
Zhang Manya: “???”
Zhou Qianqian: "???"
Ning Ning, who was doing her homework, quietly stretched out her hand and tugged on Chu Yi's sleeve. She looked down at Chu Yi with a question mark on her face, and heard the little girl covering her mouth and whispering to him: "When did your family have the throne?"
Chu Yi was speechless for a while, then sighed: "That's called a title, not a throne."
Ning Ning nodded and felt that the off-line white pole's mind was amazing.
And I feel like there is nothing wrong with what Bai Ganzhan said.
