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."

Xiaocui 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 Miss of the British Government was very kind and kind to the servants, and the servants at home liked her very much.

Zhang Jingjun stepped over the threshold and entered the room. The ancients 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 Luzi and sat down. She took the rice bowl that Zhang Jinghui had filled her with and looked at Zhang Luzi with a smile on her 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 from all over the world are out there all day long. How will they get married then?"

's out".

After taking a mouthful of rice, Zhang Jingjun said with a smile: "I am not as busy as you, grandpa. I am just making small fuss. As for getting married, you don't need to worry about it. There are many people who want to marry me.

I guess it won’t be a problem to fill up the Huangpu River.”

"Hey, hey, just brag. If you can, you can bring one back to me tomorrow so that grandpa can see what the bastard from the Huangpu River looks like." Zhang Luzi didn't believe it. His two granddaughters both looked the same.

Although she is not the most beautiful in the Ming Empire, she is still one of the most beautiful in Songjiang Mansion. But this is the case. His two granddaughters don’t even have boyfriends. Zhang Luzi is very worried about the gender of his two granddaughters in choosing a mate.

There is a problem.

"Plop!" Zhang Jinghui took a sip of seaweed and egg soup and spat it out: "Grandpa, if you want to see the tortoise, you should go to the fish market," Zhang Jinghui couldn't help but laugh.

"Humph, 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's that album of yours?" 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 grandpa, and 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 will 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 unworthy for a good girl, a daughter of a British prince, to work as an actress and singer to make a living?"

"Grandpa, your idea is very wrong. There are three hundred and sixty lines. There is no distinction between high and low professions. Actors and singers also make money through their own hard work. 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 lower class? Actors and singers are the lower class." It is obvious that Zhang Luzi also has his own persistence. After so many years of feudal ideological education, Zhang Luzi

You can be called a stubborn old man, how could he change his moral values ​​and values? Although a woman would not stay at home all day long to take care of her husband and raise children, she would never pursue a career as a singer or actress that betrays her appearance.

Seeing that Zhang Luzi was really angry, Zhang Jingjun hurriedly responded, "Yes, grandpa, you said a lot. Don't be angry, or you will be so angry that your body will be damaged. 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 a burst of laughter, Zhang Luzi also scolded: "You are talking 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 jujubes?" Although Zhang

The donkey vowed, but 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,

, ignored his two granddaughters, and returned to his bedroom to make a phone call. Of course, the phone call would 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 of 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 agreed.

""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 that what she saw was the same as the moon.

What difference does he see? Why hasn't he called himself after so long?

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 lovesickness like?

Lovers don't know.

Lovesickness will always lead to disaster. Who can bear it? Every question and every memory makes Zhang Jinghui unable to 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 Busui thought of a lot again, where did he go, what did he do, when could he find him, and where did Zhang Jinghui, who left his number, go? With many questions

, Wang Bu died and slowly fell asleep.

The bell above the Tiancishan Town Government Office Building rang. After ringing nine times, the doorkeeper finally couldn't help but knocked carefully, then pushed the door open, revealing a crack and shouted:

"It's time for you, sir, to get up."

"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, I saw the woman's face clearly. Naturally, it was 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, and by the way, he found some colleagues to have some food and drink, washed his feet and had a massage, and found a little girl to take care of him.

, pine bark.

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, it is difficult to rest without a woman every night. Sun Sanniang understood this very well and took the initiative to take on the task of warming the bed for the elder. She fulfilled 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, his face haggard. It could be seen that he 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 sweetly: "Look at what the eldest master said last night."

"It's all trivial, but I want 90% of the benefits this time." Sun Youcai responded. Being an official is not about making money, so 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, don't do it. I am running a small business, so let me earn some hard-earned money." Sun Sanniang said coquettishly. As a female compatriot, Sun Youcai was able to hold back from vomiting in such a coquettish manner. This shows that Mr. Sun is extraordinary.

Generally speaking, he has good concentration and is really a person who has seen the world.

"No, I want 90%. There has been too little oil and water recently, and I have also lost weight."

"No, sir." Sun Sanniang returned to the bed again and started giving instructions.

Half an hour later, Sun Sanniang vomited 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 the grade was too low, there was no pattern on it. However, because the weather was very hot, the Ming Empire took this situation into consideration and made some arrangements for official work.

There are no hard and fast rules on whether to wear official uniforms. It all depends on your own preferences and whatever is comfortable for you. Moreover, the head of the Ming Empire is Zhu Xiluo, so he naturally saves as much as he can. Official uniforms are only issued once every three years. If they are washed frequently,

, I still couldn’t hold on, but Sun Youcai did a good job in this regard. As long as he was working, he would always wear official uniforms. This is worth learning from the officials of the Ming Empire. After all, he was a businessman and had money.

"Sir, do you think this benefit can be reduced?" She worked so hard, so there was no credit but hard work. This is what Sun Sanniang thought.

"Okay, I'll give you eighty-nine percent, and I'll give you the rest," Sun Youcai said generously. He had never spent money on girls. But seeing as Sun Sanniang's performance was so outstanding, she also gave some red envelopes as a token of appreciation.

Encouragement, I hope she can continue her efforts, achieve new 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, and after eating, he watched Zhu Wuyi practice his kung fu, saying: "If you want to learn martial arts well, there is no trick. You can only practice hard. When practicing martial arts, you should first practice your legs, and when you practice boxing, you should practice your Qi first.

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 Busui taught Zhu Wuyi while correcting his movements. Although he was bribed by a piece of pork, Wang Busui's teachings were also very serious. Wang Busui still admired people who were 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.

"Why is it 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 that iron could not 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.

"Well, I ate too much meat and I have diarrhea, so you just have to bear with it," Wang Busheng explained sheepishly.

The teacher's orders could not be violated. Zhu Wuji 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 around, 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 Busui patted Zhu Wuyi's head: "Justice is in the heart of the people." Wang Busui still believed in the laws of the Ming Empire.

After walking out of the cell door, Lao Hu opened the outermost door for him, handed it over to the yamen servant outside, and kindly reminded him: "Young man, just admit what you should admit, and admit what you shouldn't admit. It's no big deal."
Chapter completed!