"No, your parents agree to this marriage?" Ling Zhonghai asked.

When it comes to matters like marriage, parents order a matchmaker, and if they don't agree, at least they'll be accused of being unfilial, and at worst, they'll be in a state of disbelief.

"Originally I disagreed." Xu Changshou smiled mysteriously.

"Then what?" Li Tie asked.

Xu Changshou's words aroused everyone's curiosity.

"Then Qiao'er was overjoyed." Xu Changshou smiled proudly and said, "I've already checked with the doctor, he's a good one."

Everyone's mouths suddenly opened into an "O" shape.

Thousands of words can hardly defeat the power of those who follow.

Even Qin He was quite surprised, this was really the right time to conceive.

Xu Changshou, an older single man, is thirty years younger.

In Yan Sizao's family, not to mention sons, he would soon have grandchildren.

Fortunately for him, he didn't even get a wife.

Over the years, whether you say you have coveted Yang Qiaoer or you have fallen in love with her, you are just picking and choosing when you compare them, and no one is satisfied.

I don’t want this one because it’s fishy, ​​and I don’t want the thin one because it doesn’t have any meat.

But the most unfilial thing is to have no offspring. Xu Changshou is the only son in the family, so Xu's father and Xu's mother are anxious.

Yang Qiaoer's dark knot in her bead completely hit the heart of Xu's father and Xu's mother.

Xu Changshou's attitude was resolute. If the delay continued, if there were three disasters and six diseases, the old Xu family would be wiped out.

I went on two business trips, one to Fang County to exterminate the plague, and the other to the Ludi battlefield to exterminate corpses.

Xu's father and Xu's mother were trembling because they burned incense and worshiped Buddha every day, fearing that Xu Changshou would just die.

Many civilians who went on war expeditions in the capital were buried in plain graves without even a single body, and the whole city was filled with filial piety.

Fear comes from experience. Xu's father and Xu's mother couldn't resist but couldn't afford to wait, so they finally nodded.

"You're really lucky, when are you going to have a wedding?" Gao Linkun said.

"Everyone has to come on the eighth day of next month." Xu Changshou said.

"Don't worry, I'll definitely come to express my congratulations. I won't come back until I'm drunk." Ling Zhonghai said with a smile.

Then a few people joked for a while, and Xu Changshou chased Yang Qiaoer.

Yang Qiaoer scooped up the tofu, and Xu Changshou hurriedly grabbed it. Yang Qiaoer held the tray, and he quickly took over, looking attentive, for fear that Yang Qiaoer would be tired.

The busy figures add a bit of warmth to this noisy dock.

This is probably what love looks like.

What a rarity~

Qin He's eyes flashed slightly.

Qi gazing!

Xu Changshou lives up to his name.

In the next life, you will have good fortune and longevity, and you will have prosperous offspring.

However, he will have three more tribulations in this life.

God favors you if you pass. If you can't pass, you have to say something else.

Liang Shijie is a living example. By a great chance, he met Huang Pizi and asked for a title. He should have prospered and blessed his descendants.

As a result, he made a mistake and ended up being executed.

Of course, this is a relatively extreme situation.

It's usually not that bad.

Especially when there are noble people around.

No, after Ling Zhonghai and the others left, Xu Changshou left Qin He alone and immediately avoided disaster.

He rubbed his hands and smiled "hehe", his smile was a little vulgar and a little shy, and he put his arm around Qin He's shoulders and said: "Brother, you have to help me."

There is no need to elaborate on the meaning, just three words: please yogurt.

Qin He glanced at him and shook his head.

The last time I asked for yogurt, he rejected me.

The result was good, the soul went to the underworld, and the body acted instinctively and made him two big bowls.

Qin He still can't understand why it became his instinct to "squeeze yogurt and give it to Xu Changshou".

It’s so incredible just thinking about it.

As for why he refused, it’s nonsense. Qing Niu Daxian also wants to save face, okay?

And what’s wrong with the cow, why should we kill it?

It's too much work.

There is a better way.

Room surgery!

But he couldn't give it directly, so Qin He said: "It's not that I won't give it to you, it's because I really have no secret medicine. Last time, it was given by the Qingniu Immortal. Otherwise, if you go to the Qingniu Immortal Temple to worship, you might get a surprise."

"Really gone?" Xu Changshou felt a little regretful.

Without yoghurt, it’s hard to be strong. One mouthful of that thing can plow the ground for half a night.

"No more." Qin He shook his head firmly.

No matter how good that thing is, it can't be compared with Fangzhongshu.

Fangzhongshu: If you learn this skill, you will become a little bully with a silver spear. It doesn't matter if you have three thousand beauties in one night.

Of course, this is not the most important thing, the key point is that it is a technique.

It can reconcile yin and yang, maintain health and prolong life, and is of great benefit to both men and women.

Afterwards, Qin He persuaded Xu Changshou a few more times, and Xu Changshou was tempted.

Not for anything else, just because Qin He opened his mouth.

He said it was all right, and promised to go to the newly built Qingniu Immortal Temple to pay homage after closing the stall soon.

…

After leaving the tofu stall, Qin He went to the Qingniu Immortal Temple.

After several months of construction, this is truly a magnificent temple.

Green bricks and green tiles, carved beams and painted buildings.

The thick beams almost require two or three people to hug each other.

The floor is made of bluestone, and the wall is a picture of the Green Ox Fairy Banner, accompanied by various auspicious scenes.

There were even more beams, and even Qin He didn't know what the repeated carvings meant.

Anyway, temples are built according to the ideas of the people who built them.

You can't say you go to other big temples. Except for the deity enshrined in the main seat, everything else is exactly the same.

The people of the East have always worshiped if something works well, and ignored it if it doesn't.

What he worships is not God, but the thoughts in his heart.

As soon as the listening skill was turned on, a large number of prayers came directly to Qin He's mind. There were all kinds of prayers, including those for peace, for wealth, for medical treatment, for marriage... and among them, there were many for high school.

The new emperor succeeded to the throne and issued an order to open schools to recruit scholars.

The function of Amnesty is similar to that of amnesty. The first one is to win over the common people, and the second one is to win over the scholars.

The imperial court opened courses to recruit scholars only once every three years, so the opportunity was very rare.

When the new emperor succeeds to the throne and is given an additional reward, scholars all over the world are naturally overjoyed.

Enke, also called Chunwei, is usually held in spring, but it has already entered summer, so it doesn't matter whether it is spring or not, as long as the courses can be held.

Turning off the noisy listening skills, Qin He walked casually into the new Qingniu Immortal Temple, which was filled with smoke and people.

Not far away, there was a loud noise coming from inside, and one of the voices was very familiar.

Qin He quickened his pace and soon came to an incense hall.

I saw a flying fish young man holding an old man against the wall by his collar and smacking him twice.

Although the force was not strong, it was still a real beating. After the beating, he yelled and cursed: "Old man, if you can sweep the floor in this temple, you should burn high incense. If you continue to talk nonsense without knowing what is good and what is good, I will let you taste it."

Taste the flying fish hell."

At this time, a large circle of pilgrims and believers had gathered around, pointing and talking.

Qin He pushed through the crowd and squeezed in, taking a closer look.

The attacker recognized Chang Wen's cousin, who seemed to be named Chang Wei.

The one who was beaten was even more recognizable, but at the moment he looked a little down and out.

who?
Chapter completed!