After returning to Cui's house, Ye Zhenzhen placed the pastries she bought, poured tea for everyone, and sat in front of the hall to discuss things.
Aunt Ye had never eaten such a delicious snack. She took a bite carefully. The sweet and soft taste immediately spread in her mouth. She was reluctant to eat it. She just wanted to keep it and take it back to Si Ya and Si Ya.
Tiger baby has a try.
"Mom, you can just eat it. I'll keep Siya and Huwa's share."
Ye Zhenzhen put the pastry on Aunt Ye's hand and asked curiously, "Mom, why didn't you see the wife and the second wife just now? By the way, how is the second uncle injured?"
Well, she didn't care about Ye Shiming, she was just gossiping.
Aunt Ye glanced at Aunt Cui and Cui Weizhen subconsciously. Seeing that the in-laws did not show any displeasure about their daughter's prodigal behavior, she felt both satisfied and happy. This marriage was indeed a good match.
I have never seen any family that can tolerate the daughter-in-law taking things to her parents' house.
She suddenly became very excited and began to gloat about the misfortune.
"Your second uncle had his legs broken and was sent back. Your grandmother was so distressed that she even blamed your father for not taking good care of him and didn't even let him say a word. What a coincidence, just at this moment, the ceremony official came to announce the good news.
Well, your grandma ran out happily and when she heard that she was not announcing the good news to your second uncle, she made a big fuss and became a joke to the whole village. She just didn’t have the face to come out today."
That’s what happened.
Seeing their misfortune, Ye Zhenzhen became happy and discussed the banquet with satisfaction.
Since a banquet is going to be held, it must be done in a serious manner. It will not only be a simple matter of the villagers having a drink, but also the gentry and local tyrants from all over the country will come to celebrate.
In addition, Wang Xuezheng and some of Cui Weizhen's classmates are also invited. The scene will not be small, and with the reputation of Xuezheng disciples, it will definitely not be shabby.
Only then did Ye Dayong and the others find out that Brother Zhen had become a disciple of Master Xuezheng. When they heard that he might come to have a banquet, they were immediately frightened and their hands and feet became weak, "Brother Zhen, I can't handle this."
Aunt Ye also nodded repeatedly, feeling very guilty.
In their minds, the county master is the biggest official. How big of an official must he be to be able to manage the county master’s academic affairs? What if they fail to do so and embarrass Brother Zhen?
You can't do this randomly.
"We can only rely on you, Dad, just go ahead and do it."
Ye Zhenzhen took out fifty taels of silver notes from the house and gave it to Ye Dayong, "If you are not sure, ask your third uncle to help you, he will probably be back soon."
Ye Dayong had never seen a banknote before. When he saw the fifty taels written on it, he suddenly felt a little hot and stammered, "Five, fifty taels, is this too much?"
"It's not much at all. I'll have to buy some drinks then, but I'm afraid it won't be enough."
Then some details were discussed, and finally the time was set in three days, and everyone started to get busy.
Cui Weizhen was busy writing invitations, and Ye Zhenzhen cleaned the inside and outside. As for Aunt Cui, after finishing Brother Zhen's clothes, she started to prepare them for Ye Zhenzhen.
"Mom, I'm not in a hurry, you can do it for yourself first."
Ye Zhenzhen found out when Aunt Cui was taking her measurements, "Your body hasn't recovered yet, don't work too hard."
"My body knows it, so you don't have to worry."
Aunt Cui started cutting cloth, but seeing Ye Zhenzhen nagging her again, she immediately started chasing people away, "I still have the clothes from before to support the occasion, but you really can't do it. I have to make the clothes for you before the banquet.
Go quickly, go quickly, don’t delay my sewing.”
Ye Zhenzhen was kicked out without even needing help in cutting cloth and making patterns. She rubbed her nose angrily and had no choice but to go to the study room to join in the fun with Brother Zhen.
Cui Weizhen was writing the invitation. He raised his head when he heard the movement and looked at her doubtfully. Shouldn't she be in the main room at this moment?
Ye Zhenzhen waved her hand at him, "Brother Zhen, you are busy with your business and leave me alone."
He says he doesn't want to control it, but his presence is very strong.
Ever since the last embarrassing signing, Ye Zhenzhen vowed to practice calligraphy and bought a lot of rice paper from the county. Now she randomly picked a brush from the pen holder on the desk and rubbed it from Brother Zhen's inkstone.
Get some ink and start practicing calligraphy seriously.
She wrote the character Yong.
Although she can't write calligraphy, she has also heard that calligraphy beginners can master calligraphy more easily if they are proficient in the eight methods of Yongzi.
Ye Zhenzhen was full of confidence and felt that writing calligraphy was not too difficult. Just as she was about to use the ink, the thick ink from the tip of the pen dripped onto the rice paper, creating an ink pimple.
Ye Zhenzhen: "..."
He died before he left the army, which made the hero burst into tears.
She didn't believe it anymore, so she started to write with ink, and stroked horizontally and vertically. The word "Yong", which took up half of the paper, with uneven ink density, appeared on the paper with a mocking gesture.
This, this is too difficult!
"At least write it down."
Don't get me wrong, this is not Ye Zhenzhen's spiritual victory method, but what Brother Zhen said. He put down his pen at some point, walked behind her and looked at the word "Yong" written by her, with a look of relief on his face.
"I didn't expect that in addition to your own name, you also learned the word Yong."
Ye Zhenzhen was so ashamed that she subconsciously covered the ugly calligraphy. Then she looked at the row of small handwriting next to her, it was like a public execution!
She always felt that Brother Zhen was mocking her!
Cui Weizhen didn't quite understand someone's sense of shame as a cultural person of the past and present. In his opinion, it was considered good for a beginner to know how to practice calligraphy using Yong characters and write them down completely.
So he took Ye Zhenzhen's shame as her being embarrassed.
His eyes moved around someone's red cheeks, and then Cui Weizhen slowly withdrew his gaze and said, "Don't be embarrassed. You don't have a teacher to teach you. It's normal for you not to be able to write well. I'll teach you."
He was full of interest and grabbed Ye Zhenzhen's hand to teach her how to write. As a result, he saw the thick ink spreading on her palm...
Seeing his eyebrows twitching fiercely, Ye Zhenzhen knew that his mysophobia had recurred, and she immediately retracted her paws with a guilty conscience, "I'm going to wash my hands right now."
After saying that, he ran away in a hurry.
It was difficult to wash off the ink on the hands. Considering Brother Zhen's mood, Ye Zhenzhen brushed it carefully several times, not even missing the black spots between the fingernails. At the cost of rubbing her hands red, she finally
I washed my hands.
I've been careless. I've only been focusing on making powder for a while now, and I've even forgotten to prepare bath beans, soap and other things. When I have time, I must make some.
Not only will you be clean after taking a shower, but if you get your hands dirty when writing in the future, you won’t ruin yourself so much, right?