As Cui Weizhen expected, Wangzi didn't remember the appearance of the old hen at all. When Manager Xu brought a similar-looking hen, he solemnly bowed and apologized, and made a suggestion that surprised everyone.
The request - he wants to take the hen home and raise it.
Ye Zhenzhen responded smoothly: "...Son, do you want to support this old hen until the end of her life?"
"You kid, you don't keep your mouth shut, what nonsense are you talking about?"
Aunt Cui immediately glared at her, rubbed Wangzai's head and said, "Since Wangzai wants to raise him, let him raise it. The family is not so poor that he can't afford to raise a chicken."
Ye Zhenzhen touched her nose angrily, then turned around and threw herself into Cui Weizhen's arms for comfort. Unexpectedly, Cui Weizhen didn't help her this time, but slapped her on the forehead: "Wang Zai gives a chicken to grow old."
At the end of the day, what will become of us?"
It's all chicken.
Ye Zhenzhen was wrong, and later generations were so promiscuous that even the eighteenth generation of their ancestors could make fun of her. Unlike the ancients, they paid special attention to ethics. If outsiders dared to make fun of her like Ye Zhenzhen did just now, they would become enemies in the future.
Fortunately, everyone in the family knew that Ye Zhenzhen loved to joke, so there was no big disturbance. The family spent another day in Zhuangzi before returning home with Zhuangzi's specialty - an old hen.
After relaxing, a tense and busy life begins again.
As soon as she returned to Jingning's residence, Ye Zhenzhen was taken to the study by Cui Weizhen to write a memorial. Writing a memorial was not that easy. After all, it had to be presented in front of the emperor. The literary talent of the memorial must be high, the organization must be clear, and the handwriting must be beautiful.
, otherwise it would be the crime of deceiving the emperor.
After the emperor has read it, a copy of the memorial, except for the secret memorial, must be issued. If it is not written well, everyone in the civil and military circles of the court will know that a certain minister is illiterate. If you do not want to be "famous", the memorial must be treated with caution.
This was very painful for Ye Zhenzhen.
She had long planned to establish Baishan Hall and had written the plan. However, her writing habits followed the style of later generations, which was simple, clear, and full of commercial atmosphere. But after Cui Weizhen read it, she directly gave a comment:
"The adjustment is clear, but the literary talent is lacking and needs to be polished."
Ye Zhenzhen: "..."
If she could use it or even write a piece of music, she would not have had a headache with classical Chinese reading questions in the college entrance examination.
In terms of ancient literature, she is just a scumbag!
Ye Zhenzhen scratched her head and ears, at a loss. A fine wolf-hair brush had almost all its hair plucked out. Even the penholder was covered with her teeth marks, and even the ink stick was half worn away, but she couldn't even write a single word.
Can't squeeze it out.
On this day, she really couldn't hold on any longer. She looked pitifully at Cui Weizhen, who was dealing with official documents, and begged softly: "Weizhen, I really can't write it anymore. Just help me write it. No big deal, no big deal."
From now on, I will add one hundred taels to your monthly pocket money!"
Cui Weizhen raised his eyebrows and looked up at her from the official document: "Seriously?"
Ye Zhenzhen gritted her teeth: "It's true!"
"Can."
Cui Weizhen took her plan book calmly, looked through it without forgetting his old job, and said with a master's air: "You will regret the book when it is used. If you were willing to be obedient in the past and write more strategies, it would be better."
I won’t be as helpless as I am now.”
Ye Zhenzhen: "...do you still want the pocket money?"
