After about two quarters of an hour, the congested road finally cleared.
The carriage moved forward slowly. When it passed the place where Cui Weizhen said the incident happened, Ye Zhenzhen opened the curtain and took a look around. She found that there were still messes around that had not been cleaned up. The yamen servants were dealing with the accident scene. When they noticed that Ye Zhenzhen passed by
At that moment, he quickly bowed his hands towards her and saluted her with a very respectful attitude.
When Cui Zhiduan saw this scene, he asked in confusion: "Why did the Yamen servant salute my mother?"
Cui Qinglan tilted her head, looked at Sister-in-law Ninth and replied: "Sister-in-law Ninth is a first-class lady, and it is the right thing for a government official to be polite."
Ye Zhenzhen nodded. Although it was because of their rank, their attitude was so respectful because she provided them with a way to make money. Nowadays, no one knows that the proposal to apply for registration of large-scale events in the capital was proposed by Mrs. Ning Guo.
What came out?
People in the yamen naturally have more respect for the God of Wealth.
Ms. Liu was accustomed to these special courtesies. Instead of being curious about the behavior of several government servants, she would be more concerned about the candidate for her future son-in-law.
So she took out her little notebook again and started chatting with Ye Zhenzhen.
Cui Qinglan had no escape this time. She was both shy and curious. She dealt with her nephew's various problems nonchalantly. Her ears were quietly perked up, listening to the conversation between her mother and sister-in-law.
Ye Zhenzhen noticed her movements, smiled secretly in her heart, and asked deliberately: "Twelve sisters, what kind of husband do you like? Tell us for reference."
Cui Qinglan jumped up like a frightened little rabbit, grinning after being hit by the carriage, but she ignored the pain in her head and waved her hands with a red face: "No, no, no, it's a matter of marriage, parents' orders, matchmaker's words,
Everything depends on the elders."
Unexpectedly, Mrs. Liu, who had always asked her daughter to be knowledgeable and sensible, did not regard her parents' orders as golden rules. Instead, she looked thoughtful: "Your sister-in-law is right, after all, the days ahead are...
When you live together, your parents can make the decision for you for a while, but they can't make the decision for your whole life. Just tell your mother what kind of husband you like, and she will give you what you want, and it will be cheaper."
Cui Qinglan's little face turned redder and redder.
When she was young, what girl didn't have poetry in her heart? Cui Qinglan naturally imagined what her future husband would look like, but now she was being stared at by eight pairs of eyes, no matter how thick-skinned she was, she couldn't bear it.
She squeaked out a sentence that was even quieter than the sound of a mosquito: "Everything is up to my mother."
He still looks shy.
Ye Zhenzhen and Mrs. Liu looked at each other, and they tacitly agreed not to ask any more questions. Since the child couldn't save face, they could just wait until they asked in private.
They continued talking about the previous topic. Seeing this, Cui Qinglan felt regretful or relieved, and her whole body sank. Only then did she feel a little pain at the place where she had just hit.
Cui Zhiming was a warm little man and asked with concern: "Aunt Twelve, do you have a headache? Do you want some medicine?"
I just knocked my head a little. It is not convenient to apply medicine under the cover of hair. Besides, it is really unsightly to go to a banquet with a strong smell of medicine.
So she shook her head and said, "No, thank you for your kindness. I'm fine."
Cui Zhiduan still remembered what happened just now, and somehow he had a sudden idea and said: "Twelve Aunt, please don't get married. I will marry you when I grow up."
He thought his idea was great, so that his great-aunt and mother wouldn't have to worry about their marriage.
Cui Qinglan burst out laughing.
Ye Zhenzhen and Mrs. Liu also stopped talking and looked at him with a smile. Ye Zhenzhen even rubbed her son's head and said, "Little fool, when you grow up, your twelfth aunt will become an old girl."
Cui Zhiduan was a little unhappy and expressed his thoughts very firmly: "I will not dislike Aunt Twelve."
Cui Zhiming did not have the bad taste of an adult, and said to his cousin very sincerely: "Brother, etiquette dictates that close relatives do not marry. You cannot marry your aunt."
Cui Zhiduan sighed in disappointment, and said to Cui Qinglan with a sad face: "Twelve aunts, it seems that we are destined to be together."
Pfft.
Now it was Ye Zhenzhen's turn to couldn't help but laugh. This child was as big as a brat. He had no idea what he was thinking about all day long. His occasional childish words made people laugh. He was really the happy fruit of the family.
"You kid, your twelfth aunt's destined lover is somewhere else, so where is your turn?" Ye Zhenzhen gently tapped his head: "In this case, you are not allowed to talk nonsense outside in the future."
Cui Zhiduan covered his forehead with his hands and nodded aggrievedly: "Yes, I understand."
After the carriage slowly drove out of the city and there was nothing much to see, Cui Qinglan and the two children lowered the curtains and focused on the adults again.
Seeing that he was bored, Ye Zhenzhen suggested, "How about you and Mingming memorize the book for a while?"
Cui Qinglan shuddered and her face was full of sympathy. It was really terrifying that she still had to endorse after finally traveling.
Unlike Cui Qinglan who doesn't like to study, Cui Zhiduan, as a preschooler, learned knowledge and loved to express himself. He immediately became interested after hearing this: "Mom, I just learned "Hundred Family Surnames" and now I can recite it!
I'll recite it to you!"
"Three Character Classic", "Thousand Character Classic" and "Hundred Family Surnames" are the books that children in ancient times must learn for enlightenment. Cui Zhiduan had only studied "Three Character Classic" and "Thousand Character Classic" before, and had only learned "Hundred Family Surnames" for a short time. Unexpectedly, he
He can actually recite it.
Ye Zhenzhen was very surprised: "Okay, you know how to carry it?" After he nodded, she continued: "Then you should supervise your brother and listen to see if he has turned his back."
The reason for letting Mingming supervise him is, firstly, not to neglect him, and secondly... ahem, she doesn't know how to memorize hundreds of family names, so she can only find Mingming as a foreign aid.
Cui Zhiming didn't know the tricks coming from his aunt. When he heard this, he immediately became serious, his mouth slightly pursed and his brows furrowed, perfectly replicating Master Zhou's appearance.
Cui Zhiduan was very confident and was not worried at all about Cui Zhiming, who was watching eagerly from the side. His belly bulged and he immediately started to recite loudly: "Zhao Qian and Sun Li, Zhou Wu and King Zheng. Feng Chen Chuwei, Jiang Chen and Han Yang..."
This child really didn't talk nonsense. He recited it without even stumbling. He was skillful and fluent, with clear articulation. His crisp little milk voice was so sweet that it made people want to take the little owner of the voice into his arms and give him a good squeeze.
That's good.
When Cui Zhiduan finally finished reciting it, Cui Zhiming immediately replied: "My aunt and my brother have already recited it."
Cui Zhiduan immediately raised his little head proudly.
"Wangzi is so smart." Ye Zhenzhen happily rubbed her son's cheek and looked at Cui Zhiming with a smile: "Okay, now it's Mingming's turn."
Cui Zhiming was a little nervous, cleared his throat, and then slowly started to memorize...