Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 286 Whoever is missing will still turn (four more)

Yang Huaan then talked eloquently: "This lake pen is divided into four categories: sheep hair, wolf hair, concurrent hair, and purple hair."

"According to the size and specification, it can be divided into four categories: capital, inch, medium, and small."

"Your uncle and I are quite accomplished in calligraphy, and have always preferred teeny small characters."

"In this way, nephew of the Luo family, you can buy a purple hair."

Yang Huaan's remarks made the other three people in the room sound like a cloud.

Luo Fengtang is as big as a bull.

"Uncle Yang, where can I sell this purple hair?" he asked.

Yang Huaan said: "There is Moxiangxuan in the town."

Luo Fengtang nodded.

I saw Yang Huaan took a sip of the tea in front of him, and then said, "I'll use Zihao for the pen for now, let's talk about other objects."

"The ink must be Hui ink, and the paper must be rice paper. As for the inkstone, of course, the Duan inkstone is the best."

"Brother, please wait a moment~"

Yang Huazhong, who had been silent all the time, couldn't help but speak.

Being interrupted, Yang Huaan was a little unhappy.

However, I still asked Yang Huazhong: "What do you want to ask the third child?"

Yang Huazhong glanced at Luo Fengtang beside him, and turned to ask Yang Huaan: "Brother, we are all confused by what you said."

"I'm worried that the shopkeeper bullying Tang Yazi is a layman. Why don't we just follow the way we did last time and ask Yongxian to borrow it?"

When Yang Huaan heard Yang Huazhong's words, he immediately fell down.

"Since you are sincerely asking me to write a contract, you should show your sincerity."

"I just asked you to buy some ink and ink, so I pushed three and four?"

"Why are you writing this contract?" Yang Huaan said with a stare.

An angry red appeared on Bai Bai's chubby face like a steamed bun.

Seeing this, Luo Fengtang hurried out to smooth things out.

"Third uncle, don't worry about me, don't you just buy pens and paper? I can do it." Luo Fengtang said.

Yang Huazhong looked embarrassed, but he couldn't speak again.

At the opposite table, Yang Huaan cast an admiring look at Luo Fengtang.

"Nephew of the Luo family, if you can buy these four treasures of the study, uncle, I will definitely write a family heirloom contract for your family..."

"Pfft~"

Yang Huaan's words were interrupted by Yang Ruoqing's laughter.

He glared at Yang Ruoqing a little angrily, extremely displeased.

"Fatty, what are you laughing at?"

Yang Huaan asked in a deep voice.

Yang Ruoqing stopped laughing and said to Yang Huaan, "Uncle, don't you make fun of it?"

"What do you mean?" Yang Huaan asked.

Yang Ruoqing twitched the corners of her mouth: "Isn't it just writing a contract in black and white? It's not the emperor's decree, and it's still a family heirloom for the ages!"

Yang Huaan was so angry that he threw the tea bowl in front of him on the table.

"Writing a contract is a big deal, and it needs to be reported to the government."

He said sternly.

"If this contract is written irregularly, the paper is broken, the handwriting is scribbled, and the ink is blurred, it will not be easy to identify and save!"

"Pen, ink, paper and inkstone, everything is sloppy!"

"You little girl, don't understand these doorways? Don't talk nonsense!" he said.

Yang Ruoqing sneered.

Just as he was about to speak, Luo Fengtang came to dissuade him.

Yang Ruoqing pulled him aside and took a step forward.

"Uncle, there are no outsiders here, so don't show off your stuff."

"Breaking the sky, isn't it just writing a contract!"

"Return the ink and ink on rice paper and inkstone, and go to Moxiangxuan to buy it."

"Tangyazi's family will spend a total of four taels of silver to buy the land, but you're better, you'll need five or six taels just to buy these things!"

"If it's not showing off knowledge, it's just pretending to cheat people!" she said.

"There's no reason for this, there's no reason for this!"

Yang Huaan was so angry that he slapped the table.

The tea bowls on the table jumped up and fell back again.

The tea inside spilled out and stained on his [-]% new cotton-padded clothes made of blue and blue fabrics.

Now, he was even more annoyed.

"Since that's the case, then I won't write this contract, you guys should be clever!"

Yang Huaan waved his hand and made a chasing gesture.

Seeing this, Yang Huazhong hurriedly came out to persuade him to make peace.

"Big brother, Qing'er doesn't mean that. I also think that it's not worth paying attention to those things, just borrow a pen and paper from Yongxian..."

"Tangyazi's family finally bought some fields. If we can help him save a penny, just save a penny?"

"I'm not writing this contract anymore. Let's go!"

Yang Huaan still stood at the table with his hands behind his back, his back to the three.

Luo Fengtang didn't know what to say after seeing this gesture.

Especially because of himself, the third uncle and the uncle of the Yang family had a conflict, and he was especially uneasy.

Just at this dilemma, Yang Ruoqing smiled again.

"Without butcher Zhang, can't you still eat pigs with hair? Don't write it down!"

Yang Ruoqing turned around and greeted Luo Fengtang: "Don't worry, Tang Yazi, with the 36-character Feng Hong and a meal of wine and food, I will definitely find someone to write for you."

"Eight villages in ten miles, everything is lacking, that is, there is no shortage of those hundred-year-old children!"

After saying this, Yang Ruoqing pushed Yang Huazhong's wheelchair and walked towards the door of the house.

Behind him, Yang Huaan was so angry that he was going crazy.

Especially the last sentence 'a hundred years old boy'.

That really hit his G-spot!

As soon as the three of Yang Huazhong came out of the house, Yang Huaan rushed over and slammed the house door down from the inside.

Outside the door, Yang Huazhong sighed.

The man looked at Luo Fengtang with a guilty face: "Tangyazi, I'm sorry, the third uncle messed up things..."

Luo Fengtang shook her head hurriedly: "No, no, third uncle Wanmo said so, because I don't have the fortune to ask Uncle Yang..."

"Cut~" Yang Ruoqing snorted.

"Tangyazi, don't put gold on his face any more!"

Yang Ruoqing continued: "If he wants to take Joe, let him take it. I promise to give you a whole contract later."

"Qing'er, what are you doing?" Luo Fengtang said.

Yang Huazhong also looked at Yang Ruoqing with a surprised expression.

Of course, Yang Ruoqing would not say that she had seen it once, and she would also write when she took a picture of a gourd.

In their eyes, she was illiterate.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Brother Hall's room: "Isn't there a ready-made one!"

Originally, the last time my family asked Yang Huaan to write a contract, it was Yang Huazhong's proposal to respect the old Yangtou.

That's why I gave Yang Huaan this face.

It's not that he can't be!

This earth, without anyone, still turns.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's proposal, both Yang Huazhong and Luo Fengtang's eyes lit up.

Yes, why did you forget Yang Yongxian?

"Are you going to invite now?" Luo Fengtang asked.

Yang Ruoqing wanted to nod her head, but then she thought of the last time she called him to eat.

Yang Yongxian is hiding in the house lol.

At this time, the three of them rushed over in a mighty manner.

If he catches up with Yang Yongxian to 'relieve the pressure' for himself, how bad would it be?

"Don't be in a hurry at this moment, Tang Yingzi, let's push my father back to the house first, and then I'll come back to tell my big brother about this in private."

"Alright."

Luo Fengtang knew that Yang Huazhong's leg was recovering, so it shouldn't be out for too long.

So he came over to take the pusher of the wheelchair from Yang Ruoqing's hand, and pushed Yang Huazhong towards the backyard.

(End of this chapter)