Thousands of years

Chapter 47

"Sister An Liu is a smart kid, so don't worry too much."

As a master, he can be regarded as calm and orderly on weekdays, only when he is concerned about people, he will rarely panic.

His eyes were drooping, and the sleeves of the new clothes he had deliberately prepared trembled and wrinkled. The whole body was filled with melancholy. Not only his old friend Mr. Liu, but also many women directly taught him looked over with some concern.

"Your apprentice isn't that young anymore, and it's impossible to throw it away in that room." Just now everyone noticed Jia's wife's performance, and even the unfamiliar lady comforted her. Mrs. Li is here.

Mrs. Li nodded her head and thanked her, but her expression didn't soften in the slightest—even now when these ladies can make a good life for themselves with their abilities, there are not too few young wives like Jia who commit themselves to being concubines with others.

If it is the little lady who has no other choice, she will certainly get the pity of everyone.But Jia's wife, etc., made it clear that it was not cheap, but if those methods were used on the sixth sister, the latter would really fall into it.

"Everyone is watching, so my wife wouldn't dare to do anything." It turned out that this lady was one of the women who bluntly said that she hated Jia's wife during the sacrifice. , is the sound of sighing.

"Nowadays, in this world, officials all pay attention to whether they have money in their hands, and some people naturally value money more than anything else."

The fine rain fell on the shed above the head again, and everyone's words were covered for a while.As a result, few people present said anything, they just looked at the white sky and waited for the results of the competition among the disciples.

The slanting rain, the twittering of the same people, without a pause, the green hills are covered with dust, just like Mrs. Li's thoughts, it is hard to see the half-brightness...

"Oh!"

As the weft thread was broken again, Miss An Liu knew in her heart that if she continued to waste her hands and feet like this, the ladies and officials present would not be waiting for idlers. fall behind.

My master was Qiao'er back then, no matter how clumsy the apprentices he brought out, they were also successful in weaving. If he couldn't get an upper-middle level among the crowd, he would be embarrassing to the master.

"The master and apprentice both have each other in their hearts. No wonder they are written as the protagonists. Isn't this a proper heroine novel?"

The daughter is not surprised that An Jianing can say such an evaluation of keeping up with the times.

Regardless of whether it is a father or a mother, even if they express themselves in different ways, they have always tried to understand the things that their generation is interested in. Some words may be used bluntly, but when they hear them, they warm their hearts.

"Why, girl, did I use the wrong word again?"

Seeing her father's cautious look, An Ji smiled: "No, no, that's what it means."

"That's fine, your father, I thought I was out of date again!" An Jianing also followed up with a smile, "It seems that it must be your father and me who are engaged in art. Your mother only knows how to be patient with her students and treat us I have no patience at all.”

Taking advantage of his wife's absence, An Jianing had to complain to his daughter: "But he makes a lot of money, look here, isn't he also a lady who makes a lot of money?"

Both father and daughter came from literary backgrounds, and they can tacitly say whatever they say.An Jianing seems to be a person who does not participate in the education of her daughter's growth, but only cares silently, but every word and every word contains guidance for her daughter's life.

Girls have to rely on their own ability to earn money and live on their own ability, so that they can truly live out themselves. This is the same principle from ancient to modern times!

"Sixth sister, you can use mine." Just when An Liujie was about to save a little of the silk thread in her hand as evidence, the voice of the little lady next to her suddenly sounded in her ear, "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have participated in it either." Chance."

(End of this chapter)