Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 397 Li Shouyin

On a rest day, Fan Zheng glanced at the light in a daze, heard the humming of cicadas, twisted his body, and continued to sleep.

Damn cicadas, why don't they all go to temples and let monks "enlighten cicadas"?

Sleep until you wake up naturally.

The days without blessings are so refreshing.

A warm little hand touched Fan Zheng's face, making a babbling sound.

Beside him, Fan Baili was muttering: "Aye, the sun is shining on your ass, you are the master of the house. Erlang asked you to get up for dinner and play with him."

The baby belongs to the family and cannot be ignored.

Fan Zheng stretched out his hand and gently grabbed Fan Mingqian's arm: "Okay, Erlang will go with his elder brother to meet Yeye and Grandma, and Ahye will come after washing up."

Du Shengxia raised her little nose triumphantly.

If she asks Fan Zheng to wake up, Fan Zheng who is resting on a holiday can dawdle until it makes people irritable, only Wa'er can make him work harder.

"Da Lang, do you understand why you, Aye, didn't practice martial arts back then? You just fell asleep and couldn't practice."

This woman, if she doesn't fight for three days, she will be shorted if she goes to the house to expose the roof tiles.

After simply washing up, changing into a gray round-neck robe, simply wearing a cape and white socks and straw sandals, Fan Zheng walked forward.

You can't wear a head wrap. How much prickly heat can you get if you wear a head wrap in this weather?
Wearing straw sandals is to keep cool, if it is not for the image, Fan Zheng may not even wear socks.

General Dingyuan's Mansion has never been a place where rules are too strict, everyone should have had breakfast, and Fan Laoshi taught his eldest grandson how to play with jujube sticks all the way.

Holding the bowl in his hands, Fan Zheng added a big spoonful of dogwood to the Ding Ding soup cake, took a look at the vinegar, threw a paw of coriander, and mixed it.

The simmered meat in the soup cake is three parts fat and seven parts thin, oily but not greasy, the amount of sauerkraut is just enough to garnish, and the tender green green onion makes the index finger move.

Fan Zheng took a sip, haha, the taste is so rich and authentic.

As for those outrageously exquisite high-end delicacies, Fan Zheng said that wild boars cannot eat fine bran.

There was roast lamb in the roast camel, roast chicken in the belly of the lamb, and eggs in the belly of the roast chicken. In the end, the VIPs ate eggs, Fan Zheng said that he was not happy to accept it.

With that time, if you spread an egg pancake for him, you will be happy to squint your eyes.

Fan Baili raised his legs high. Although he was not in a straight shape, he was much stronger than Fan Zheng.

Fan Zheng's eyes were full of surprise, his hand slipped, and the pottery bowl fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

A Fanghe quickly picked up the shovel and shoveled the ashes to cover the oil stains for cleaning later.

Yuan Luan came over aggressively with a feather duster, and gave Fan Zheng two slaps on the back: "Prodigal stuff! Don't you want money for pottery bowls?"

If it had been two years earlier, Fan Zheng might have turned his face, but now his temper has eased a lot, he just smiled without saying a word.

Don't look at the whirring sound of the feather duster, the force of falling on the body is not much heavier than that of hitting it.

Fan Mingqian, who was in Du Shengxia's arms, babbled a few words, with a trace of impatience in his brows and eyes, and his little hands began to dance.

Du Shengxia smiled brightly: "Oh, Erlang really feels sorry for Aye, and wants Grandma not to hit her?"

Yuan Luan immediately retracted the feather duster, and his face turned kindly: "Okay, Fan Mingqian is the most obedient, grandma won't hit you, Aye. How about hitting your brother?"

Fan Mingqian kicked his legs impatiently and shouted a few more words.

"Okay, okay, if you don't fight, Fan Mingqian will protect your elder brother." Yuan Luan said cheerfully.

Even if Fan Zheng had been promoted to the fourth rank, he couldn't be as happy as being fond of his grandchildren at this moment.

Fan Baili played a few tricks, put the jujube stick on the frame, and looked at brother with a smile: "brother is the most obedient, when you grow up, brother will take you to play in the workshop."

Holding a warm sweat towel, Wei Wuji wiped the milk stains on Fan Mingqian's face.

This time, Du Shengxia's breast milk was enough to feed her, so she didn't need to hire a wet nurse.

The disgusting thing Fan Baili's Ah Yun did last time made the whole family allergic to the word "nursing mother".

Fan Mingqian showed a bright smile, and grabbed Fan Baili's fingers with his small hands. The two brothers didn't know what they were talking about.

Sun Jiu came in from the Hanging Flower Gate with a smile on his face, and greeted with his arms crossed.

This defense became a long-term follower, and his mother-in-law Wei Wuji stayed in the general's mansion in Dingyuan all day to lead the baby, so Fan Zheng simply let him have three meals a day by the mansion.

We can't let Wei Wuji and Sun Jiu eat in two places, right?
"General Zhongwu, there is someone at Wutoumen bringing Shuxiu to see you."

Sun Jiu's address is also careful.

The rank of the county male and the director is too low, so discard them;
Shaoqing is a school inspector, it doesn't sound good;
As a result, General Miscellaneous became the most prestigious appellation.

Fan Zheng got up, pulled his collar a little, felt that his appearance was passable, and waved at Fan Baili: "Go, follow Aye to meet the guests."

Regardless of the status of the struggle for the throne, Datang has always been dominated by the eldest son inheritance system.

Theoretically, even if you need to have a different nationality, the property is divided equally according to the head plus one of the heirs, one for each son, and one for the eldest son.

This is the most ideal state, but in actual separation, the bastard's income is often less than the theory.

The key is to see who owns the calculation method.

If you don't understand it, just look at the term "reasonable tax avoidance" in later generations.

For the eldest son who needs to inherit the family business, taking care of people and things is also a compulsory homework.

At the Wutou Gate, Li Kai, who was wearing a raw silk round-neck robe, and Li Shouyin, the concubine who was also in a silk robe, waited respectfully with their hands down.

If you want something from others, how can you not lower your posture?
Li Shouyin was eight years old, and his face was fairly straight, but a pair of eyeballs were rolling around, which instantly made Fan Zheng lower his evaluation.

Judging people by their appearance is the lost child, but who doesn't judge people by their appearance?

First impressions are extremely important, right?

No wonder Li Kai's county lord doesn't want to see Li Shouyin, this kid who doesn't look like a law-abiding child.

Only Li Kai, father and son are connected, can't just watch Li Shouyin fail to be a foreign official, can he?
At worst, be a pavilion chief?

The post of pavilion chief was named after Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty after the former pavilion chief of Han Gaozu Liu Bang, and a foreign official name was specially set up, which was used in the Tang Dynasty.

Zhang Gu is the official of the Eight Classics.

"Erlang, quickly pay respects to Master." Li Kai said with a smile.

When Li Shou heard the words, he crossed his hands and wanted to salute.

Fan Zheng waved his hand: "Brother Demo (Li Kai characters), I have never promised to accept disciples! What I promised was to let him study in Dunhua Workshop and try to be a student of the workshop."

Want to take advantage of Fan Zheng's unpreparedness and lead him to recognize the master-student relationship?
Think more!
Li Kai's smile did not change, as if it was just an unintentional mistake, and it didn't matter if he was rejected by Fan Zheng.

As long as he doesn't feel embarrassed, it's someone else who is embarrassed.

Fan Baili tapped on the back of Fan Zheng's hand twice, smiling: "Shibo, Shixiong, please follow me to Fangxue."

Seeing Li Kai and his son bring a cart full of repairs and follow Fan Baili to the workshop, Fan Zheng's smile faded little by little.

Those two slaps by Fan Baili were telling Fan Zheng that he didn't like Li Shouyin!
Regardless of Fan Baili's young age, he has a knack for reading people's hearts.

Coupled with Fan Zheng's not-so-good perception, probably, he will inevitably offend others in the end.

(End of this chapter)