That Zheng Lang is the one Zheng Lang, and this Zheng Lang is this Zheng Lang.

When they made this marriage with their physical father, they were colleagues and good friends. When their father died, Cui Youjie was promoted step by step and became the magistrate of Mengzhou, and he did not dislike this marriage. The Cui family is not the Cui family of the Tang Dynasty, and the Zheng family is not the Zheng family of the Tang Dynasty.

Cui Youjie may still want to keep the traditions of hundreds of years ago and have a good relationship with Cui Zheng.

However, he was finally a person who wanted to be respected. When this happened, it was when his colleagues talked. Oh, that little brother from Zhengzhou was our future son-in-law of Cui Zhizhou. He would definitely not be able to bear the face.

I came to ask clearly the whole story, and there was some news of regret for my relatives, but because of the friendship with my father in the past, I couldn't speak, which led to the scene where my lips and lips were about to move.

Zheng Lang doesn't care about this either.

The Zheng family has a good family background, and he is not that Zheng Lang, he is a prodigal son. As long as he works hard and cannot become an official, he can be a happy little landlord. There is no need to marry the daughter of the Cui family. Besides, what he looks like is still a few years ago, and Xiaose brother himself can't remember it.

But the performance of the several empresses, especially the kind-hearted aunt and her biological mother, Si Niang, were almost bursting into tears, and Zheng Lang had to take the initiative to stand up.

Cui Zhizhou looked at the women, sighed, threw his sleeves and wanted to leave.

Zheng Lang suddenly pulled his sleeve.

He couldn't let him go, and Cui Zhizhou didn't say anything, but once he went back, he talked to his mother-in-law and thought of regretting his relatives again. People are in love, and once he leaves, he can't see the sad appearance of several empresses. For the sake of his daughter's future, he will regret his relatives even if he regrets his relatives.

It doesn’t matter if you regret kissing, the women in the room must be very sad.

But it cannot be said.

I don’t know if I don’t wear it, I’ll be shocked when I wear it.

In ancient times, it was far from what I thought. It was different in lifestyle, food, clothing, housing and transportation, and even the words were different. Although Zhengzhou was located in the Central Plains, the words spoken by the people were by no means Mandarin. Zheng Lang could understand it through the memories of the boys, but he couldn't speak it.

When he was just awake, Zheng Lang was frightened. He looked at several women, young and old, and asked with conditioned reflex: "Where is this?"

After asking, several women cried.

I couldn't understand what he was saying, thinking that his head had broken and he lost his soul, so I quickly invited a few great immortals to go home and ask for the gods to summon the soul.

Since then, Zheng Lang has never spoken casually, and he said slowly, and he said it very awkwardly.

Cui Zhizhou was in a bad mood at this time. If he spoke slowly a few days ago, he would be even more angry. Therefore, he did not speak, bowed and bowed to the ground, and his attitude was very sincere.

Cui Zhizhou had no choice but to turn back and stand down.

Zheng Lang shouted to Sier: "Scissors."

Si'er ran away and brought a pair of scissors. Cui Youjie was a little surprised and looked at him.

Zheng Lang struggled to drag the pot of bonsai out, picked up scissors, walked around the tree stump, looked at it for a long time before he started to use the scissors to move his hands. After several days, he looked at the pot of cypress in front of him every day, and felt a sharp eye. He kept hurt on the bed, and his heart was traveling through time, with a heavy burden, and he did not move it. But the bonsai is not a painting, it is a three-dimensional thing. He not only needs to start from the side of the bed, but also two sides, one on the back, up, down, front, back, left and right.

First, carefully trim away the small branches that grew later. Then slowly cut off the excess branches and leaves, and finally build the canopy. The movement is not very fast, it doesn’t matter if you cut it a little slower, you can trim it again. But if you cut it quickly and carelessly, cut off a needed branch and leaf and can no longer be installed.

My hands hurt a little, and I was not familiar with them, but I finally finished cutting it and said to Cui Youjie: "Look."

Cui Youjie kept watching. Several women were puzzled. They only knew that after being trimmed by their son's hands, this "little tree" became very beautiful, but it was mostly done by servants and craftsmen, which would not help changing Cui Youjie's attitude. They turned around and looked at Cui Youjie, but Cui Youjie's expression had relieved a little.

Zheng Lang observed his expression and knew that he had not done enough. He wanted to say, but the coherent Song Dynasty words are still not used to speaking. After thinking about it, he walked to the desk, took out the round ink from the ink cartridge, and shook the Water Zhongcheng again. Several women didn't understand it, but they still understood the simple rules. Water Zhongcheng often uses porcelain ceramics, and also has lead, tin and jade and other materials. The most taboo is copper. It is strong in copper. If it is stored for a long time, it will be toxic and easy to brittle. But it is not a coppercheng. Generally speaking, Water Zhongcheng cannot be stored for a long time.

Since his father's death, Zheng Lang neglected to study. Even though he studied, he was just doing the same thing. In addition to his injuries, he was not water in the Water Chief.

He had to pick up the copper cast shepherd boy Wo Niu Water Fill on the table and said to Sier: "Water."

He only told Sier that Liu'er was a little older and had been attacked by the original little Zheng Lang many times. He was very disgusted with Zheng Lang. He was afraid of his status as a servant, so he dared not speak out, but he didn't listen to Zheng Lang very much.

It can be seen that the original Zheng Lang was so harsh.

Si'er trotted and brought some clean water into the water filling.

I used water to pour more than a dozen drops of water into the inkstone, which was very particular. Too much water, the ink was light and expandable, and too little water, and heavy and astringent. Ink was used in painting and writing. Individual styles were different. The ink was used in different light and heavy, so water was very important and was definitely not a decoration. Often, an expert would adjust it when writing or painting. Either adjust it by grinding ink, but in that case, it would be wasted. It doesn’t matter if a layman was wasted, anyway, I am a rough man. How much can I waste such a few words a year? But it is absolutely not allowed to put it in an insider.

You can spend a lot of money on a lady in the museum, but you cannot waste your writing. This is a respect for culture.

Zheng Lang's understanding of the Song Dynasty was only some later knowledge and the memories of the little Zheng Lang. He also understood some of the views and opinions of the Song Dynasty people. However, it would be better if he didn't understand. Once he understood, he felt a little nervous and his movements were not done smoothly.

Cui Youjie's face turned dark again.

Zheng Lang said in a strange way: "Shan Tai, hurt."

He rolled up his sleeves and beat them hard. Not only did Xiao JJ suffer injuries, but his arms and thighs were injured.

"Your father was upright and upright during his lifetime, had high solar terms and good character. Why would he be injured when he was alive?"

Zheng Lang bowed to the ground again.

Cui Youjie saw his sincere attitude and was unable to do anything. He finally realized that there was an advantage. Although the little guy was young, he was very good at observing his face. But he couldn't understand why he impulsively hit the stone with an egg and tampered with the son of Gao County Magistrate Gao. He could only sigh in his heart, with a knife on the head of the word "se". This sentence is regardless of age, even a ten-year-old child can also be hit.

Then I washed the white porcelain pen with lotus leaf petals to soften the brush, picked up the brush, dipped it in the sea of ​​inkstone, stared at the white paper but became stunned. What can I write to persuade this father-in-law? At least a few words that can touch people, and I will do my best. I will not be with me. Even if the Cui family regrets their relatives, I can comfort my mothers.

Also, in my memory, Zheng Lang read for several years under the guidance of his father. The original brush calligraphy was still written in a bit. However, after his father died, he practiced for a long time and his calligraphy became worse and worse. As for himself, he was stuck on the computer all day long and could not write the fountain pen calligraphy, let alone brush calligraphy.

I thought of some calligraphy again, and suddenly countless kinds of calligraphy flashed through my mind, as well as various comments from later generations, and a large amount of information came one after another. Because the amount of information I received was too huge, with a "boom", my mind seemed to explode.

"Son, what's wrong with you?" Several ladies rushed up and supported him.

"No, what, what." Zheng Lang stood firm again, suddenly laughed and burst into laughter.

Cui Youxuan threw his sleeves and said, "It's a bad thing to spoil me!"

He was very disappointed with Zheng Lang's loss of composure and wanted to leave again.
Chapter completed!