Why is he so stupid (please order first)

Author: Lonely Qingquan

Why is he so stupid (please order first)

In her previous life, Dingxiang liked beautiful knots, and also liked poems and meanings about knots. She learned a variety of knotting methods from videos. In this life, she watched Zhang making knots every day, and gained a certain understanding of ancient and modern weaving.

The weaving methods are generally similar, but the details are different.

Even if the style is the same but the weaving method is slightly different, the final effect will be different.

For example, the knots here are relatively small, and the largest ones are only half the size of an adult's palm. They are mainly used as hanging decorations on people or as decorations for certain items. There are more types of modern knots, and some can be used as wall decorations or even bridal chambers.

Decoration makes it more atmospheric and festive.

Another example is "concentric strands". The weaving method and shape here are relatively simple and single, while the modern ones are more complicated. The solid knot in the center of the latter is more finely and densely woven, which makes it look more unique and beautiful. Extend it a little and combine the two strands.

If two concentric threads are woven together, they are in harmony with each other...

The things Zhang compiles here are above average. If Lilac adds some modern elements to it, it will definitely sell for a good price.

Of course, Dingxiang’s goal is not to sell her craftsmanship.

She was lost in thought when she was interrupted by the shopkeeper's laughter.

"Ouch, it's so strange that such a young child likes to watch these things."

As she spoke, she took off a small dragonfly ornament and tied it to the front tie of her lilac dress.

Mrs. Zhang smiled and said, "Thank you Aunt Gong quickly."

Lilac Parrot imitated, "Thank you Aunt Gong."

The shopkeeper smiled and pinched Ding Xiang's little face.

Back at the restaurant, Ding Zhuang and his son also finished their drinks.

They went next door to buy two packs of snacks, picked up the ox cart, and went to Ding Chi's house.

Ding Chi's house is not far from Jinhu Street, and it took more than two quarters of an hour to arrive. Finally

The houses in this area are all with white walls and black tiles, and they are mid- to high-end residences in Linshui County.

A woman in her thirties opened the door.

She exclaimed in surprise, "Oh, it's the master, the uncle, the grandma, the young master, the young lady."

Ding Zhao laughed awkwardly and said, "We are just mud-legged people, so we don't need to shout so nicely."

The mother-in-law invited them in and shouted in a loud voice, "Second Master, Second Grandma, Master, Master, Grandma, the young master and the young lady are here."

Ding Chi, Tang and Ding Li came to greet them.

Xiao Zhengtai ran at the front, rushed over and hugged Ding Zhuang's leg, "Master, sister."

Except for Xiao Zhengtai, the faces of the two of them were not very good-looking.

Ding Chi said, "Dad, brother, why didn't you tell me first if you were coming? Have you eaten yet? I'll let Sister-in-law Ji do it."

People can tell how many things are said without meaning.

Ding Zhuang rolled his eyes at him and said, "If I don't want to eat from your house, I'll just leave."

Then he looked at Ding Lilai with a smile and said, "Third grandson, I miss you."

Ding Lilai smiled and narrowed his eyes, "I also miss Xiangxiang and Ye, the second brother and the eldest brother."

The ranking in my heart is expressed without any concealment.

He looked up at Ding Xiang again and said, "I want to be good to my sister, I want to be good to my sister...I have to say so many things every day."

He finished speaking in one breath without lifting his fingers.

Ding Xiang counted for him in her mind, counting ten times.

Where was he stupid?

With such a lovely grandson, Ding Zhuang ignored the indifference of Ding Chi and his wife and walked directly to the main room.

The courtyard is not big. There are many flowers and plants planted in the courtyard, as well as a few rockery stones. It is very delicate.

The walls outside and inside the house have been painted, and the furniture has been painted, and some have carvings.

The Tang family is not a particularly wealthy big businessman, so they care about their daughter by giving them such a nice house.

Ding Zhuang put Ding Xiang down and pulled Ding Li back and forth to make love.

Just after taking a few sips of tea, Sister-in-law Ji's voice sounded again, "My aunt is here."

Ding Chi's smile became much more sincere, and he stood up to greet him.

Ding Zhao, Zhang and others also went out to greet them.

Not only Ding Shuniang came, but also Miao and Guo Zifeng.

Seeing that her second brother and her family were also there, Ding Shuniang smiled even more.

Several people unanimously persuaded Ding Chi and asked him to learn how to do business from the Tang family and not to mess around on his own...

Ding Chi was very impatient and said harshly, "What did I do? Every time before I took the money, I looked at Tang's Yintang and Yinwowo. I have made a lot of money these times, which shows that I am an accurate fortune teller."

.Being capable not only means being able to do business, being able to read faces is also a skill..."

Ding Zhuang was so angry that he wanted to hit someone, but Ding Shuniang persuaded him to stop, and the others continued to reason with him earnestly.

Even if you can read fortune tellers, you can’t invest all your money every time you do business. If you lose money, you will lose everything. Being cautious can catch thousands of cicadas, and being cautious can sail a thousand-year-old ship. You must leave room for anything..."

Ding Lichun listened carefully to the adults' conversation, Ding Liren and Guo Zifeng ate Tang's preserves on the table, and Ding Lilai took Ding Xiang to the west room.

That was his small room, equipped with cabinets, desks, brocade stools, and carved canopy beds... Ding Xiang, who had lived on the earthen bed for a long time, was very jealous.

Ding Lilai opened a drawer in the desk, took out a box from it, opened it, and said very generously, "Sister, this is all my private room, and I give it to you."

Inside are a gold lock, two silver locks, two small jade pendants, and more than twenty silver peanuts.

Ding Xiang shook her head and said, "I don't want it."

Ding Lilai said sincerely, "Please, accept it. My father asked me to curry favor with you and treat you well."

This was completely brainwashed by his father.

Ding Xiang was very moved, but shook her head and said, "I accept Third Brother's wishes. There is no need to fawn over. You can keep this thing for yourself, I don't want it."

Xiao Zhengtai blinked his eyes, "What is the heart?"

"That's how good you are to me."

"The best thing I do to you is to give you these private rooms."

Ding Xiang was so troubled by him that she didn't know how to explain it. After thinking for a while, she said, "It's not about giving him a private house and being flattery, it's about caring, loving and respecting him, and keeping him in mind..."

Ding Lilai looked stupid and he couldn't understand.

Looking at the naive and ignorant little shota, Dingxiang closed the box and put it in the drawer, then pulled him and ran to play in the yard.

His sister held his hand, which made Mr. Zhengtai happy and happy at the same time. He felt that his flattery had worked and his sister also liked him.

Lilac pointed to the flowers and counted, "One, two, three, four, five, six."

After counting to six, Lilac stopped and looked at Xiaoshota, meaning to continue counting.

Ding Lilai understood what his sister meant, and then counted, "Seven flowers, eight flowers, ten flowers." He pouted again, "I can count to ten, and they said I'm so stupid that I poop like a pig."

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Little Shota can count from one to eight, which means he has to cross nine and go straight to tens.

Almost everyone thinks Ding Lilai is like his mother and not smart. A three-year-old child can't even count to ten, let alone recite poems.

Ding Xiang touched his chubby face like an adult, "The third brother is not stupid at all, he is as smart as the second brother. Come on, count the flowers with me again."

This child practices first and then theory. He can count so many "I want to be good to my sister" on his fingers, but he can't count to nine.

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