Even after experiencing the funeral, Lu Zi's expression was a little haggard, but he still straightened his back and was very kind.

He looked indifferent and walked slowly over.

Everyone couldn't help but straighten their backs and felt agitation in their hearts.

Uncle Ren's heart beat even more, but he reluctantly greeted him: "Mr. Ren..."

But Lu Zian ignored him and walked over slowly, finally standing in front of Ren Bo.

For some reason, Ren Bo was not much shorter than him, but he felt depressed for no reason.

When he was staring at him, Ren Bo felt his legs and feet weak and his spine became cold. He subconsciously lowered his head and did not dare to look at him.

"Ren Bo." Lu Zi'an said coldly: "Do you want to learn silver silk?"

Who wants to learn that shabby thing?

But when he remembered the words of the elders in the family who were repeatedly reminding and Wan told him, Ren Bo froze his neck, nodded slowly, and hummed from his throat: "Yes."

Lu Zian looked at him a few times and said lightly: "Hand stretch out."

What does this mean?

Ren Bo felt that his mind was not turning around, so he looked at his father in a daze, and then stretched out his hand angrily after being glared at him.

The palms are not much flesh, but they are thick and short. It is obvious that they have never suffered any grievances at home. The palms are not cocoons and are well maintained.

"You can't."

Damn it!

Ren Bo's scalp exploded and almost jumped three feet high: "Who the hell do you say can't do it!"

Even men can't stand such insults!

Many people around him laughed and looked at him with teasing sarcasm.

Lu Zian frowned slightly and looked at him inexplicably: "I said you are not suitable for learning silver silk, and your hand is not suitable for doing this job at all."

So that's it.

Uncle Ren slapped him in the head: "Who are you yelling to? Apologize!"

Almost pressed his neck forward, Ren Bo said sorry, and was thrown away.

Uncle Ren's face was already as gloomy as water, but he still barely suppressed it and took out another young man: "Where is this? Master Lu must not be polite, as long as you like it, you can choose it!"

But this one was denied as soon as they met: "It's too small, not suitable."

The louder the laughter around him, Ren Bo's cousin's face was so hot.

He is obviously only one year younger than Ren Bo...

But even so, the Ren family refused to give up easily, so they simply took out all their young people and stood in a row.

This way, it's not impossible to win any one, right?

However, Lu Zian really refused all of them, and the reason given was very reasonable: "There is insufficient patience and is not suitable; the skeleton is too thick, and the fingers have been injured? No..."

I looked at each one, but none of them really liked it.

Could it be that Lu Zi'an was deliberately provoking trouble? Uncle Ren's eyes were quite suspicious.

But Lu Zian's expression was still very calm: "Well, I'll be in Changyan, leave a token for you. If there is a suitable candidate in the future, just let him come to me."
Chapter completed!