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Chapter 164 The old scholar

Bai Zhenzhuang smiled, showing all his yellow teeth, but he looked a bit naive: "Sister-in-law Zhou, what do you think about what I told you last time?"

Sister-in-law Zhou frowned fiercely, and when she mentioned this matter, she became angry: "Bai Zhenzhuang! Let me tell you, my husband is a respectable person in Yuanshan Village. Don't talk about things casually!"

Cen Ying suddenly fell into embarrassment, these two people, what's the matter?

Bai Zhenzhuang was still smiling, and he didn't think this matter was weird or embarrassing at all: "Sister-in-law Zhou, you will become my mother-in-law in the future, how can you say this casually, of course you have to be serious, you turn around, and my father-in-law , and by the way, I am a well-known woodcutter in the neighborhood, and if your daughter follows me in the future, she will be able to live comfortably!"

Bai Zhenzhuang really wants his wife crazy...

"It's really shameless, smelly and shameless!" Sister-in-law Zhou became more and more annoyed as she listened. Bai Zhenzhuang still had a smile on his face, as if it was a serious matter. It was obviously a joke, no, it was worse than a joke.

Sister-in-law Zhou was so angry that she wanted to get a ladle that was placed at the door of Bai Laosan's house, and wanted to give this Bai Zhenzhuang who didn't know why.

Cen Ying hurriedly stopped her, it would be bad if something happened.

Just as the sister-in-law and sister-in-law were angry this week, a long song was uploaded from the ridge of the field.

"Talking and laughing—there are Hongru, and there are no white people—" A man in gray clothes carried a load of water behind him, and walked steadily on the field ridge in front of the gate of Bai Lao San's house. While reciting verses, at first glance, he thought he was a poet who had retired to the mountains and forests.

The man in gray clothes has prominent cheekbones, a thin face, and a short nose bridge. He looks about 50 years old and wears a gray scarf on his head, which looks a little old.

As soon as Bai Zhenzhuang saw this person walking by with a load, he greeted him: "Bai Chifan, didn't you say that scholars have no strength to restrain a chicken? Why do you still see that your delicate body can still carry a bucket of water? ah!"

"Brother Zhenzhuang's words are wrong." Bai Chifan looked at Bai Zhenzhuang, as if he was looking at an unteachable disciple, "I reflect on my body three times a day, and my body breeds a masculine body. If I don't have a good body, how can I do it?" Can you study Confucius and Mencius?"

Sister-in-law Zhou saw that Bai Zhenzhuang had chatted with that old scholar, so she put the water ladle back to its original place, and pulled Cen Ying two steps away.

"Doctor, I have something to do in Yuanshan Village. My daughter is three and a half years old now, and she won't stay here for long. If the old village chief finds out the corpse later, he will notify me." Mrs. Zhou was really shocked The old village head couldn't help it, and said to ask for a reason. The village head is considered old, and he always feels that it doesn't make sense, but there is no news of her aunt's body now.

Cen Ying nodded, told Mrs. Zhou how to prevent and control her condition, and then watched her leave Baiqiao Village.

When he turned around and came back, the old scholar was still talking about the way of Confucius and Mencius with Bai Zhenzhuang.

"Brother Zhenzhuang doesn't know something!" Bai Chifan saw that Bai Zhenzhuang wanted to come closer to look at his bucket, like an old hen guarding a chick, "I got this from three mountains away. As the saying goes - a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, tossing and turning in the night, I still have to go forward to get it myself..."

The old scholar was serious, and continued: "I am a person who hopes that the people will be well-fed and warm, and work hard to leave the mountains and forests. Now that we are in trouble, I will go back to my home first, and see you later!"

(End of this chapter)