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"Chu Wazi, what are you doing? You have a lot of money to spend now and give us too much."

It’s really not like one family doesn’t come into the same house. Why are these two couples like this?

So he quickly said to the second aunt: "Second aunt, don't refuse. This little money is nothing to me, but Brother Huzi is not young anymore. Go back and pull out the thatched house and build a tiled house." Marrying a wife is not.”

After hearing what Chu Chen said, the second aunt looked at her son, who was looking fierce.

It is true that this boy can work, he is not stupid, and he is older than Chu Wazi.

The reason why I can't get a wife is not because my family is poor.

Not to mention Chu Wazi's villa, if there was a tiled house like the one Wang Defa had, I'm afraid his grandson would be able to make soy sauce.

"Since Chu Wazi is willing to help you, Brother Huzi, then I will accept it."

Chu Dazhuang in front of him looked at Chu Chen and reached out to take the heavy silver.

Then he turned to look at Huzi and said: "Remember Huzi, Chuwazi is helping you, so if you are lazy one day, I will break your legs."

Huzi: Why the hell do you hit me at every turn?

"Alright Huzi, let's ask Mr. Zhou to come down for dinner."

Chu Chen looked at the innocent Hu Zi and gave him instructions.

Huzi smiled after hearing this and flew towards the third floor as fast as he could.

Zhou Heng in the room was still thinking about what he had seen and heard that day, when a shout came from the door.

"Master Zhou, come down for dinner." Huzi knocked on the door outside and shouted at the top of his lungs.

Zhou Heng opened the door and said to Huzi: "Brother Huzi, wait a moment, I will come soon."

After saying that, he turned around and went back to collect his pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

"Hey, why are you still writing with that thing? How troublesome."

"Ah, I didn't expect Brother Huzi to be literate."

Zhou Heng couldn't help but look at Huzi with admiration.

"What the hell, my father is the only illiterate person in our family. It took Chu Wazi a long time to teach him how to calculate wages."

Huzi said with a proud face, "I don't know, I thought it was such an insult to be literate."

"Then why does Brother Huzi say that these four treasures of the study cannot be used for writing."

"Well, I'm not saying it can't be used, but I see my dad can write with a very thin stick."

After hearing what Dao Huzi said, Zhou Heng suddenly became interested.

He didn't accept the Four Treasures of the Study, and kept urging Huzi to find his father.

Downstairs, Chu Dazhuang put away his notebook and water-based pen before sitting down at the dining table.

"Uncle Chu, Brother Huzi said, you have a small pen there, can you show it to me?"

Zhou Heng came to Chu Dazhuang's side and asked expectantly.

Chu Dazhuang on the side couldn't help but glance at Hu Zi, and then turned to look at Chu Chen.

This was a treasure given to him by Chu Chen. How could he take it out at will without Chu Chen's consent.

Chu Chen knew what was going on as soon as he heard it. It must be Huzi who mentioned the water-based pen.

In order not to embarrass Chu Dazhuang, he said quickly.

"It's just a water-based pen. Let's eat first. After dinner, I'll give you a set."

Therefore, throughout the dinner process, Zhou Heng's heart felt as if he was being scratched by dozens of cats, and it was extremely itchy.

This meal was so long for him.

The delicious food on the table suddenly felt tasteless.

After finishing his meal, Zhou Heng couldn't wait to sit down next to Chu Chen.

It seems that this person is still a lover of literature, and he was absent-minded throughout the meal.

How could Chu Chen not understand what he meant.

So I turned around and went to the second floor. When I came down, I had an extra large and thick notebook in my hand, as well as a water-based pen and a box of refills.

"Brother Zhou, it must be uncomfortable to wait." After saying that, he handed the things to him.

Zhou Heng quickly snatched the things from Chu Chen's hand and started playing with them with a water-based pen.

As if he were holding a brush, he carefully started drawing on a piece of rice paper beside him.

He couldn't bear to part with that book. Judging from the quality of the paper, it must be a particularly valuable book.

Ask for advice later.

Chu Chen watched him draw for a long time, but he didn't draw anything.

So I couldn't help but teach him step by step, opening the pen cap and holding the pen.

After all, he is still a person who has read books. Gradually, Zhou Heng mastered the key and said it was amazing.

"I dare to ask Brother Chu, what is the use of this book?" After a long time, Zhou Heng picked up the notebook next to him and asked.

Chu Chen threw the notebook in front of him, opened it casually, and said to him.

"This thing is not a book, it's called a notebook. Don't you know how to read?"

"You literati usually don't like to write poems or anything like that, so I gave it to you."

After listening to Chu Chen's introduction, Zhou Heng looked at the neat painting marks on it and separated each row into small and large ones.

It's just that the way to turn the page is wrong, you have to turn it up, but it doesn't affect it at all.

Chu Chen: Who told you to write vertically in ancient times? Try writing horizontally.

"Brother Chu, isn't this paper a product of my Daxia? It is so smooth and delicate, is it a product of the immortal world?"

"Well, it's just what we do in the countryside, it's not like a fairyland."

If the explanation is not clear, then don’t explain it, it would be too troublesome.

But this made Zhou Heng yearn for this rural area even more.

"Okay, you can study it slowly by yourself, I'll go out for a walk."

After saying that, Chu Chen walked towards the door.

Zhou Heng returned to the room on the third floor and began his recording and creation.

At the entrance of the village, Chu Chen was squatting there smoking a cigarette, with a big yellow dog sitting next to him.

The Feng family's dog in this town got used to eating big fish and meat at Chu Chen's house, so it simply didn't want to go back.

Feng Er has no objection at all to this. After all, if this doesn't save food, it can still make him fat.

But he didn't know that this bitch would also betray him.

"Dahuang, you said that if I build a road from here directly to Qingniu Town, and then surround my Mashan Village with a wall, wouldn't that be called a paradise?"

Da Huang whimpered, not sure whether he agreed or disagreed.

However, regardless of whether you agree with it or not, as long as you have this idea, just do it.

Besides, Wang Defa has taken care of everything.

You just need to pay for it yourself.

Thinking of this, Chu Chen seemed to have seen himself, driving a BJ80, speeding through this ancient scene with those few Yingying Yanyan.

Taking a deep breath of smoke, Da Huang couldn't help but sneeze.

Then let’s go tomorrow and urge Wang Defa to start construction as soon as possible.

It was late at night, and Chu Chen walked back home leisurely.

I went to the bathroom to take a shower and dove into Li Qinglian's quilt.

"My husband, I thought you went to see Xiufang's sister-in-law, and you came back so late."

Looking at the resentful look on Li Qinglian's clothes, could it be that Gu Xiufang told Li Qinglian?

So he asked tentatively: "What are you talking about? Who in this Mashan Village can compare to my Qinglian."

"I see that Sister-in-law Xiufang looks at you differently. If you don't want to be fair, you will..."

Before he finished speaking, Chu Chen blocked his mouth with a lollipop.