Make a fortune by farming: The sweetheart of the first assistant family

Xu Tuhu used his own experience as an example, and the group of relatives and friends could not argue with it.

The festive and lively atmosphere became stagnant and awkward due to the unpleasant topics.

Huo Yunchao could no longer pretend to be drunk. He slowly sat up straight and glanced at the group of relatives and friends who came to drink the wedding wine with his dazed eyes.

He wasn't pretending. He was drunk with alcohol, and his ability to control his body was far less than when he was sober. His eyes wandered here and there, and finally settled on Butcher Xu's face. He swore with a loud tongue: "Dad Xu, we are not a family." Enter the same house. I promise you that I will live with Ning Niang wholeheartedly, without any second thoughts!"

Butcher Xu responded: "Chao'er, Father Xu knows that you are a good man who values ​​friendship, justice and keeps promises. From today on, you are part of the Xu family. Let's live a good life as a family of three! Live a good life!"

"Have a good life! We will definitely have a good life!"

Huo Yunchao stood up and slapped the table. Before he could stand up straight, he shook a few times.

Xu Ning hurriedly reached out to support her shaky husband, supporting his entire weight with one hand, allowing him to straighten his back.

"Ning Niang, I will work hard to earn money to support my family!"

Huo Yunchao turned his head and smiled wildly at Xu Ning, looking at her with an intoxicating look in his eyes.

His love for Xu Ning is written on his face, painted in his eyes, and engraved in his heart.

Xu Ning nodded heavily and responded to him: "Okay, let's work hard together!"

Butcher Xu held up his wine glass and invited his relatives and friends to toast to celebrate: "Come! Let's celebrate Ning Niang and Chao'er's happy day together!"

Groups of relatives and friends raised their cups and bowls one after another, regardless of whether they were filled with tea, wine or soup. They took a deep sip of emotion!

After that unpleasant episode, there was no more conversation at the next banquet.

When it comes to unpleasant topics, all they talk about are festive and joyful topics.

The Xu family was full of laughter and laughter, and the atmosphere in the Huo family was also very cheerful.

Huo Yunchao came to invite the groom in person and provided pen, ink, paper and inkstone. After Zheng Shaoxuan finished what he was doing, he was thinking about writing the word "囍" for Huo Auntie.

After collecting the gift money, Huo Tianxiang personally came to invite Zheng Shaoxuan to take a seat. On the left was the old clan leader who had been waiting for a long time, and on the right was Huo Tianxiang, several clan elders and the promising Huo family headed by Huo Yunyao. A table of ten people surrounded the large round wooden table. .

Zheng Shaoxuan does not smoke or drink. The old patriarch and Huo Tianxiang knew his rules in advance and did not let the Huo family's son toast him.

He didn't drink, and neither did the elders at the same table. Huo Yunyao was too greedy for wine and was too embarrassed to drink, so he just ate, drank and chatted at a large table.

Zheng Shaoxuan is not good at sociability, and other people have to take the initiative to bring up topics before they can start a conversation.

Instead of feeling that Zheng Shaoxuan was taciturn and difficult to deal with, the old clan leader and clan elders thought that Zheng Shaoxuan had a steady personality and knew etiquette and was a good candidate to be the Enlightenment Master!

The older men don't drink, they eat quickly, and they leave faster than Aunt Huo's table.

When Aunt Huo saw Zheng Shaoxuan getting up and leaving the table, she hurriedly chased him out: "Master Zheng!"

Zheng Shaoxuan didn't know that the person who stopped him was Aunt Huo who wanted to pay him to write the Chinese character "囍": "Madam, what do you want?"

Aunt Huo quickly introduced herself: "Mr. Zheng, I am Yun Chao's cousin. I wonder if Yun Chao has told you that I want to ask you for five 囍 characters?"

Zheng Shaoxuan: "I've mentioned it before, I'm just about to write it."

"Huh? Then can I see your inscription on the spot? I also

I have never seen a scholar write the character "囍". "

Aunt Huo said what was in her heart with a bald mouth. Seeing that Zheng Shaoxuan's expression was calm, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Zheng Shaoxuan has a strong mentality, and he will not let outsiders' comments affect his performance: "Okay, it won't get in the way."

As soon as the old patriarch saw his daughter rushing to look for Zheng Shaoxuan, he stared at her closely, fearing that her words and actions would make Zheng Shaoxuan unhappy.

After hearing Zheng Shaoxuan's personal promise to watch him inscribe on the spot, he and the clan elders behind him gathered around.

When Huo Yunze saw that Zheng Shaoxuan wanted to write an inscription, he called his friends from the Shang clan to bring in the desk and put pen, ink, paper and inkstones on it.

As soon as the formation was established, relatives and friends of the Huo family gathered around: "What are you going to do?"

"This scholar is the enlightened master of the Huo family, and he is about to write the inscription himself."

"What? What does the inscription mean? It's human language."

"Yunyao's sister-in-law paid the scholar to write the character "囍", saying that she wanted to give it to her eldest sister's daughter as a gift."

"Ouch! Are you talking about the word "囍" on the wall?"

"Then let's squeeze over and have a look."

Passed from one to another, Zheng Shaoxuan became the focus of the Huo family's relatives and friends. He glanced around and felt uneasy, but the moment he held the pen, all the nervousness and uneasiness disappeared.

The touch and concentration he has developed since he can remember allow Zheng Shaoxuan to completely ignore the presence of other people and write the words he wants according to his own unique habits.

Stroke by stroke, the pen moves like a dragon and a snake. The strokes of the pen seem to be free and wanton, but in fact they are powerful and powerful.

After writing the word "囍", Huo Yunze stepped forward to take away the written paper and placed it in a bamboo basket aside to dry.

"

let us see! "

Seeing that the situation was not good, Huo Yunze shouted: "The ink is still wet! Don't squeeze over!"

The old patriarch shouted loudly: "Why are you squeezing? The 囍 characters on the windows on the wall are not enough for you to see? Who can try to squeeze one more step forward? Your children are not allowed to enter the clan school!"

The scene fell into deathly silence. The tribesmen who were pushing forward spontaneously backed away. A woman with school-age children asked anxiously: "Old chief, what are the conditions for entering the tribe school?"

The old patriarch glanced around and said bluntly: "My ability is limited. I have saved the coffin book for decades and only have ten taels of silver. The Huo clan school can only provide free admission to ten students, aged six to eight years old. Children of school age. If there are more than ten people, the best ones will be admitted to the clan school. If you want your children to enter the clan school, you can pay Master Zheng to pay one tael of silver a year."

The tribesmen hurriedly took their seats and found that their children were either too old or too young and were not within the age range of six to eight years old. When they heard that joining the tribe required paying a tael of silver, they all backed down.

The tribesmen who had school-age children at home secretly rejoiced, but after calculating, there were more than ten school-age children in the tribe!

Then he thought of the old patriarch's words about merit-based admission, and the corners of his mouth that had just raised drooped down immediately. What if his child couldn't compete with others?

Seeing that the clan's attention had shifted to clan studies, the old patriarch continued: "At that time, Master Zheng and Yun Chao will set up a test, and whoever performs well will be able to attend school for free for one year."

A clan member who was worried about money asked: "Clan leader, what about next year's tuition?"

The old patriarch grinned, revealing his missing teeth and leaking gums: "One year later

, you can decide for yourself whether you want your children to continue studying. My coffin only costs ten taels of silver. "