Husband and father in another world are responsible

In addition to persimmons, Boss Jia is also very interested in Ji Chunshan's fermented bean curd, pickles and spicy cabbage. As for kimchi, almost every household in their place can make it.

Because Ji Chunshan just tried to make a few jars of these kinds at first, and later saw that they were selling well, but he was planning to wait until the persimmons were sold, and then make a large batch after the big jars were freed. Fortunately, Boss Jia had already learned about this from shopkeeper Li, so he just ordered a batch before planning.

The things were sold before they were ready, Ji Chunshan was not unwilling, and after agreeing, he started to negotiate the price. With the lessons learned from the past, the two didn't talk nonsense this time, and quickly negotiated the price.

Sign the contract, leave a deposit, and you're done.Because he needed to make some arrangements when he went back, Boss Jia declined Ji Chunshan's lunch reception, and went back together with shopkeeper Li. Before leaving, he told Ji Chunshan that he would bring his staff to transport the persimmons in the afternoon, and they would bring them together at that time. Naturally, Ji Chunshan had no objection to the settlement. After sending away a few people, he went into the back room with the order deed and the deposit, and handed them to Ye Qinglan.

After Ye Qinglan took it, she put down the silver and read the deed carefully.

"Is there any problem?" Seeing that Ye Qinglan was watching carefully, Ji Chunshan asked, but even though he asked this question, he felt that there would be no problem with the contract, after all, it was not the first time he had signed such a thing. Shopkeeper Li was watching from the side, thinking that Boss Jia would not do anything wrong with it.

She didn't want to see Ye Qinglan raised her head in the next second, looked at him seriously and said, "There is a problem." Her tone was calm and undeniable.

"No way?" Ji Chunshan was startled, he knew that Ye Qinglan wouldn't be aimless, but he really didn't see anything wrong with the contract, so he asked, "Where is it? What's going on?"

Ye Qinglan put the deed on the table, pointed to the words on the deed, and said to him: "There is something wrong with these words."

Ji Chunshan hurriedly lowered his head to look, but when he saw the words clearly, he was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head and asked in confusion, "Isn't that my signature? What's the matter?" The characters are more than twice as big, but they are indeed the three big characters of 'Ji Chun Shan' that he wrote very clearly.

Seeing that Ji Chunshan hadn't understood what he meant, Ye Qinglan shook his head helplessly, and decided to say something serious and write down strong medicine, he said: "Xu'er's writing is better than yours."

"Ah, this, I don't know how to write with a brush." ​​Only then did Ji Chunshan understand that Ye Qinglan thought his handwriting was bad, but there was nothing he could do about it. He had never touched a brush in his previous life. Things, not to mention writing, when Yuanshen was young, he was forced by Ji's father to practice handwriting that he could read, but unfortunately he didn't inherit it at all, and he didn't practice at all. Next, being able to write clearly so that people can see it, he felt that he was already very remarkable.

Seeing that Ji Chunshan was not only not ashamed, but also a bit righteous, Ye Qinglan frowned, and immediately put on the posture of a strict teacher, he said: "If you don't know how to learn it! Handwriting is like a person, your handwriting is written like this, and others will read it." I won’t have a good impression of you either. From today on, learn your name first, I’ll write a few examples, and you can copy it.”

What Ye Qinglan said was not unreasonable, Ji Chunshan naturally listened to it, and he had always wanted to practice calligraphy, but he never had the time. Now that Ye Qinglan took the initiative to mention it, he was naturally omnipotent and even stood up. Following Wang Xiaoer's example, he bowed to Ye Qinglan and said with a smile, "Yes, sir."

Ye Qinglan ignored Ji Chunshan's mischief, he did as he said, got up to get a pen and paper, and quickly wrote the three neat lowercase characters of "Ji Chunshan", and then handed them over to Ji Chunshan, asking him to use the pen and paper first. The brush was soaked in water, and he copied it on the table. It was almost ready for practice. He saw it and thought it was okay, and then practiced on paper.

Shopkeeper Li and others were sent away, and the work of cleaning up the old house was entrusted to Zhao Da. Ji Chunshan happened to have nothing to do in the rest of the morning, so he immediately picked up a pen and stood in front of the table to practice calligraphy.

Ye Qinglan looked at the side for a while, couldn't help but stood beside Ji Chunshan, took his writing hand, and corrected: "Here, you want to close the pen like this, do you feel it? It's upward, not oblique."

"Oh." Ji Chunshan nodded after being taught, but in fact, he only felt the warm and soft touch of Ye Qinglan's hand on the back of his hand, so... "Ah, it's still not right, why don't you teach me again? "

As a teacher, Ye Qinglan is very conscientious and patient, especially when the students have no talent but are serious and hardworking, so he nodded with a smile and said, "Okay."

After speaking, he held Ji Chunshan's hand again. After he didn't want to hold it, he was about to write, but Ji Chunshan suddenly said: "It's too inconvenient for you to stand like this. You should change your position."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Ye Qinglan to react, he wrenched his hand out of Ye Qinglan's grasp, then took half a step back slightly, and pulled Ye Qinglan in front of him with the other hand, while wrapping his arm around Ye Qinglan's waist In the meantime, the hand holding the writing brush was put back into Ye Qinglan's raised hand, and his chin was brought close to Ye Qinglan's ear. Ji Chunshan laughed softly: "This is much more convenient."

"You—" The upper body of the two of them pressed against each other, and through several layers of clothing, Ye Qinglan could still feel Ji Chunshan's chest vibrating slightly when he laughed, and the heat from his ears even made his neck crimson. After a moment, he was strangled by Ji Chunshan's arm around his waist. Not only his upper body, but also his waist and hips were tightly attached to Ji Chunshan's thigh.

It's not the first time that the two are so close, but Ye Qinglan is still very embarrassed, especially at this time when it's sunny and daylight, Ji Ningxu can't tell when he will come back, if he sees the two of them like this, then what? Is good?

Thinking of this, Ye Qinglan immediately said in embarrassment: "Stop making trouble, let go of me!" Now he didn't care about teaching Ji Chunshan to practice calligraphy, and tried to break Ji Chunshan's arms around his waist with both hands.

Ye Qinglan wanted to run, but Ji Chunshan refused. He casually dropped the writing brush in his hand, retracted his arms, and wrapped them around Ye Qinglan's chest, with one arm on the top and the other on the bottom, he trapped Ye Qinglan firmly. In front of him, he lowered his head and opened his mouth to enclose Ye Qinglan's earlobe which was as red as coral.

A numbness, like sparks from a prairie fire, quickly spread from the ears to the whole body, as if all the strength in the whole body was drained immediately, Ye Qinglan trembled for a moment, and no longer had the strength to struggle, so she could only hang limply on Ji Chunshan's lap on the arm.

Noticing An Shun in his arms, Ji Chunshan stopped sucking on the tender earlobe, and laughed in a low voice with satisfaction: "That's good."

Just when Ji Chunshan was thinking about the rare opportunity and what to do, there was a sound of footsteps getting closer and closer in the yard.

It's over, this is the first sentence that popped into Ji Chunshan's mind. Sure enough, the next second, Ye Qinglan, who had been limp in his arms and let him do whatever he wanted, suddenly straightened up. He couldn't dodge in time, and was hit directly by the back of Ye Qinglan's head. to his own face.

"!" Ji Chunshan felt a sharp pain in his nose, he let go of his arm covering his nose and took a few steps back, and fell down on the edge of the kang.

When Ji Ningxu entered the room, he saw Ye Qinglan lowering his head and arranging the papers and pens on the square table. Ji Chunshan was sitting on the edge of the kang with his nose covered, and asked with concern: "Father, what's wrong with you?"

Sensing Ye Qinglan's stealthy glance, Ji Chunshan hurriedly said: "It's okay, I just bumped into it just now, it will be fine in a while, it's okay. Get hungry, dad will go and cook for you right away."

After speaking, he strode out of the room, and just stepped out of the threshold, he immediately frowned in pain, and crouched down on the ground.

……

After noon in the afternoon, Boss Jia was sitting in a donkey cart, followed by four donkey carts, and came to Ji's house again. Apart from the five drivers, there were several stacks on the cart, countless at a glance. There are so many baskets, and the baskets are lined with oil paper, which are naturally used to hold dried persimmons.

After chatting with Boss Jia for a few words, Ji Chunshan followed a few guys to help pack the dried persimmons. It took more than an hour to finally fill up [-] second-class dried persimmons and [-] first-class dried persimmons. He collected forty baskets, and then loaded the forty baskets onto five donkey carts.

Boss Jia had to go on his way, so he didn't stay long, left 27 taels of silver, and left.

With the silver in his hands, Ji Chunshan was finally at ease. After seeing off Boss Jia, he went back to the house and handed over the still warm silver to Ye Qinglan for safekeeping.