Jiang Xue still hasn't fallen

Zong San watched Weitzman leave with one foot deep and one foot shallow. He always felt that something was wrong. He turned his head to see the calm people in the room. After thinking about it, he moved his seat and sat on Jiang Xue’s left. On the side of the text, he asked in a low voice:

"Brother, what happened to the God Judge?"

Picking up the chopsticks to pick up a piece of pastry, Jiang Xue left the text to feed it with her own hands. Seeing Zong San swallow the food obediently, she felt a sense of satisfaction in her heart, and then said slowly:

"Maybe he was frustrated. After all, he seemed to want to give out red envelopes."

Xiaoye Zuowenwen raised his hand, and he put the red envelope that had just been put away on the table. He puffed out his cheeks and chewed wagashi in his mouth. After a while, he swallowed the pastry and said, "I I think this should be the only red envelope he gave out."

"It's so miserable..." Zong Sanzuo subconsciously read a sentence, paused for a second, realized that what he said just now was wrong, quickly closed his mouth, and said as if to make amends, "So, he prepared a Do you plan to send us a pile of red envelopes?"

He recalled the bag that Weitzman was carrying when he appeared just now. It looked bulging at the time, and he thought he had received too many red envelopes. Now it seems that it should be the red envelope received + the originally prepared red envelope.

"...If he wants to give out red envelopes so much, why don't you ask Hasebe to prepare it?" Jiang Xuezuo hesitated for a moment, then turned his gaze to Taro Taidao, "Mr. Taro, why don't you go and talk to Hasebe? "

The red eyeliner outlines the slender eyes, and the corners of his eyes are slightly raised. It is obviously an expression of abstinence and indifference, but it is tainted with a little charm. He only heard the doubts in Taro Tachi's tone, and asked lightly: "Oh ? That's fine."

Weitzman, who is still "closed" in the house here, doesn't know that the fusangshen in this pill decided to make troubles under Jiang Xue's suggestion. He silently counted the red envelopes he received one by one, and found that It just happened to be equal to the number of people in the pill, that is to say, all the fusangshen gave him red envelopes without exception.

With a long sigh, he folded all these red envelopes and put them into the cabinet. He pushed the door of the cabinet with his palm and was about to close the cabinet when there was a sudden pause. Weitzman opened his eyes slightly. The cabinet door was reopened, and the red envelopes were counted again one by one.

This number...isn't it right?Izumi Mamoru and Kunihiro won't give me red envelopes as promised?Are these two gods?

Weitzman held two red envelopes embroidered with the sword patterns of Izumi Mori and Kanesada, stared at the sword patterns for a few seconds, frowned and thought hard about where the two red envelopes came from.

Finally, he dug up a picture from the depths of his memory, it seems that when Kasen Kanesada stuffed the red envelope for me just now, the red envelope was quite thick... Could it be that three of them were stuffed into my hand?

He always felt something was wrong, so he turned his head and looked through the red envelopes of Kasen Kanesada again, and finally discovered the mystery - it turned out that the red envelopes of Kasen Kanesada were larger than others, but the banknotes contained in them were actually The same amount, the real reason why the thickness of the purchase at that time is different from others is because there are two more red envelopes in it...

Feeling that he was being tricked, Weizman twitched his mouth, gave up thinking about why he gave the red envelopes in this way, sighed a long time, put the red envelopes away again, and did not intend to spend the money , He rummaged through it in his mind, and decided to give the money to the lieutenant, and ask the lieutenant to help him speculate in individual stocks, which happened to be enough money to make money and subsidize the expenses of Honmaru.

After solving the problem of the whereabouts of the received red envelopes, Weitzman turned his head and looked at the red envelopes he had prepared, feeling that he could no longer deliver his heart, but being pampered as a junior, this feeling is also very good ah!

Thinking about it, he tilted his head and put the red envelopes back in the bag. He moved his ears and heard a knock on the door. Weitzman got up suspiciously and went to open the door, still not forgetting to put the bag on his hand.

"Hasebe, what's the matter?" Weitzman asked suspiciously, and glanced at the courtyard that was suddenly full of people. The courtyard, which was originally relatively large, looked abnormally crowded at this moment, and people gathered together. They were chattering, but they didn't know what they were discussing.

Hearing Yakiri Hasebe cough loudly twice, he looked around at the large group of people behind him, saw that they had gradually quieted down, nodded in satisfaction, turned his head to look at Weitzman, and asked earnestly and seriously:

"My lord, do you wish to give us red envelopes?"

Weitzman, who still wanted to ask "what happened", looked up and saw the serious look of Kakiri Hasebe, and always felt that he had to answer the other party properly, so he subconsciously straightened his back and stood up straight Straight, with a smile:

"Yeah, but I'm younger than you, so it doesn't seem to be in line with the etiquette between you to give you red envelopes during the New Year? But it doesn't matter, I am also very happy to receive red envelopes."

Hasebe paused, feeling that it was his fault, and coughed silently again, trying to make himself ignore the problem, turned around, took a step back, and then gave up his position to let Wei Ziman can face the many Fusangshen in the courtyard, and he said righteously:

"We have already known the wishes of the lord, and after a small meeting, we decided to accept the red envelope from you, the lord."

"Eh?" Weitzman, who didn't know what was going on, was startled, and looked blankly at Hasebe, beckoning him to give him a good explanation with his eyes.

"We used to judge according to age, so you are a child in front of us, lord," Yaki Hasebe said nonsense solemnly, "However, we just discussed it and feel that you, lord, are judges. God, this identity is beyond the level of age, it cannot be judged so simply."

Seeing Weizman's eyes widened in surprise, he felt greatly encouraged, increased his volume, and continued, "Besides, as a human being, the lord is already at the level of a grandfather at the age of 90." Yes, and as Fusangshen, we are infinitely old, no matter when we are, we belong to the young level. According to this level, it is a correct thing for the lord to give us red envelopes."

Seeing Hasebe's serious nonsense, Weitzman realized for the first time that his valet...was not a normal person either! ! !

Subconsciously stretching out his hand, he wanted to test whether the other party had a fever, otherwise he would not have said such strange words. Weitzman looked at the cut-cut Hasebe several times with the eyes of a patient, It wasn't until he felt embarrassed when he saw the other party that he withdrew his gaze, but the table turned upside down in his heart.

——This style is not your style, Hasebe, you want to open up a bit! ! !

Yaki Hasebe blinked his eyes, shifted his position furtively, trying to prevent himself from being under too much pressure from the examiner's eyes full of "Are you sick?", slightly Pursing his lips, feeling that the silence was too long, he slowly stretched out his hand, grasped Weitzman's wrist, and pulled it lightly, making him take a few steps forward, and said with a smile:

"My lord, if you want to give out red envelopes, I have already gathered everyone in this pill who are not grandparents. You can give out red envelopes as you like."

"No, what kind of standard do you see as grandparents..." Weitzman glanced, and found the figure of the Lion King in it with sharp eyes. His hands hanging by his side were a little trembling. asked.

——If I remember correctly, the Lion King is over 100 years old now, right?Is this age more than ten times my age?

——Do you really think he is from the grandfather generation?I think I will tremble when I give out red envelopes! ! !

"Ah, this..." Hasebe Hasebe paused, tilted his head in thought, looked a little cute, with bright lights in his eyes, showing an expression of anticipation of praise, and said, "I am The age of His Royal Highness Sanriyue is used as the dividing line, that is to say, those who are younger than His Highness Sanriyue, the youngest of the Santiao family, are not counted as grandparents."

--Are you serious?Didn't you come to trick me?

Seeing the serious look on Hasebe's face, Weizman silently swallowed the rant, twitched the corners of his mouth, showed a somewhat embarrassed smile, and said slowly, "Actually... I I feel that those who are over a thousand years old belong to the grandparents."

"Ah? But Fusangshen who is less than a thousand years old, we only have fifteen in this pill..." Kakiri Hasebe thought about it, stretched out his finger, and then patted himself on everyone in the courtyard Seeing that they were attracted by him, he said loudly, "Everyone, please use a thousand years as the dividing line. The left side is less than a thousand years old, and the right side is more than a thousand years old. Separate them into two sides!"

Visible to the naked eye, after a short period of time to digest the words, everyone moved their steps decisively. A large group of people moved towards the right, leaving only a dozen scattered people on the left, forming a sharp contrast with the large group of people on the right. Compared.

Hasebe shrugged his shoulders, turned his head and said helplessly to Weitzman, "So, that's it, my lord, do you still want to divide according to a thousand years?"

Looking at the short knives that accounted for a large part of the large group of people on the right, and looking at the group of fighting knives and sporadic special knives on the left, Weitzman once again felt a huge horizontal gap between him and the Fusangshen. He said tremblingly, "Just... that's it."

"But, master, didn't you prepare a lot of red envelopes? Don't you want to send them all out?" Yaki Hasebe didn't quite understand Weitzman's thoughts, and asked suspiciously.

Weitzman raised his head, patted Hasebe's head, and gave him a red envelope. Seeing him blushing and sprinkled cherry petals all over the veranda, he smiled, "It's okay, I will give it to you as pocket money. You, too."

As he said that, he jumped down from the veranda, ran to the fifteen people on the left, and gave red envelopes one by one. Every time he sent one, he would get a thank you. He felt healed instantly: Ah - the feeling of sending red envelopes is so happy!I like!

The people on the right watched helplessly as Weitzman touched the hair of the people on the left and handed out red envelopes. Suddenly, there was a sense of loss and a sense of "how can I live so long? If I live shorter, I can receive the red envelopes from the judge". sad.

But not long after they fell into grief, Weitzman finished distributing the red envelopes over there, and ran over in a daze. Everyone watched in a daze as he handed them one by one, and danced happily in their hearts. But Shang asked suspiciously: "My lord, we are regarded as grandparents in your heart, so you don't need to send us this red envelope?"

Weizman smiled brightly, touched Yingwan who asked the question, and said cheerfully, "Yes, yes, so this is pocket money for you! It's not a New Year's red envelope, it's pocket money!"

The word "pocket money" was specially emphasized. He looked at the fusangshen who received the red envelopes in front of him, and couldn't help smiling. He turned around and took out another red envelope, and put it in the only one that hadn't been sent yet. After getting the pocket money from the Lion King, he said seriously, "As for that... it's a gift bag for the Lion King."

"Gift pack for the elderly? I'm not that old..." The Lion King muttered, but his body received it very sincerely, and put it away properly. A pile of cherry petals fell on his head in an instant, almost He buried himself in the pile of flowers.

"If that's the case, everyone already has it, then I'll go and give out red envelopes to the Santiao family!" Weizman smiled, waved his hand, and left the courtyard where countless layers of cherry petals had been paved, and headed towards the Santiao courtyard. go.