The Way of the Peasant Mother-in-law

The more Changzhi thought about his daughter-in-law, the more he wanted to stay at home. He didn't have to worry about anything and lived a leisurely life. He looked up at Ding Jue and pouted. If he was sick at home, his daughter-in-law would feed him porridge in person, and she would also be at home. Add sugar to white porridge instead of dry porridge!

Ding Jue realized that he was being disliked, and when he saw the adults drinking porridge with his head down, he felt that he felt wrong. He thought to himself, he didn't know how much the golden dolls were worth, but he knew that the adults were wearing good things!

Changzhi finished drinking the porridge and sighed, "It's tasteless and tasteless."

The more Ding Jue came into contact with the adults, the more he knew that the adults were pampered and grew up, and sometimes they were really willful, "Sir, can't you send these girls away?"

"I'll send it back after I've sent it, as long as it's useful not to keep it in front of this official."

Ding Jue packed the porridge bowl and gave it to the servant at the door. The servant who was close to the adult did not follow the adult into Chuanzhou City. He was now pretending to be the servant of the adult, and the guard was brought up by the guard.

Changzhi closed his eyes and pondered, drawing a map of Chuanzhou in his mind, feeling a little excited, he was really looking forward to it!

Zhoujiacun and Changzhong approached the autumn season, he did not continue to do the questions, but summed up all the questions, intending to focus on it.

Cheng Xiang sat on another desk and looked at the thick paper with admiration, "This is too much."

Chang Zhong didn't lift his head, "Not much, there is still unfinished work."

Cheng Xiang, "..."

This time, he has learned a lot, and at the same time, he is envious. These questions are hard to find.

Changzhong rubbed his neck after tidying up, "I have to watch it for a while, and you won't participate in this year's autumn festival, so you don't have to study with me."

Cheng Xiang flipped through the book in his hand, "Don't, you learn from you, I learn from mine, then again, your Zhou family has a huge collection of books, and there are a lot of handwritten books, and my father is still complacent about his study. Well, you should really let him see it."

Changzhong, "Do you think anyone can read the handwritten copy of the only one?"

There is indeed an open study room within the clan, and some book clan people can't read it.

Cheng Xiang, "So thick-skinned can take advantage of it."

Changzhong thought the prefect son was interesting, "You don't have to spend time with me, you should know that it's useless to befriend me."

His father would not accept Cheng Zhifu's refuge, and Zhouhou's residence did not need to take refuge, which would be a great benefit.

Cheng Xiang is also clear, "My father has given up."

His father didn't see the show, so he let him befriend Zhou Gongzi, at least a little bit of face.

Changzhong sat down to read the question, and when his father and others brought the question, he put it in the study carelessly, and Cheng Xiang didn't come over again, which made him very satisfied.

Cheng Xiang continued to read the book, but his mind was not on the book. He was also a well-rounded person. He was very happy in Heisei City. He was a little frustrated with Zhou Gongzi. Strong man!

A few days later, the women's college accepted Zoya's donation. In order to be more formal, Zhulan specially made a donation certificate. The certificate has the date and money for the donation, etc., and finally stamped the official seal of the college.

The donation ceremony was very formal. The King of Qin was present in person, Rong Enqing came as his deputy, and the third prince also followed when he got the news.

Zoya received the certificate with some excitement, which was a guarantee for her future life. Even if the government's mansion was raided, she would be able to keep herself.

Zoya had splashes in her eyes, and desperately held back: "Thank you, the little girl will continue to donate in the future."

She made up her mind that she would donate half of the money from her dowry every year in the future.

Zhulan, "On behalf of the academy, I thank you. This account will have its own account than silver coins. You are welcome to check it at any time."

Zoya shook her head, "The lady is of noble character. The little girl trusted the lady, and I will trouble the lady in the future."

Zhulan sighed in her heart that everyone will grow up, but some people just let the flow take its course, and some people need to pay the price.

The third prince under the stage glanced at Miss Zhuo, and his eyes were pondering. He thought that the Yongan government must not know.

The female officer took Zoya to visit the academy, and Zhulan stayed to talk to Rong Chuan, "Do you really want to be in the newspaper?"

Rong Chuan nodded, "Brother Huang's meaning."

Zhulan Xindao, the emperor really did not let go of every silver coin, "Who wrote the manuscript?"

Rong Enqing answered, "I will write."

Zhulan breathed a sigh of relief, and she would be better off not letting her go, "I'll leave it to you."

Rong Chuan had a smile in his eyes, and his mother's tone was relaxed, "Mother, I'm in charge of managing the banker and the accountant. I think half the number of men and women."

"How many people are you planning to book?"

Rong Chuan had a plan in his heart, "Four people in charge, two officers and two assistants, and ten accountants."

When Zhulan heard this, the woman needed six people, "I will choose a good person."

"Well, I've been working hard lately."

Zhulan didn't work hard at all, instead she was full of energy, "You're eating well and sleeping well now, you and Xuehan don't have to worry."

The third prince has been listening quietly without interjecting. Yu Guang glanced at Mrs. Zhou Hou. He did not come to the academy every day. He just wanted to observe Mrs. Zhou Hou up close. It turns out that women are no worse than men .

The third prince was originally very confused about his future wife, but now he has ideas and expectations for his wife.

In the imperial palace, in Zhou Shuren's eyes, the emperor was holding the emperor's eldest grandson. Even if the emperor's eldest grandson was pulling his beard, the emperor would be happy, as if he had a grandson who could do everything~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The emperor asked, "Would you like to hug him?"

Zhou Shuren didn't want to, what if one of them was not hugged and cried?

The emperor smiled, "If you want to hug, I won't give you a hug."

Zhou Shuren, "!!"

The prince raised his head, and then continued to correct the book, thinking in his heart, if the son is not inseparable from the crown prince, the father and the emperor have the intention to keep the son in the palace!

Zhou Shuren asked, "The emperor is in a good mood recently?"

The emperor touched the tip of his grandson's nose, and when he saw his little nose wrinkled, he was in a better mood, "Well, it's not going to be autumn soon."

Another sentence came, "I heard that the Ministry of Industry Anjia has money."

Zhou Shuren understood, "Changzhi sent the news back?"

"Well, he gave me an estimate of a sum of money."

Zhou Shuren, "..."

So Changzhi calculated in advance how much money he could get out of his house?

The emperor laughed, "This is only a small part of my happiness. I am happy to have discovered a new iron ore."

Zhou Shuren was excited, "Really?"

"Of course it's true."

Zhou Shuren went around in circles, the new iron ore, thinking that the emperor was hiding it tightly enough, yes, it is natural to hide such a big thing.

The prince was very calm, because he had already been happy.

The emperor said again: "But I am not going to mine. I still intend to exchange resources with other countries. As you said, some resources are renewable and some resources are used up."

Zhou Shuren's eyes were almost gone when he smiled, "Your Majesty Shengming."

The emperor held up his grandson and almost put his face on Zhou Shuren's face, "eldest grandson, this is your master, don't disappoint my grandfather's expectations."

Zhou Shuren's eyes widened, and then the little baby burst into tears, and tilted his head in disgust.

Zhou Shuren, "..."

No, he is not a bad old man, he is also handsome in modern times!