MTL - Great Tang Broom Star-Chapter 70 I'm not finished with you

  Chapter 70 My wife and you never end

  Zhao Xianhui pulled her daughter over and said in a low voice, "I told you to talk to Jia Pingan, what are you talking about with Yang Deli? He is short and ugly, not a good match."

  Aunt Wang blushed, "Mother..."

   "It's useless to call Aye!" Zhao Xianhui said with a cold face: "Mother just wants you to marry a good man, why don't you suffer like this with your mother? Why aren't you happy?"

   Aunt Wang felt uncomfortable, and several men over there also came over.

   "Professor Han Wei of the Imperial College met Jia Wenshu."

   Several people introduced themselves one after another, Jia Pingan was taken aback, "Dare to ask you..."

  Han Wei said with piercing eyes: "Jia Wenshu, did you annotate Mou Hefang Gai? A special came to ask for advice!"

Well!

   It turned out to be for this?

   Who leaked it?

  It must be Li Banxian.

  Li Banxian... Guozijian, this is going to the Guozijian to show off.

   Then these professors come to kick the hall?

  But if Jia Ping'an's arithmetic level is too high, will it arouse suspicion?

  If the truth is revealed...the risk is very high!

Thinking of this, Jia Pingan thought about it, cupped his hands and said: "My former husband likes arithmetic, so I learned it for a few years, and then I learned it by myself, and I got a little income. But if there is no Taishi Ling's guidance, how can I understand Mouhe Fanggai?" A certain one is just assisting, and Tai Shiling is the master of arithmetic."

  He did not hesitate to throw the blame on Mr. Xiangxue and Li Chunfeng who had been picking up girls in the water until they died.

  Everyone was stunned, Han Wei thought of Li Chunfeng's words and deeds at that time, and felt that this was wrong.

   No, it's not wrong, but Jia Ping'an is too modest.

   "Jia Wenshu, I sincerely ask for advice." Han Wei was moved.

  He has never seen such a humble person.

   It can be called high-spirited and bright.

hehe! I am not like this, am I waiting to be kicked out by you?

   Jia Ping'an looked serious, "This is exactly the case. Although a certain is young, he knows how to respect his teacher."

  Old Li refused to accept him as a disciple, but the teacher is different!

  The so-called teacher can be a teacher or a like-minded senior.

  Jia Ping'an wanted to put Li Banxian's brand first before talking about it. If others want to use ghosts and gods to deal with him, they have to weigh it.

   "Jia Wenshu!" Han Wei cupped his hands, as did several professors.

  In this era, the most important thing to be a teacher is not knowledge, but virtue.

   If your moral conduct is not good, no matter how educated you are, others will look down on you. No one wants to send their children to receive education under your school.

  This is to learn morality first by reading, and a lot of virtue is the scourge. And to make children virtuous, it is one thing for parents to set an example, and the teacher's teaching is also essential.

  So people with high morals in this era are the most respected.

   And Jia Pingan clearly independently produced Mouhe Fanggai's commentary, but because of Li Chunfeng's involvement, he humbly backed away. Such virtues... people can't help but be moved.

   "Jia Langjun is so righteous!" Han Wei bowed.

   Damn it!

   What are you trying to do?

   Are you trying to force me to discuss arithmetic with you?

   "Dare not dare."

   Jia Ping'an bowed in return.

   "Jia Langjun Gaoyi!"

   Two bows.

   Jia Ping'an returned the gift again.

   "Jia Langjun Gaoyi!"

  Three bows, relatives return the gift...

   Jia Pingan felt that the atmosphere was not right, so he was stunned, and the third bow could not continue.

  Han Wei and the others bowed and didn't see it. After standing upright, they nodded and said: "Jia Wenshu's virtues, I will respect them, and there will be a reason for them later."

   Jia Ping'an was confused, but it was hard to ask.

  Han Wei and the others bid farewell, Jia Pingan said goodbye to them, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief after returning.

   Finally sent away these plague gods.

   "Peace!"

  Zhao Xianhui had just witnessed the conversation between Jia Pingan, Han Wei and others, and couldn't help but feel overjoyed, feeling that this candidate for son-in-law really has a lot of friends.

   "Ahem." Jia Pingan cupped his hands, "I've seen Mrs. Zhao."

  Zhao Xianhui looked proud, "Those are your friends?"

   "They are all intellectuals." Jia Pingan smiled kindly, and then paced outside.

   Sure enough, Zhao Xianhui followed.

   "A certain pair of aunts doesn't have that kind of thought." If Yang Deli hadn't taken a fancy to Aunt Wang, Jia Pingan wouldn't have cared about it.

Zhao Xianhui was taken aback, "What's wrong with my aunt? She knows how to manage the house, is good at cooking and cleaning, and is also virtuous. In Chang'an City, I can't find a better little lady than my aunt with lanterns. What kind of eyes are you looking at?" ..."

  Jia Pingan pointed to his eyes, "Someone's eyes are very good, but you are not so good."

   "What do you mean?" Zhao Xianhui was confused.

   "Think about it yourself." Jia Pingan went home, Zhao Xianhui enlightened there, and then slowly entered the house.

  Wang Xueyou and Wang Dachui came back later and saw her in a daze, so they asked her.

   "Then Jia Ping'an didn't like Auntie." Zhao Xianhui's eyes turned red, "What else did he say? His eyes are good, but mine is not."

  Wang Xueyou sat on the steps and looked at the sky speechlessly.

   "Sir, tell me." Zhao Xianhui forced her husband to explain.

  Wang Xueyou was tangled and said: "You are a woman, why are you thinking about these things? Go cook!"

   "Why can't you think about it?" Zhao Xianhui was angry, "I'm thinking of my aunt! You don't even know how to help me as a father. Could it be that aunt wasn't born by you?"

  Wang Xueyou stood up, "Woman, I won't talk to you."

"Sledgehammer!" Zhao Xianhui grabbed his son, looked at his dark face, and said happily: "My son is so handsome, there will definitely be many young ladies who will look at you in the future. A man should strive for himself, mother does not worry about you , It's just that your sister is so beautiful, but Jia Ping'an doesn't like her, mother feels uncomfortable."

  Wang Dahammer looked at his sister who was also dark: "..."

  Mother! Is your definition of beauty and handsome in line with the mainstream?

   "Don't you know, your father was a hot commodity back then. There was a young woman who fell in love with your father, but later your father didn't like her, so she became a nun."

  Wang Xueyou came out from inside, frowned and said: "She was still young at that time, besides, she became a nun because there was no one at home."

  Zhao Xianhui looked at her husband, "Mr. Lang is handsome."

  Wang Xueyou touched his black face and felt that his life had new goals.

   Let the wife insist that she is handsome!

   "Then what does Jia Ping'an's words mean?"

  After a man is hit by a woman's tenderness, his heart is soft and his legs are soft, and he is prone to agree to some excessive things.

   But Wang Xueyou shook his head and went in again.

   "Tell me the sledgehammer!" Zhao Xianhui held on to his son.

  Wang Dahammer said angrily, "Aniang, do you really want to listen?"

   "Of course I want to listen!" Zhao Xianhui raised her head and said, "That young man is snarky, and when he becomes his mother-in-law, you see I will take care of him."

  Wang Dahammer glanced at his younger sister, "Aniang, Jia Ping'an is saying that you... are blind."

  In an instant, Zhao Xianhui jumped up, "How dare he say that?"

  Wang Dahammer took the opportunity to break free from her hand and slipped in.

  The more Zhao Xianhui thought about it, the more angry she became, and she shouted to the next door: "Jia Ping'an, I'm not finished with you."

  There is a tree on the opposite wall, and a head is slowly protruding from it, looking at this side with a naive expression.

   blah blah...

"ugly!"

  Zhao Xianhui looked at Ah Fu disdainfully, but there were more and more stars in his eyes.

  Cute thing! How many women can resist Ah Fu's cuteness?

   Chirp!

  Ah Fu felt that this woman was fierce and wanted to find her father.

   But the tree is very fun!

  What is that woman going to do?

   What did she go to get... gruel?

   "Ugly ghost, do you want to eat?" Zhao Xianhui came up on a stool, holding a bowl with some porridge in it.

   Chirp!

  I am proud Ah Fu.

but…

   blah blah blah...

  It smells so good!

  (end of this chapter)