An Wu was so angry that he almost jumped up: "So you bought ten bolts of silk in a fit of anger?"

An Si didn't care about money so much.

The money he earned was naturally spent on brother Yu and his mother.

My mother has been suffering for so many years, so it is not too much to buy some silk and satin.He was just angry at his mother for being so confused and inappropriate.

How can you talk about things at home casually?

He waved his hand to An Wu, motioning him not to be angry, and then sternly said to Mother An: "Mother, let's forget it this time, but you must not talk about these things at home in the future."

After speaking, he turned around and was about to leave.

The old woman Kong suddenly entered the room: "Fourth young master, there is Mr. Zhuang at the door, and he wants to see you."

Mr. Zhuang is here?The An family brothers looked at each other, and An Si hurried out to meet him.

When we got to the front yard, we realized that it was not only Mr. Zhuang, but also Miss Zhuang and Tong Jingyuan.

Tong Jingyuan was holding a box in his hand, and said with a smile, "Zi Yan, these are all books carefully prepared for you by your husband, why don't you continue?"

He was talking to An Si, but his eyes were on An Wu.

An Si hurriedly bowed to Mr. Zhuang: "Thank you sir."

An Wu didn't want to talk to Tong Jingyuan, who was dishonest.I said I'm not joking anymore, but yesterday I was drinking, and I kept talking about love between men and women, which he didn't like.

But because of Mr. Zhuang's presence, he reluctantly stepped forward to take the box, and invited the three of them to the main room for tea.

After entering the main courtyard, Mother An, who was still crying just now, greeted her with a smile. She flattered and flattered Mr. Zhuang, and greeted Mr. Zhuang warmly. She also asked the old woman Kong to serve tea and snacks, and then pulled Miss Zhuang to talk..

The more Mother An saw Miss Zhuang, the more she liked her. As soon as she liked it, she forgot about Ji Yu's kindness. After chatting for a while, she couldn't help complaining about Ji Yu again.

With a smile on her face, Miss Zhuang tried her best to endure it, and when she finally couldn't take it anymore, she smiled and said, "Auntie, I'm going to talk to my new husband."

After speaking, without waiting for Mother An to respond, she withdrew her hand and left.

Mother An wanted to stop her, but when she heard that Mr. Zhuang was talking about the martial arts exam with his eldest son, she couldn't control Miss Zhuang immediately, and interjected: "My family's Cheng Si is going to take the Wenju exam..."

Miss Zhuang shook her head and walked out of the main courtyard, asking all the way to the East courtyard.

When the patriarch arrived, Ji Yu made tea, and before sending it to the main room, the patriarch left in a huff.

Seeing the An family's mother and son arguing again, he quickly retreated to the East courtyard.

It's better for him not to get involved in matters like An Family.

He went back to the house, grinding and writing the script.

He wrote so deeply that no one in the room knew it, until a surprised voice came: "Brother Yu, you actually wrote "A Chinese Ghost Story"?"

Ji Yu trembled in fright at the sound.

Where is the woman from?

As soon as he looked up, he saw Miss Zhuang staring at him dumbfounded.

Ji Yu quickly covered the manuscript, stood up and said, "Miss Zhuang is here?"

The surprise on Miss Zhuang's face dissipated, replaced by surprise, she grabbed his hand and said, "It's really you who wrote it!"

"You turned out to be a dandelion?"

Ji Yu: "..."

Miss Zhuang also watched "A Chinese Ghost Story"?

"No..." He still wanted to deny it, but Miss Zhuang pushed him on the chair, pulled a stool and sat on it, and said excitedly: "Don't deny it, I just saw the second one at Jingyuan's side.At that time, I felt the handwriting was familiar, but now that I read your handwriting, I know it is really you."

He raised his hand again and promised: "Don't be afraid, I won't say anything about it. It's too late for me to be happy! You don't know how much I like this script..."

Ji Yu listened to her talking about the script with horror, until she knew everything about it

After recounting the contents of the first volume, he once again looked very fond of Yan Chixia, and his high-hanging heart finally fell a little bit.

Just as Ji Yu was about to speak, she hurriedly said: "It's better not to talk, although I can't wait to know what's next, but I prefer this feeling of waiting..."

Ji Yu smiled: "Thank you."

He didn't know Miss Zhuang, and he didn't dare to let go of his heart. He just quietly listened to Miss Zhuang's love for "A Chinese Ghost Story", occasionally echoing a few words.

But Miss Zhuang seems to have endless things to say, not only "A Chinese Ghost Story", but also other scripts. When talking about those plots, her eyes are shining, as if she is yearning for the joyful love and hatred in the dialogue.

While talking excitedly, Sun Fulang came.

"Miss Zhuang, Mr. Zhuang is leaving, looking for you!"

Miss Zhuang sighed helplessly, took Ji Yu's hand and said, "Brother Yu, I will come to play with you tomorrow."

Ji Yu smiled, didn't say yes or no, got up and sent her out of the yard.

Seeing them holding hands, Miss Zhuang still looked reluctant to leave, and the people waiting in the front yard were all taken aback.

Why are the two of them so close?

Tong Jingyuan looked them up, down, left, and right.

What Mother An meant, he could guess without asking.

He is very shameless about Mother An's words and deeds. How could such an outstanding husband like his sister-in-law still despise her?

He wanted to remind his sister-in-law of Mother An's intentions, but he also thought that with Zi Yan's character, he would never listen to Mother An's words, and it would be bad for his sister-in-law.

Moreover, with Miss Zhuang's temperament, she wouldn't treat her husband-in-law like anything.

He dismissed the thought of reminding.

He knew Miss Zhuang like the back of his hand, but An Si didn't know as much as he did!

After sending off the Zhuang family's father and daughter, An Si held Ji Yu's hand tightly and asked nervously, "Brother Yu, Miss Zhuang didn't say anything nasty, did she?"

"How come?" Ji Yu took An Si's hand and walked back.

It's fine if you don't have one.An Si breathed a sigh of relief, Miss Zhuang was always arrogant, and he was worried that under the influence of his mother's one-sided words, Miss Zhuang would say something unpleasant to Brother Yu!

Seeing the smile on his face, An Si asked again: "What did you all say?"

Ji Yu was a little annoyed: "When she came in, I was writing a storybook, and then I let her know that I wrote "A Chinese Ghost Story"."

Although Miss Zhuang promised not to speak out, but this girl's family always has a close friend who accidentally tells the story, and then one turns to ten, ten turns into a hundred...

Ji Yu just wanted to make money quietly, and didn't want to be in the limelight.

Seeing that he seemed worried, An Si asked, "Are you afraid that she will speak out?"

Ji Yu nodded.

An Si smiled slightly, and comforted him: "Don't worry, she has been different from other girls since she was a child, and she doesn't like gossip and gossip the most."

Ji Yu looked up at An Si, he really wanted to say: know Miss Zhuang so well!It really is a childhood sweetheart.

But he would not say these harsh words in front of the fourth brother to affect the relationship between the husband and wife, and only asked: "Mr. Zhuang, is there something wrong?"

"Yeah!" An Si nodded, "Mister gave me some books."

Ji Yu came to his senses: "Fourth brother, are you planning to review the book?"

I said before that would take the martial arts exam, but it turned out that a month has passed, and there is no movement at all.

An Si smiled and nodded, then sighed softly.

It was fine in the countryside before, but when he moved back to the city, if he had no fame, he would still only be bullied.

But An Si's thinking is easier than doing, he is holding the book, Ji Yu has written ten manuscripts, and he hasn't read a page yet.

The densely packed words in the book made him feel dizzy when he saw them, and he couldn't bear to read them.

If you can't read boring books, just do something interesting.

He didn't care if Brother Yu was writing in earnest, he just gnawed on him as soon as he hugged him.

Ji Yu was so tender and gasping for breath.

After a night of spring night, the couple couldn't get up the next day.

"Fourth brother." Ji Yu pretended to push An Si: "Get up, I'm going to say hello to my mother."

"No." An Si hugged Ji Yu even tighter: "I'll go later."

"Let me give you a hug first..."

They were lying on the bed talking, when the old woman Kong's anxious voice suddenly came from the yard: "Fourth Young Master, Fourth Young Master, the patriarch is here again."

An Si opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling helplessly.

It's time to ask for money again.

But the old woman Kong said again: "The patriarch also brought a girl, saying that he would give it to the Fourth Young Master as a concubine..."

Now the husband and wife couldn't sleep anymore, so they got up quickly.

Seeing Ji Yu's pale face, An Si pressed him and said, "You wait here, I'll take care of this matter."

Then he went to the main courtyard with a cold face and aggression.

Before he entered the yard, he heard the patriarch say: "It's not that you said that the new husband is so bad. He has been married for almost three months and his stomach hasn't moved yet? I will think about Cheng Si and send him a girl.Is it not a good thing to have children for him?"

Then I heard Xiao Wu say: "Patriarch, my fourth brother just got married, and it's been less than three months, so it's not appropriate to give him a concubine?"

"What's inappropriate? Cheng Si is twenty years old this year, and he doesn't even have a son and a half daughter. Is he worthy of your father's spirit in heaven?"

An Si opened the curtain and walked in, glanced coldly at his anxious and helpless mother, and said coldly: "Patriarch, is there any movement in my husband's stomach, and it is my family's business to have children."

He didn't even look at the girl brought by the patriarch.

The patriarch stroked his beard and sneered: "Since you call me patriarch, I will settle down the family. Since it is the family, then I will take care of it. Since your new husband can't have children, he must either divorce him or take a concubine."How many children are born, or how many are adopted. Thinking back, didn’t your father do this? Your father didn’t take concubines, so he could have your mother and your brothers?”

An Wu retorted: "But my fourth brother just got married, isn't it too early to say that he won't be able to give birth? My father..."

He glanced at his mother who bowed her head in shame and resentment, and said again: "My father accepted my mother back then, seven years after he married Dafang."

The patriarch said angrily: "It was your mother who told me that the new husband would not be able to have a child because of his pregnancy mole, so I sent someone here. Now it's mine, isn't it?"

He wanted to reprimand An Si, but saw An Si slap the short table with his palm.

With that slap, the newly made new shorts suddenly shattered into slag with a "crash".