MTL - I Am This Type of Woman-Chapter 19 Wayward Houye
"sister!"
Ban Heng all the way to the yard of the squad, interrupted the story of the female storyteller, took over the tea, and even after drinking a few mouthfuls: "I have already found out."
Ban Yi waved all the unrelated people to retreat, and took a lot of hands on the coffee table: "Who is this?"
"Zhong Pingbo's eldest son, Xie Zhongjin." Ban Heng drank a whole cup of tea, and then barely breathed. "It was the champion who was in the middle of the exam three years ago, but went to work in the field. Xie Qilin’s eyes broke one, he I transferred to Beijing and transferred to Beijing. I just arrived in Beijing yesterday."
"Sister, what do you want me to check him?" Ban Heng sat down in his chair and suddenly looked at the class with a skeptical look: "You don't want to see him grow well, then what?"
"Can you think of something normal in your mind," Ban said, and he was always ready to take a snack. "Your sister is in your heart, is that right?"
Ban Heng is awkward, isn't that what it is?
Banyan felt that he had some itching, and he almost shot it on Ban Heng’s silly face. However, she couldn't help it anymore. Seeing that he was sweating, he threw his handkerchief into his hand. "You said, how big is the rebellion of Zhongping Bofu?"
"Sister, do you think that you can rebel against the virtues of Zhongping Bofu?" Ban Heng squinted. "I know that you don't want to see this family, but this kind of scorpion is buckled on his head. It is a scorpion." insult."
"It seems that there is some truth in what you said," Ban said, peeling the seeds, throwing the shell and putting Ren in a small silver bowl. "There are so many men in black in the world, not necessarily him."
"Maybe people in other places raise their flags and rebel." Ban Heng suddenly paused. "Not quite right. How big is this, will the four parties be forced to rebel?"
"The new emperor succeeded to the throne, his position was unstable, and the people's resentment was boiling." Yin entered the yard and sat opposite the brother and sister. "Today, the Jiang family's world is not as stable as they think."
Today's emperor is extravagant and extravagant, and even indulges the Queen's family to sell officials, and the voices of dissatisfaction of the people have appeared. Only the officials of the DPRK have suppressed these rumors. But can it be pressed for a while, can it still be pressed for a lifetime?
"Mother, do you want us to tell the grandmother the dream of the sister?" Ban Heng touched his head. "In any case, our brains are not good, let the grandmother think about it?"
"No." The Yin family immediately objected. "This thing must not tell your grandmother."
“Why?” Ban Heng is puzzled. “What can't we solve, don't give it to the grandmother, and who else?”
"Your grandmother is not only your grandmother, but also the long princess of the Jiang family. She is old. If she let her know that the Jiang family will be overthrown, will you let her old people accept it?" Yin's is not good, " You usually go to your grandmother to ask for more, and spend more time with her old family. Other things are not something you should worry about."
Ban Hengyi nodded. "I remember." I poured the melon seeds in the silver bowl on my table into my mouth.
"Ban Heng!" The class saw that the melon seeds that they had peeled were gone. They almost did not put the plates with snacks on Ban Heng’s head. "You are a big man, and you still grab my melon seeds."
"I am your brother, not a big man," Ban Heng picked up from his chair. "How about peeling off a few melon seeds? Then I will give you a daughter-in-law who will peel me off."
"Hey! Beautiful, you," Ban said with both hands on his hips. "If I found you like a husband, I must smoke you every day."
"What kind of husband do you want to find, and peel off the seeds for you?" Ban Heng sighed and fled. "You are called a dream."
Yin’s look at the noise of the children, can’t help but shake his head and laugh, and there are people in the family who don’t need it. The two often make noises for this little thing. I really don’t know which one is the one who has nothing to look for.
On the street, Ban Huai was swaying outside with guards at any time. The bracelet was so good that he bought it for his wife. This watch looked beautiful and bought it for her daughter. These books were well written and I gave my son a few copies. Because he has been buying things for a long time, and he does not press the pressure, how much to give, do not bully the traders who do business, so the class Hou Hou in the big industry toward the luxury street, very much by the shopkeeper and the church Welcome, I really want him to come every day.
"Hou Ye, this glass enamel is the goods that have just arrived this year. Although it is not as fine as the palace, it has a bit of interest." The treasurer enthusiastically introduced Banxihuai to the Huaihuai. "After the night, Like a star on the ground, the son-in-law of your house will love it."
Ban Huai looked at the glass enamel, and the work was still excellent. He said: "How much?"
"Hou Ye, you are our old customer, who is the high price of the small, do not dare to ask you," the shopkeeper looked around, whispered, "others must be one thousand two, if it is you Yes, I will accept 688, two, and it will be a lucky one."
"Well, wait for you to arrange for someone to send me to the house," Ban Huai nodded and turned to see a picture of a mahjong on the wall. He remembered that his mother always liked calligraphy and painting, and said, "This picture How much does it cost to paint?"
"Hou Ye... This picture has already been set. Do you want to see something else?" The shopkeeper laughed. "Small people let people take pictures and let you pick them slowly."
"That's it." Ban Huai felt a little pity. This painting has a good meaning and it is suitable for the mother.
"If Hou Ye wants it, the younger generation will give this picture to you," a man walked in from the outside. "As long as Hou Ye does not disregard it."
Ban Huai looked back at the Qing Dynasty: "Rong Bo."
Rong Rongchao, a classmate of the late Qing Dynasty, turned his head and said to the church, "Put the painting well and give it to the class."
"How does this make it possible? Since this painting is favored by Rong Boye, how can I win people?" Although Ban Huai is older than the age, the grade is higher than the capacity, but it is not the person who is willing to take advantage of the junior. .
“Hou Ye is very polite,” Rong Rong once again performed a ceremony for the younger generation. “This painting can make you fancy, it is its fate. If you are not convinced, then you will look down on the younger generation.”
On the eloquence, ten classes of Huaihuai are not as good as half of them, so in the end, Ban Huai still took the picture down. Well, he still remembers that he couldn’t take advantage of it, so he decided to invite this young, talented, handsome younger generation to eat and go to the highest-priced Wangyue Building in Beijing.
Rong Rong not only did not dismiss him as a leisurely prince, but he was extremely respectful to him along the way. This made Ban Huai’s impression of him from a very young young grandfather to a very happy young man, and finally he was so sentimental to this kid too. For my appetite, my son is the point of slag.
The church in Wangyuelou was also very familiar with Ban Huai. When he saw him, he warmly greeted the two people to sit upstairs.
When Ban Huai went up the stairs, he said to the road leading the way, "I remember that your daughter-in-law is about to have a baby?"
"Back to Hou, my son has been born, but it is a gimmick." Don’t have much interest in the face of the church, "Let you ask."
"Taro is also good," Ban Huai touched in his pocket and handed out two peanut-sized silver gourds to the church. "This is for your family to press the pillow and bless her for a long life, no disease and no disaster. ”
"Hou, how dare you want to be a small..."
"It's okay, this is what I brought to the juniors," Ban Huai, a "my family has a million dollars, do not care", "take it."
"Thank you, Xie Houye!" Tang received two silver gourds, grateful.
Rong Rong looked at the exchanges between Ban Huai and Tang Hao, and his face was deeper. After the two sat down in the box, Rong Rong said, "Hou Ye is really good."
"It's not my heart," Ban Huai shook his head and drank his tea. "If I don't open this mouth, the girl may not be able to live."
For their nobles, it is not a big deal to raise a daughter, but for ordinary people, especially ordinary people who have a daughter but have a daughter, this daughter is superfluous. When he was busy playing in the countryside in his early years, he witnessed an old woman throwing her dead granddaughter under the bridge, just to let her suffer thousands of people to step on the masses, so that no daughter would dare to re-enter her home.
After the incident, he went back to scare him to a sickness, and he took a few antipsychiatics to ease it.
Rong Rong did not think that Ban Huai would say such a sentence, and stunned, "It is obvious that Hou Ye is still good."
Ban Huai waved his hand and did not want to talk about it again.
In a short while, the food was served on the table, Ban Huai did not drink a few mouthfuls of wine, the wine was so strong that he talked to Rong Rong and said some indiscriminate nonsense. What is rare is that Rong Rong can even pick up the words, it is worthy of praise. Rong Gongzi in the world.
"Zhongping Bofu's group of bastards, but also want to let the eldest son to the Ministry of Housing, he wants to be beautiful!" Ban Huai put the wine cellar on the table and put it on the table. "They bully my niece, I still want to happen when things don't happen." No way! No windows!"
Rong Rong remembered the rumors of the capital, Ban Houye was the most favored eldest daughter. After Zhong Pingbo’s second son ran away with the fireworks woman, Ban Houye immediately went to Zhongping Bofu to remarriage, and also confessed Zhonggong’s house, even Even the gates have changed. Later, after Xie Qilin came back, he also smashed countless black fights. Zhong Pingbo went to sue the royal servant and said that this was the work of Jing Tinghou’s family. Unfortunately, there was no evidence, and the emperor was eccentric and quiet. It is.
“The younger generation also feels that the parents are not suitable for the Ministry of Housing,” Cheng Anbo gave Ban Huai a full wine. “Where do you think he is better to work?”
"Any job of a fart, it is best to be at home!" Ban Huai drunkly snarled, "Let him hold him and go home to eat milk."
Although Ban Huai did not learn the skills of his military commanders to fight, but the ability of the monks has learned a lot.
