In two days, Baozhu's family will move into a new house. Jiang Cheng also specially asked for leave and came back, accompanied by a dog-skin plaster.

"Your Zhangjiacun is quite nice. It is backed by green mountains and has a river in front of it. According to metaphysics, it is a geomantic treasure."

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, He Shoutang held a folding fan in his hand, looking elegant and graceful.

Follow Jiang Butt back to Jiangjiacun.

Looking at his coquettish appearance, the corners of Jiang Cheng's mouth kept twitching.

His outfit costs at least a dozen or twenty taels, for fear that others would not know that others are stupid and have a lot of money.

He rubbed his brows and couldn't help but pour cold water: "Backed by the green mountains and facing the river, it is indeed a geomantic treasure. If you die and be buried here, you will definitely bless your descendants!"

The smile on He Shoutang's face gradually solidified, and he put away the folding fan: "No wonder Brother Jiang, you don't like girls. It's obviously a lucky word, but why does it change in your mouth?"

“It’s a terrible sight, it’s really a terrible sight!”

Jiang Cheng smiled secretly and shook his head.

How could a son from a rich family understand the eagerness of poor families like them to see their children become successful!

Naturally, he is unwilling to let go of any opportunity to honor his ancestors.

"You don't understand!"

Jiang Cheng smiled and shook his head.

What’s not to understand about this?

He Shoutang smiled secretly and shook his head, a strange light flashed in his eyes.

The two of them walked to the door of their house chatting and laughing, and happened to meet Jiang Qiuniang and Hao Dahe coming back together.

Ever since Hao Dahe knew that Granny Hao had an affair with him and Mingzhu, he couldn't help but blush every time he saw Mingzhu.

His mother said that when the Jiang family moves into their new home, a matchmaker will come to their door.

"Why is my cousin back today?"

Hao Dahe looked surprised when he saw Jiang Cheng returning and couldn't help but look at He Shoutang beside him.

It's really He Shoutang's brocade and satin outfit that makes people unable to take their eyes away.

He was accompanied by a book boy who was waiting for him, so he was from a wealthy family.

He actually came to this remote country with Jiang Cheng.

It seems that studying can not only gain fame and fame, but also make people rich and famous.

He has always envied Jiang Cheng, who is a good scholar.

I knew from a young age that Jiang Cheng would become an official in the future.

My mother wanted to marry her sister to Jiang Cheng before, but Jiang Cheng rejected her.

For this reason, his mother often nags in his ear, saying that his aunt is ungrateful and doesn't remember to help her parents' family even after she gets rich.

He was still young at the time and didn't understand what it meant.

Ever since he became an apprentice and learned a lot, he understood the extravagant life of wealthy people.

Jiang Cheng nodded, with a decent, polite and distant smile on his face: "My wife from the main college has something to do, so I asked for leave and came back to see if I can help."

Does he help?

Hao Dahe looked at him in surprise.

When he was an apprentice in the county, he had many contacts with scholars. They were all aloof and with their eyes hanging above their heads. How could he offer to help with such menial work?

As if Jiang Cheng didn't see his surprised look, he was about to reach out and take the collapsed basket from Jiang Qiuniang's hand.

He Shoutang on the side had already said to the book boy beside him: "Why are you still standing there? Why don't you hurry up and help this lady carry the basket?"

The book boy immediately stepped forward and took the basket diligently.

Jiang Qiuniang looked embarrassed: "This...how can I be embarrassed? I am a guest from afar."

"Madam, I beg you quickly. Just give the basket to the slave, otherwise my young master will be angry."

The book boy didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He pulled the basket and asked Jiang Qiuniang to let go quickly.

"He's right. If he can't even carry a basket, he should be replaced by someone else."

He Shoutang unfolded the folding fan and posed it at a nice angle.

It's a pity that he has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his skin is even a little dark. No matter how you look at it, it seems that a martial artist pretends to be a scholar, which is very funny.

Jiang Cheng's mouth twitched and he rubbed his eyebrows.

I regretted taking him back to Jiangjiacun again: "Auntie, give it to him."

Jiang Qiuniang hesitated for a moment, then gave the basket to the bookboy.

Hao Dahe looked envious. He was a young master from a wealthy family. He didn't have to do anything by himself, he could just call on his servants.

"Hey, Xiaocheng, you didn't tell me in advance why you were coming back. Why are you standing at the door? Come in quickly!"

Granny Hao, who was going out to pour water, saw five people standing at the door and waved happily.
Chapter completed!