The sword was finally sold to Xu Qian at a high price of 4 million, but Xu Qian couldn't take the sword away for the time being, and had to wait for the auction to end before going to the backstage to swipe the card to pick up the item.
There is another treasure to be auctioned at the back, which is a wrench finger, which is said to be the wrench finger worn by Dugu Yu, the founding emperor of the Luo Dynasty nine hundred years ago.
More than 60 years ago, archaeologists discovered the imperial tomb of Emperor Dugu, but found that the imperial tomb had been looted long ago, and there were very few treasures left in it.
And this finger was taken from Dugu Yu's coffin by the tomb robbers.
The funeral objects worn by a generation of emperors are ridiculously expensive. Everyone is scrambling to hold up placards, as if they can become kings and emperors by taking pictures of that object.
Song Ci tilted his head and whispered to Han Zhan, asking him: "This is an object of your ancestors, you don't want to take it?"
Han Zhan shook his head, his eyes were indifferent, and he said, "It's all external things, let them go."
The finger puller was finally auctioned off by an invisible rich man who spent 30 million yuan. And this thing was entrusted by the tomb robbers to Tailong Auction House for auction. Tailong Auction House can earn a lot of money only by taking a share.
After the auction, Song Ci sighed, "No wonder they said that Dongfang's family is rich. The money came faster than the wind blows."
Han Zhan shook his head and laughed, got up and said, "Let's go and get things."
The family of four sat downstairs for a while before going up to the third floor to collect their auction items.
The third floor is designed to be very concealed, and the trading area is designed as countless cubicles, each of which has a direct elevator to the underground garage, and two professional bodyguards to escort customers.
This is to prevent buyers from losing items in the auction house. But outside of this auction house, whether the item is kept or stolen has nothing to do with the auction house.
Song Ci and Han Zhan arrived on the third floor, registered, and under the guidance of the waiter, they walked around a winding corridor and stopped at the door of compartment 12.
"Mr. Han, Mrs. Han, your treasures are inside."
Han Zhan and Song Ci entered the room, swiped their cards, and then took away the brooch, pearl necklace, and a cold weapon that Han Zhan took.
They didn't take any valuables, and they didn't worry about being robbed. Thinking that Yan Qingxiu was still on the first floor, he didn't take the direct elevator to the garage and chose to return the same way.
A family of four came out of the cubicle, and happened to meet people from Kunlun Xu's family.
Xu Qian had already got the long black sword, which was very long, reaching about the height of his chin. He held the sword in his small body, which was quite out of harmony.
Seeing Han Zhan's family, Xu Qian took the initiative to stop and thanked them again. "Mr. Han, Mrs. Han, let you cut off your love."
Holding Han Jun in his arms, Han Zhan stared at the sword in Xu Qian's arms. He showed an attitude towards his peers and said to Xu Qian, "Actually, we are not interested in this sword. It was my daughter who immediately fell in love with it. My daughter It’s rare to come across something you like, and it’s rare to fall in love with it, that’s why you follow the auction.”
"But I think this sword is more suitable for young master Xu than our Junjun." Xu Qian is from the Xu family in Kunlun. He went out with his father to subdue demons and catch ghosts when he was young, and he needed a sword. .
Hearing what Han Zhan said, Xu Qian glanced at the little girl in his arms. Han Jun looked at the sword in Xu Qian's arms eagerly. She really liked that sword, and she couldn't bear to let Xu Qian take it away.
She didn't know what it meant to be presumptuous, so she just said what was on her mind. "I want to touch it." Han Jun thought, and was satisfied to be able to touch it.
Han Zhan immediately turned cold, and said to Han Jun with half warning and half reminder: "Junjun, don't be rude."
Han Jun didn't know where she was being rude, but she still closed her mouth, retracted her outstretched hand, and hugged Han Zhan's neck instead.
Xu Qian pondered for a moment, but raised his right hand and handed the sword to Han Zhan and Han Jun. He said to Han Jun, "Touch it for you."
Han Jun immediately slipped from Han Zhan's arms.
She was not as tall as the sword, and she hugged the sword carefully, but found that the scabbard was very cold, she shivered, but she was reluctant to let go.
Xu Qian told her: "This sword is very cold." It was as if it had just been taken out of the refrigerator.
Han Jun blinked, held the hilt of the sword with her small hand, and asked Xu Qian, "Can I have a look inside?" She wanted to see the blade inside.
Xu Qian frowned and said, "You can't, this sword can't be used at all."
Before Xu Qian finished speaking, he saw Han Jun holding the hilt of the sword, gritting his teeth and pulling it upwards with great effort! Immediately, a bloody light flashed, and a section of the black iron sword, which was as strange as blood, came out of its sheath!
Xu Qian's pupils shrank slightly.
Behind him, Han Zhan and Song Ci also looked at Han Jun in surprise.
Han Jun's strength is weak, and the sword will lose its strength even if it is pulled out. As soon as she let go of her little hand, the sword immediately hit the ground, about to hit Han Jun's little feet.
Xu Qian suddenly stretched out his hands to catch the sword. Holding the sword in his arms, Han Jun's expression was rather complicated.
Han Jun was baffled by Xu Qian.
Xu Qian held Jianshu in his arms, stared at Han Jun's slapped face for a moment, and suddenly asked her, "What's your name?"
Han Jun: "Junjun."
Han Zhan told Xu Qian, "She is my second daughter, named Han Jun."
Xu Qian took a deep look at Han Jun, then nodded to Han Zhan and the others and said, "Mr. Han, let me take my leave first."
Xu Qian was about to leave with his sword in his arms, Han Zhan said to his back: "Give my respects to your father, the family ancestral hall has been built, I wanted to invite your father to come to support the show, but your father is busy with business, so I won't bother him. "
Xu Qian paused slightly, turned slightly sideways, and asked, "When will the ancestral hall be opened?"
Han Zhan replied, "The twelfth day of the twelfth lunar month."
"I'll tell my father."
Xu Qian left with his attendants. Song Ci stared at the direction they were leaving, and said to Han Zhan, "How old is this little guy? It's interesting how he talks like an adult."
Han Zhan said: "Don't treat him like a child, this child is not ordinary."
Song Ci naturally knew that Xu Qian was unusual, but felt that an eight-year-old child was too mature, less childish and uncute.
"Let's go, go back to rest early, Wangwang's wedding is coming soon, I have to ask the warehouse manager tomorrow if we have all the dowry we prepared for her."
Before that, Han Wangwang had always been the little princess of the Han family, the proud daughter of heaven. It was not until Han Miao and Han Jun were born that the situation changed.
Although Han Zhan is only Han Wangwang's little cousin, he is no different from his real uncle. Han Wangwang was going to get married, so Han Zhan, as an uncle, naturally had to express something. The couple decided to prepare a generous dowry for Han Wangwang.
"Okay, let's go back."
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On the other side, Xu Qian got into the car with Gui Yijian in his arms, and the bodyguards looked sideways at him, as if they had something to say. He also knew that the young master was not a talkative person, seeing that he was also a little sleepy, so he endured it all the way.
Back at the hotel, Xu Qian walked into the room and saw his father Xu Yan.
On weekdays, when he went out to pick up jobs, Xu Yan always wore a cotton shirt and carried a mahogany sword, which made him look like a master with profound morality.
But at the moment, there was no outsider in the hotel, so Xu Yan returned to his original nature, wearing boxer shorts and a bathrobe wrapped outside. There was heating in the hotel, and he didn't wear the belt of his bathrobe, so he was sitting on the carpet at the end of the bed with the waist open, watching TV.
Hearing the sound of Xu Qian entering the room, Xu Yan asked without raising his head, "Did you get anything?"
Xu Qian hummed, then took off his thick coat, wore a knitted sweater, walked to the poor table and took a sip of hot tea.
He put down his teacup, looked back at the screen on the TV, and saw his father watching "ET" again, he couldn't help saying, "Aliens don't look like this."
Xu Yan rolled his eyes and asked his son, "Have you ever seen an alien? Tell me, what does an alien look like?"
Xu Qian remained silent.
Xu Yan said again: "Dad loved to watch this movie when I was a child, but your grandfather forbade me to watch it, saying that watching it would delay my study. Good guy, now that I'm in charge of the Xu family, your grandfather finally doesn't care about me. Why? , I still need to be disciplined by you?"
Xu Qian realized a truth when he heard his father's words. The child should not be suppressed too hard when he was young, otherwise he would rebound very hard when he grows up.
His father is a living example.
Xu Qian went to take a shower, and after the shower, he went to bed in his own pajamas with long sleeves and trousers. He lay obediently on the bed, turned off the light in the room, and heard Xu Yan say: "Turn on the light, watching TV with the light off hurts your eyes!"
Xu Qian: "Sleeping with the light on is easy to mature prematurely, you should think about your son anyway."
Xu Yan suspected that Xu Qian was lying to him, he said: "Who are you listening to, are you lying to me?"
Xu Qian said: "When I was young, I was afraid of the dark and wanted to turn on the light to sleep, that's what you told me."
Xu Yan: "Is there?"
Xu Qian was too lazy to talk to him.
Xu Yan didn't insist on turning on the light, but squinted his eyes, staring at the TV eagerly like a TV addict. Seeing the touching plot, I couldn't help but wiped my tears.
Hearing his father wiping his nose with paper, Xu Qian couldn't sleep, so he opened his eyes and said, "Father, the ancestral hall of the Han family has been completed, and the ancestral hall will be officially opened on the 12th day of the twelfth lunar month. meal."
After hearing this, Xu Yan asked without hesitation: "Do you have money?" Go if you have money, and don't go if you don't have money. The Kunlun Xu family is so snobbish.
Xu Qian was choked for a long time and did not speak.
After a long while, he said: "The second daughter of the Han family opened the Gui Yi sword today."
Xu Yan turned his head abruptly, stared at his sleeping son, and asked in surprise, "Are you serious?"
Xu Qian nodded.
Xu Yan fell silent and stopped talking.
Gui Yi Sword is actually the heirloom sword of the Xu family in Kunlun. It has spirituality and recognizes its master. Six hundred years ago, the founder of the Xu family in Kunlun made a rule before his death that if he met a woman who could successfully unsheath Gui Yi's sword, he would marry that woman to be the mistress of the Xu family.
The old ancestor never married in his whole life, because he never met such a woman until his death.
In fact, no one took seriously the rules established by Kaishan Patriarch before his death. Because in this world, the only person who has really used the Gui Yi Sword is the Patriarch Kai Shan.
Before his death, Kaishan Patriarch gave Gui Yijian to his only disciple, that is, the second Patriarch. But that Patriarch didn't get Gui Yijian's approval, he couldn't get Gui Yijian out of its sheath at all.
This is why the history books always mention that when the second-generation ancestor was mentioned, he would carry a sword on his back when he went out, but he never drew the sword. At that time, people still speculated that if the sword was out of the sheath, it would be bad luck.
But the truth is actually very simple, the non-second-generation patriarch doesn't draw his sword easily, in fact he can't draw his sword at all!
The second-generation Patriarch died unexpectedly while subduing demons in the Western Regions, and Gui Yijian's whereabouts also disappeared. Therefore, after six hundred years, the Xu family no longer took this rule seriously.
So when Xu Yan heard Xu Qian's words, his first reaction was surprise.
Seeing Xu Qian nodding his head, he immediately exclaimed: "Damn it! So, apart from our ancestors, there is really someone who can successfully pull out the Gui Yi sword!"
"Son, can you pull out this sword?" Xu Yan got up and held up the sword, handed it to the bed, and asked Xu Qian to perform live drawing for him.
"Boring." Xu Qian rolled his eyes helplessly, then sat up, took the sword, and pulled it out without much effort.
As soon as the blood-red slender sword body appeared, the air in the whole room seemed to become dry and thin.
There was something wicked about that sword, it seemed to suck the heat out of the air.
Xu Qian also noticed it, he closed the Gui Yi sword again, and then threw it to Xu Yan, saying, "Try yourself." Xu Qian believed that every head and heir of the Xu family could draw the Gui Yi sword.
Holding the pious heart, Xu Yan held the hilt of the sword with his right hand and pulled it outward.
Um
Nothing happened!
Xu Yan didn't believe in evil, so he tried again, but this time Nagui Yijian still didn't respond.
Xu Yan blushed.
Xu Qian also showed a strange expression. He looked at his father suspiciously, thinking that Xu Yan was playing tricks. Xu Qian couldn't help asking: "Father, are you teasing me on purpose?"
Xu Yan shook his head, his handsome uncle's face turned red, and he said very decadently: "This thing really recognizes people. He recognizes you, but he doesn't recognize me." After speaking, Xu Yan felt sore in his heart, and muttered: "I've never seen someone so blind, they all recognize their son, why don't they recognize Lao Tzu?"
Xu Qian felt that this matter was very evil.
He sat up, held Gui Yijian in his arms, and said thoughtfully: "The ancestor of Kaishan can open Gui Yi sword, but the second generation Patriarch can't. I can open Gui Yi sword, but my father can't"
Xu Yan expected his son to guess the truth about how Gui Yijian treats people differently. He asked curiously, "Then why do you think Gui Yijian treats people differently?"
Xu Qian touched the body of the sword with his fingers, and then he came to a conclusion solemnly, saying: "Maybe the condition for Gui Yijian to recognize the master is not the ability, but the character."
Xu Yan: "."
Is there anyone who beat around the bush and scolded his own father
Xu Qian reminded Xu Yan: "I remember going to Han's house for dinner on the twelfth day of the twelfth lunar month."
Xu Yan didn't recover, and muttered disgustedly: "Do you know how valuable my time is? I count money by the second!"
Xu Qian reminded him: "You must listen to the precepts from your ancestors. The Han family is your future in-laws." Xu Qian told his father: "Now you are showing off in front of your in-laws, but when it comes time to talk about marriage, you have to kneel down. Let him be his grandson."
Xu Yan twitched his lips, "You don't have to be ashamed to say this, little doll."
Xu Qian remained silent.
To be honest, he is only eight years old, he has not yet opened up about feelings, and has no other thoughts about Han Jun. He just thinks that the ancestor of Kaishan is a god and man, and he should listen to the ancestor's instructions.
Then, from now on, the second young lady of the Han family will be his child bride-in-law.
Seeing his son hastily set his lifelong affairs, Xu Yan said to himself that you are really a fan of the old ancestors. He couldn't help asking curiously: "Is the second young lady of the Han family good-looking?"
The appearance of Han Jun appeared in Xu Qian's mind, and said: "I forgot what she looks like, but she is very good at playing Rubik's Cube."
Hearing this, Xu Yan felt that the world was unfair.
Xu Qian doesn't even remember what the other girl looks like, but only remembers that the other party can play Rubik's Cube. But God favored him and gave him a daughter-in-law.
Xu Yan couldn't help but feel sad when he thought of the hard years when he pursued Xu Qian's mother.
Same root, same surname, different fate! -
It was getting colder and colder, and it was the twelfth lunar month in a blink of an eye.
When the twelfth lunar month came, the atmosphere in the Han family became beaming.
The news that Han Yueyun was going to marry his daughter had already spread, and it happened that Han Yueyun's transfer order came down, and he had to leave for the capital after the next year, where he was going to make a big splash.
Double happiness is coming, can the Han family not be lively
Han Wangwang and Jiang Zhen's wedding was scheduled on the sixth day of the twelfth lunar month, and Han Wangwang was considered a distant marriage, so the wedding banquet for marrying his daughter had to be held on the fifth day of the lunar month.
According to the custom of marrying daughters in Shunchen City, when the Han family married their daughters on the fifth day of the fifth day, they would start setting up a banquet on the night of the fourth day. On the morning of the fifth day of the lunar new year, the groom's wedding team has to arrive at the girl's home to pick up the bride, so that it can be considered as marrying a daughter.
Both Han Zhan and Song Ci had to give gifts, and the family arrived in Shunchen City early in the morning on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year to attend the wedding banquet. On this day, both Han Yueyun and Lin Jiao'e were dressed in a grand manner.
Han Yueyun put on a smoky gray three-piece suit tailored for him, with a vest shirt as the base and a firework on his chest. The light-colored suit hides his serious and iron-blooded side a bit, revealing some softness.
On the day of her daughter's wedding, no matter how strict and strict a father is, he will be reluctant to part with it.
Lin Jiao'e was wearing a light blue dress, with a pure white woolen coat over the skirt, and a red firework on her chest.
At the dinner party the night before, as a bride-to-be, Han Wangwang had to come out to meet the guests, and he had to serve tea to every distinguished guest who came to the wedding banquet.
After the tea is served, the guests will put something meaningful in the tea cups. A peanut from a child means that the bride will give birth to a baby early, and a flower means that the bride will always be as beautiful as a flower.
Most adults will put some inexpensive gifts, such as earrings bracelets or red envelopes.
After serving the tea, after waiting for more than ten minutes, Han Wangwang had to come out to take away the teacup. No matter what everyone puts in the teacup, as long as it has a good meaning, she will say thank you.
After receiving Song Ci's table, Han Wangwang saw a long gift box on top of Song Ci's cup, which contained exactly the pearl necklace that Song Ci had bought at an auction a few days ago.
In Han Zhan's cup, there were two gold bars.
Han Wangwang looked at those things, dumbfounded and moved. "Little cousin, little cousin, I love you!" Han Wangwang couldn't help crying before he got married.
Han Zhan heard Han Wangwang's choked voice, thinking that his daughter would also marry in the future, his heart ached, and his eyes turned red.
But soon Han Zhan recovered his emotions, and said to Han Wangwang: "Go and greet others, we are a family, you don't have to be polite."
"Um."
Song Ci stared at Han Wangwang's busy figure, and sighed: "Now I still clearly remember the first time I met Wangwang. She had dreadlocks all over her head, and she was wearing a nightclub hip-hop jacket. 'I'm rebellious'. In a blink of an eye, the little girl is married."
Han Zhan thought of something more interesting, laughed, and said, "You still regarded Wangwang as my flirtatious object, remember?"
Song Ci was blushed by Han Zhan, "Don't say it."
After the dinner, Han Zhan took Song Ci to visit Mr. Chen. After the old man had a stroke that year, he was healed by Mo Fengying from the Mo family. Now he is well maintained and his body is recovering well.
They stayed at the old man's house until nine o'clock before they went back to the hotel to rest. Early the next morning, Song Ci and Han Zhan got up early and went to Han Yueyun's house with the child in their arms.
Almost all the relatives have arrived and are having breakfast.
After breakfast, they didn't wait long before they received a call, saying that the wedding party had arrived in Shunchen City and was on their way to Han's house.
Hearing that the groom was coming, a group of relatives immediately got busy. Some were busy preparing benches to block the door, while others began to prepare props to make things difficult for Jiang Zhen.
Han Wangwang stayed in the room, wearing a go-out gauze, and when he heard the movement downstairs, he asked Song Ci, "Aunt Xiaobiao, if you said that they made things too difficult, and Jiang Zhen turned around and went back, wouldn't I be a successor?" A joke?"
Han Wangwang was nervous before marriage, and started to think wildly. At one moment, he felt that Jiang Zhen would regret the marriage, and at another moment, he felt that this was a dream.
Song Ci was amused by Han Wangwang's words, and she teased Han Wangwang: "If I really go back, then I will go to Wangdongcheng and beat him up, and then I will introduce you to a more handsome one! Look, how about our Mr. President , he's still single."
Han Wangwang quickly poohed twice, "Aunt Xiaobiao, just shut up."
Song Ci laughed softly when she saw that Han Wangwang was getting angry again.
She walked up to Han Wangwang and sat down, took Han Wangwang's hand, and told her: "It's normal to be nervous before marriage. Wangwang, Jiang Zhen is a good man, and you are also a good girl. You married because of love. Those couples who have simply married for a lifetime are much stronger."
"I know, from an innocent little girl to a married woman overnight, this is indeed something that people cannot adapt to. But as long as you think about it, you will be able to spend the rest of your life with the one you love the most. When people live together, these discomforts and tensions will disappear.”
Han Wangwang was convinced by Song Ci, she held Song Ci's hand instead, and said, "I am, but I am a little scared. It would be great if every couple was like you and your little cousin. But I also I'm afraid, I'm a lawyer, and couples come to us every day to file a divorce lawsuit. After understanding it, you will find that many couples who are now strongly demanding divorce were once lovers who swore each other vigorously. Look at Li Li and Su Beibei."
Song Ci nodded Han Wangwang's nose and said, "I'm thinking again! Beibei divorced Li Li because Aunt Li was in the way. After you married Jiang Zhen, you will be the mistress of the Jiang family. It's all up to you, what can happen?"
"You look like a lucky person. You can go smoothly in this life, with smooth relationships and smooth careers."
After listening to Song Ci's words, Han Wangwang felt relieved.
While the two were talking, they heard the sound of electronic firecrackers outside the door.
Nowadays, fireworks and firecrackers are banned in the whole country, and this government compound cannot take the lead in violating the regulations. Therefore, on big days like marriage, electronic firecrackers can only be used instead.
Han Wangwang subconsciously got up and went to the window, but Song Ci grabbed him. "You are a bride, so be reserved!"
Han Wangwang was wearing socks and cotton shoes at the moment, and the high heels were hidden by Song Ci, and Jiang Zhen had to find them later. She stomped the cotton shoes on the soles of her feet, and said impatiently: "I haven't seen him for several days, so I just glanced at him from the window."
"no!"
Song Ci grabbed Han Wangwang, and she said, "Let me take a look for you."
Song Ci went to the window and took a video with her mobile phone for Han Wangwang to watch. Han Wangwang watched the video and saw that Jiang Zhen and the best man group were blocked by relatives and friends outside the door to make things difficult, and he was blocked by other people, so he couldn't see clearly at all.
"Forget it, I won't watch it."
Han Wangwang put down his phone and quietly waited for Jiang Zhen to marry her.
Downstairs, Jiang Zhen and his best man were stopped outside.
There are five long benches blocking the gate of the Han family. They are old-fashioned solid wood benches. I don't know where they found them.
Han Yueyun's subordinates said to Jiang Zhen: "Xiao Jiang, the five benches in front of you are the checkpoints we set for you. Every time you pass a checkpoint, we will remove a bench."
"Hey, the customs clearance failed and the auspicious time to marry the bride was delayed, so don't blame me."
Jiang Zhen knew that it was not so easy to welcome the bride.
He glanced upstairs and saw that Han Wangwang's window was open, but he couldn't see anyone from Han Wangwang, so he lowered his head and said, "All right, Uncle Zhang, if you have any questions, feel free to ask them."
Uncle Zhang looked at his watch and said to Jiang Zhen, "What dinosaur has a sail on its back?"
Jiang Zhen: "?"
What
What the hell
Jiang Zhen had a miserable life when he was a child, and he couldn't even eat enough to eat. He never had the opportunity to read a book or cartoon about dinosaurs.
Later, when he grew up, he was busy starting a company to make money, and taking revenge, and he was completely uninterested in creatures like dinosaurs.
Therefore, hearing this very simple question for children, Jiang Zhen couldn't answer it.
The best man group behind Jiang Zhen was about to speak when he heard Uncle Zhang say, "Hey! I can't remind you. We won't remove this bench if we remind you."
Jiang Zhen directly conceded defeat and said, "Uncle Zhang, I really don't know about this, how about you give me some punishment and remove this bench?"
Seeing Jiang Zhen's sincere attitude, Uncle Zhang nodded in agreement.
A group of young boys watching the excitement stuck out their tongues and said to Jiang Zhen with a smile: "The bridegroom officer is so stupid! It's a Spinosaurus!"
Being ridiculed as 'stupid' by a group of brats, Jiang Zhen also blushed a little.
"Come on, have a glass of water." Uncle Zhang handed Jiang Zhen a glass of water that he had prepared earlier.
As soon as Jiang Zhen took the water glass, he smelled the sour smell in the glass. He took a sip and was immediately soured.
this thing
Jiang Zhen asked Uncle Zhang with a strange expression: "Uncle Zhang, this is... lemon juice?"
Uncle Zhang laughed, and readily admitted, "Yes, it takes six lemons to squeeze out such a glass of water. Xiao Jiang, you have to show sincerity if you want us to withdraw from the bench."
Jiang Zhen made enough mental preparations, then closed her eyes and poured down the glass of lemon juice.
Seeing him drink as soon as he said it, the groomsmen behind him all grinned, feeling their whole mouths were sour. Jiang Zhen put down his cup, frowning and wrinkling his nose.
He stood where he was, and it took him a while to come back to life. Jiang Zhen's mouth was already bitter, but he still had to say to Uncle Zhang and the others with a smile, "Uncle Zhang, please remove the bench."
Uncle Zhang said: "Xiao Jiang, treat girl Xi better in the future. If you let her suffer and let her down, her heart will be like the lemon juice you drink, sour."
Jiang Zhen understood what Uncle Zhang meant, and he promised: "Uncle Zhang, don't worry, from now on, I will eat the sour and bitter ones, and give her the sweet and fragrant ones."
A woman behind said with a smile: "The mouth is sweet."
Jiang Zhen said against his conscience: "It's lemon sweet."
Everyone: "."
Sweet hammer!
Uncle Zhang removed the bench and asked a second question.
"Second question, which three animals stack together the highest?"
Jiang Zhen: "."
What are these problems
Jiang Zhen thought for a while, then asked hesitantly, "Giraffe?"
Uncle Zhang: "Wrong!"
Jiang Zhen was not ashamed to ask: "What is the correct answer?"
Uncle Zhang: "Pigs, she-wolves, hornets!"
Jiang Zhen: "."
God fucking Everest!
"I surrender."
Uncle Zhang asked the aunt next to him to prepare the hair removal stickers in advance, and said to Jiang Zhen, "Put up the trouser legs!"
Jiang Zhen honestly lifted the trouser leg, and Uncle Zhang put the hair removal sticker on Jiang Zhen's leg, and then tore it mercilessly!
Jiang Zhen trembled again.
"The third question, where is the biggest body of your mother-in-law?" This is a trap, and many people tend to make mistakes.
Jiang Zhen answered quickly this time: "Big heart!"
Uncle Zhang glanced at him in surprise, and then snorted: "The brain is pretty good."
"The fourth question, where is your father-in-law the darkest!"
These two questions are connected together, and when you meet someone with a clumsy brain, you may open your mouth and answer: the heart is the darkest! But Jiang Zhen's mind is clear, he said without thinking: "The hair is the darkest!"
Standing behind the crowd, Han Yueyun touched his bluish-black hair subconsciously, and said in his heart that this hair dye is really good, and it looks very natural after dyeing.
"The fifth question, your mother-in-law and daughter-in-law fell into the water at the same time, who do you save?"
Jiang Zhen remained speechless.
He escaped the question of who would you save when your mother and your daughter-in-law fell into the water at the same time, but he did not escape the question of who would you save when your mother-in-law and your daughter-in-law fell into the water at the same time.
After Uncle Zhang asked, he looked at Jiang Zhen with some complacency.
No one can answer this question at all.
No matter how you answer, it's all wrong.
But after a few seconds of silence, Jiang Zhen said, "My wife."
Uncle Zhang squinted at him, and threatened meaningfully: "Boy, have you thought clearly? You said the wrong thing, be careful of being beaten."
Jiang Zhen showed a wise smile, and he said: "My father-in-law is in good health, he can fly a plane and dive, and my mother-in-law has no part in my rescue."
Uncle Zhang: "."
As expected of a businessman, this flattery is a good shot.
There is no second update, the title says one, because the content of marriage cannot be written in one chapter
(end of this chapter)