On the third day of the vacation, Zhulan and the Queen dressed up as peasant women. To be honest, it was the first time for Zhulan to do farm work in the fields after so many years of traveling through time.
Zhulan was holding the rice bundle in her arms, feeling sad. Her delicate hands were already covered with cuts, and she felt as if they were not her own. Oh, and her waist was now thick!
Zhou Shuren also had a pale face, and the knife in his hand looked like it was about to cut his legs at any time, which made the guards and others terrified.
The emperor straightened up, took a handkerchief and wiped the sweat off his forehead, and said to Zhou Shuren with disdain, "You haven't done more than one-third of what I have done."
Zhou Shuren sat down. He had always wanted to support his wife, but unfortunately his heart was strong but his strength was not. He took the water bag and drank some water. Only then did he feel alive again. "I am a mental worker, mental labor!"
He is a good-for-nothing who sits in the office all year round. Oh, that’s not right. They are also good-for-nothings who sit in the office all year round. The emperor is older than him, so why doesn’t the emperor feel tired
The emperor pulled the corner of his mouth. It was rare for Zhou Shuren to not take off his mask. His thoughts were so straightforward on his face. "I have always paid attention to my health."
It means to exercise your body while combining work and rest.
Zhou Shuren, "...Oh."
He turned his head and looked at his daughter-in-law. She also walked around every day, but it seemed that she still didn't have enough strength to exercise. Now the fat old lady was sweating profusely.
Zhulan felt Zhou Shuren's gaze and was so angry that she wanted to scratch him. How could a guy who was even worse than her have the nerve to look at her? Her physical strength was still okay, she was just tired, and the feeling of tiredness was doubled after gaining weight.
Zhou Shuren mustered up all his willpower to work in a field with the emperor, then collapsed on the ground and could not move. He had already decided to pack his bags and go home today. This was not a place for self-cultivation, but a pure punishment for himself.
The prince was very well-informed. After comparing himself with Lord Zhou, he clicked his tongue and thought it was a good thing that his father was not in the palace!
Zhou family, today is Changyi's day off. Now the two big tigers in the family are not at home. Boss Zhou is just a paper tiger, and even his own son can't suppress him.
As soon as Mingyun goes to the academy, the two little monkeys Minghui and Mingjia will make a fuss.
Minghui had a face that looked like his grandmother's, and he knew how to use it. He blinked his big eyes pitifully and said, "Uncle, Mingjia and I want to go too."
Chang Yi was very impressed with his nephew Ming Hui. Why? Because he had been deceived by this boy before. "What if I don't bring it?"
Minghui blinked his eyes and said, "It's okay if you don't bring it. It's just that my uncle is back and I don't know what to say."
The fox uses the tiger's power to bully others and he is very good at it.
Chang Yi felt itchy and reached out his hand, then twisted Minghui's ear. The little brat really deserved a beating.
Minghui's eyes were filled with tears. "Uncle is not happy with grandma. I want to tell grandpa."
Chang Yi paused, staring at Minghui's face that was looking more and more like his mother. Tsk, this kid is so lucky! Any of the grandsons in the family who get into trouble will definitely be beaten, but Minghui is an exception. The eldest brother really doesn't dare to beat him and can't bring himself to do it.
Mingjia shrank his neck and rolled his eyes, "I, I will testify."
Chang Yi, “… . . . .”
My own child is growing up in the backyard under the sun, why is he so scheming!
Minghui learned well from his uncle, while Mingjia was sad because he had a terrible sister who forced him to do so.
In the end, the two little ones followed their uncle and Yudie to the stable as they wished, and the stable was a place specifically for selling foals.
Zhou Shuren and Zhulan didn't know that their grandson dared to confront Changyi at home, so the couple returned to the farm with trembling hands.
Zhulan went to the hot springs as soon as she came back, and when she came out she enjoyed Qingxue's massage, but it was like a pig slaughtering scene, "It hurts, it hurts."
Zhou Shuren, "I'll go home tomorrow."
I really can't accompany you anymore, it's killing me!
Zhulan agreed with tears in her eyes, "I will never go out with you in the future."
Zhou Shuren, "... ...We promised each other a love as deep as the sea!"
"Does my coming out to cultivate myself conflict with my deep love?"
Zhou Shuren, "How can you bear to leave me alone with endless work while you enjoy a hot spring bath alone?"
"I don't think we can continue this topic."
Zhou Shuren was the first to be massaged and he felt much better. He motioned for Jinyan and Qingxue to go out and said with a smile, "My wife, let me give you a massage."
Bamboo orchid, "... "
Then Zhulan missed Qingxue's techniques very much, and Zhou Shuren was getting bolder and bolder.
The horse farm in the capital has always been very busy, especially in autumn, when good horses are continuously transported into the capital. Chang Yi has already made an appointment and will take a few young ones directly to the foal farm.
When the children saw the foal, they rushed over. The children had different preferences. Mingjia liked chestnut horses, Minghui only liked white horses, and the only little girl liked black horses.
Chang Yi twitched his lips. What the kids liked were not what he had in mind. These kids had sharp eyes and chose only the top ponies. This meant that even though they were ponies, the money was still touching.
Chang Yi touched his purse and realized that he couldn't even afford any of the ponies he brought today. He really didn't want to buy a very good pony.
At this time, a voice came from behind, "Isn't this Lord Zhou from the Ministry of Rites?"
Chang Yi frowned when he heard the voice, because he knew the person who came. Because the Ministry of Rites cooperated with many departments for the prince's succession hall, the person who came was the sixth rank temple secretary of Guanglu Temple.
Chang Yi said: "Master Du."
Du Si also came with his children. He saw the Zhou family's children surrounding a few top-notch ponies and smiled, "Master Zhou really dotes on children."
Zhou Changyi said calmly: "It can't be called pampering."
Du Si added: "I have heard that the Zhou family is not short of money and has a good way of making money. I didn't expect that Lord Zhou's family background is so rich. He just spent three top-quality ponies. I admire you."
Chang Yi raised his eyebrows, "Master Du is jealous of me?"
She set traps for him everywhere, and even if she concealed it well, he could still sense the jealousy.
Was Du Si jealous? Yes, he was, especially when he saw what Zhou Changyi was wearing and accessorizing. He couldn't help but touch his purse. But he was surprised that Zhou Changyi asked him so casually, and he felt a little upset!