An Yi was startled and quickly smiled and said, "Whoever fights back and forth in the gate of hell will be different from before." She knew it was different, but she had tried to keep a low profile.

"That's true." This explanation is reasonable. Chen Zhishan didn't think too much and grinded the ink ingot: "I'll grind the ink for you, you can copy it faster."

An Yi didn't dare to refuse anymore, so she buried her head in copying books with his kindness. After finishing the ink, Chen Zhishan took out a paper bag from his arms and put it to her hand, and whispered: "Try the golden silk cake brought from Yongping Mansion."

Facing his anticipated eyes, An Yi couldn't help but feel Microsoft in her heart. She smiled and picked up a piece of cake and fed it into her mouth. The pastries were no longer fresh, but they made people feel particularly sweet when they were eaten. Perhaps it was the difference between intentional and unintentional. In her early years, she had eaten more expensive pastries than such exquisite ones, but she never felt this way.

Chen Zhishan's big black eyes were shiny: "Is it delicious?"

An Yi nodded with a smile: "It's delicious."

Chen Zhishan happily pushed the cake in front of her: "Then you eat more and I'll bring you next time."

Suddenly, I heard the sergeant Lao Zhang say to the heretic: "Miss An, County Magistrate An is here, my aunt asks you to go out."

An Yi hurriedly asked, "Do you know what's going on?"

The servant said, "It seems that it is the old acquaintance of Zhou's county magistrate, and the county magistrate comes to see him."

The Zhou Bashu was named King Kong, the one who almost died two days ago. Because he was seriously injured and was difficult to move, he needed to treat him at any time. So Wu Jing kept him in the front yard of the clinic for a while, but he didn't expect that he was An Baoliang's old acquaintance. An Yi walked to the front yard and saw An Baoliang standing under the corridor, staring at the raindrops dripping from the eaves in a daze, so she stepped forward and blessed her blessing and said softly: "Dad."

An Baoliang turned around and looked at An Yi silently. Seeing that the half-old dress she was wearing was short, but her hair was combed smoothly, her dress and shoes were clean and neatly, with ink traces on her hands, her expression was gentle and calm, and she was not as cramped as before, so she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and said gently: "I'll see your uncle in the Zhou family and see you by the way." He handed an umbrella: "It's raining, your mother asked me to bring you."

An Yi took the umbrella and another blessing: "Thank you, Dad."

My daughter used to be quarrel with herself, but now she doesn't quarrel with herself. She is always polite and considerate, but she feels farther away from her and more unfamiliar. She always owe her... An Baoliang's eyes flashed with a hint of pain, and she held back what she wanted to say, and waved her hand and said, "You go."

An Yi raised her head and said, "I didn't know that Zhou Ba was always an old friend of his father before. Since she was a cicada, she should pay tribute to him. What do you think?" From now on, as long as she can make friends, she will try her best to make friends with her. Maybe who among these people will be her help in the future.

An Baoliang was stunned and then smiled: "You said, I'm confused." He thought of it, but his daughter hated his friends the most in the past, because these friends either borrow money or come to him to drink, and those who borrow money never pay back, those who drink must be drunk, and the family will have to clean up for a long time when they get drunk. So whenever he has a guest, his daughter will never see him. Even if he doesn't make a noise, even if he is polite, who would have thought that An Yi would take the initiative to ask for his friend today?

This is really growing up and sensible! An Baoliang led An Yi forward with some joy: "You Uncle Zhou, you have seen it before. In the past, the dried rabbit meat you liked to eat the most was sent by him." Seeing An Yi listening with a smile, she had no impatient intention on her face. An Baoliang's mood improved a little and she said too much: "When the salary is paid in a few days, I will ask your mother to make you a dress, your dress is short..."

An Yi remembered that last night when Mrs. An discussed with Xue, who was going to marry, and who was owed the debt that the family owed could not be delayed. The baby with a nickname called Maomao was full of months. Even if he couldn't afford a full moon banquet, he had to save some money to hold a hundred-day banquet. Knowing that An Baoliang was painting a big cake for himself and could not make this dress, he smiled and said, "Thank you, Dad, this dress is very good. Make some bright-colored fabrics and add a side to the cuffs and skirt. It looks good and lengthens, so you won't waste money."

An Baoliang was stunned, stretched out his skinny big hand and silently touched An Yi's Yaji, and said softly: "My father and mother are incompetent and can't take care of you. You must do things well with Aunt Wu and learn more about the principles."

An Yi resisted the urge to turn her head away several times and replied gentlely: "Yes."

While he was speaking, he arrived outside the room where Zhou Jingang lived. A personal soldier had already reported it to him. Before An Baoliang could speak, Zhou Jingang's laughter was already heard inside: "Brother, I didn't expect that my brother would still see you alive."

"What are you saying? Haven't you heard that the disaster has lasted for thousands of years?" Seeing his friend, An Baoliang's black and thin face swept away his usual sorrow. His eyes shone out in his light, and pushed An Yi forward and said with a smile: "This is my eldest daughter. I heard that you are killing enemies for the country. I admire you very much. I specially asked me to bring her to see you."

"The niece has met Uncle Zhou, and Uncle Wanfu Jin'an." An Yi discovered that although this person is a brother to An Baoliang, he is actually very young. He is only over 20 years old and has thick eyebrows and big eyes. He looks like a generous person. He smiles and is very happy, and sighs with great pleasure. He is still dying two days ago and almost died. Now he is as loud as thunder.

"Okay! OK! I said, brother, my niece was born with a gentle and gentleman. She deserves to be from a scholarly family. My sister-in-law has good teachings." Zhou Jingang was wrapped in gauze and lay flat on the couch to wink at the blushing man Lu Zhi who was accompanying him.

Lu Zhi took the order and walked away. After a while, he walked over in embarrassment. He quietly handed something to Zhou Jingang to see with his back to An Yi and others. Zhou Jingang glared at him fiercely and turned to An Yi and smiled awkwardly: "The first time I met my niece, I had to give a gift to you. I just happened to not get along. Only this little thing I carried with me could barely take it out. Don't dislike my eldest niece. I will make up for it if I get the best in the future."

An Yi saw the thing in Lu Zhi's hand and couldn't help but smile. It turned out to be a slingshot, which was very well-made, made of excellent brass, and the handles were polished very smooth. The rubber band was unique, not just one, but multiple strands. In her early years, she often saw dandy boys in Beijing playing with it, and even used gold and silver as marbles. Unexpectedly, Zhou Jingang had such things in his hand.
Chapter completed!