Although there are many families with the surname Zhuang in Yongning City, when it comes to Zhuang Mansion, it must be the one on Taikang Road, a serious scholarly family and a family of officials.

The local old people can't tell which master is sitting in the current yamen, but when it comes to the several high-ranking officials in the Zhuang Mansion, they are very knowledgeable, as they are known to all. The ancestors in the family have been officials for several generations, and the saying in the countryside can be traced back to the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty.

If someone at home wants to take the exam, he must start from the main entrance of Taikang Road Zhuang Mansion and circle around the wall to be considered as having a sense of confidence as a Bodhisattva's blessing. It can be seen that his status is so high.

In addition, the garden itself is magnificent enough to be praised by the locals. It is a large mansion with five entrances. The gate to the south is on Taikang Road, while the back door to the north spans two streets and goes directly to Jing'an Road.

Yongning is a place that is large, but the place is too biased, and it has always liked some unruly unruly people, and it is not very popular among the rulers. Therefore, there are many merchants and farmers, while there are few literati and officials. It is really rare to enter such a big house.

Therefore, the locals are very proud. Although it was already the Republic of China, people who came out of such a big house were ordinary miserables and maids, not to mention the master who had been a magistrate during the Xuantong period and worked in the Beiyang government.

Although he was the only one who was a great official, he couldn't show his terrible and majestic face inside. Just before six o'clock in the morning, Zhuang Shiqiao knocked on his daughter's door with guilt.

Uncle Zhuang, who was awakened, looked at the clock in the room, and was so angry that he pulled out his pillow and threw it out. "Dad, what are you doing so early?"

Then he realized that he had come too early. Zhuang Shiqiao thought about it, but opened the door and walked in.

"Liuliu, my dad thought about it. Yesterday was mine. Don't be angry with my dad. Didn't you say you wanted a new gold watch last time? Which one you want, you choose, dad buy it."

"I don't want it anymore. My father turned over the wrongful accusation and gently lifted it up. Only the state officials were allowed to set fire and not the people were allowed to light the lamp. Humph." Zhuang Shuyi rolled up a quilt and stared at his father angrily.

"You are also a middle school student, so why can't you use a word well? Is this word used like this?" Zhuang Shuyi smiled helplessly. "It's all my father's fault, okay. Then what do you think you want?"

"Give me whatever I want?" Zhuang Shuyi's eyes lit up.

"Give it, give it, give it. Give it to you whatever you want." Zhuang Shiqiao compromised. It would be impossible not to compromise. The girl was angry and the wife was angry. What could he do if he didn't compromise?

"I want a book." Zhuang Shuyi jumped up and jumped on one foot to find paper and pen on the desk to write a bibliography.

Later, Zhuang Shiqiao repeatedly advised him, "Don't jump, don't jump, what do you want to take, I'll help you get it, I'll help you get it. My little ancestor, don't do it randomly."

"Then my dad helps me get paper and pen." Uncle Zhuang sat back on the bed and waited.

At this time, although the imperial power was no longer popular, the patriarchal platform had not been destroyed.

When the father stands, his children seem disrespectful even if he sits, let alone such a dialogue. Therefore, the relationship between the father and daughter seems extraordinary intimacy.

However, Zhuang Shuyi was used to being spoiled. Her father had never been angry with her even if he wanted to establish his majesty. Every time he was still full of thunder.

If someone really wants to teach this little devil a lesson, he must first step over her, the father of the crazy devil who loves his daughter.

Zhuang Shuyi wrote a full piece of paper, one side was not enough, and even the reverse was full. Even so, she was still not satisfied. "One piece is too few, dad."

"It's not enough to be a book again, why are there English? "The   ne   at1antis"... "New Atlantis"? You girls, what's the use of reading such books?"

Zhuang Shiqiao sighed. Other people's daughter wanted perfume, makeup, new clothes and decorations, but his family's ones were books.

"Hmph, what's wrong with the girl? You can't study anymore? What's the use? Dad has been reading books for so many years? Dad, you have been studying abroad, so why are you still so pedantic! It's the Republic of China now, not the Qing Dynasty. Don't worry about the book, just say whether you give it to it or not?"

Zhuang Shuyi is really hurting the other party.

"Liuliu, no matter what era it is, men will not like girls who read too many books." Zhuang Shiqiao sighed, touched his little daughter's soft Wu, and felt a lot of emotion. "In the past fewer people talk about too much these days."

"If they don't like me, I won't like it. I don't like them anyway. Dad, I don't want to marry that kind of unreasonable reckless man." Zhuang Shuyi said with confidence.

Zhuang Shiqiao swallowed the following words back, and he never won the debate with his daughter in this matter. He thought for a moment and suggested, "I think the clothes that are popular recently are pretty good. Do you want to make them?"

"No. Anyway, my mother will do it for me. Dad, you are too perfunctory. I said I wanted books, but I just wanted books. Dad said nothing, so I ignored Dad." Zhuang Shuyi pouted, turned his head angrily, and refused to look at him.

My daughter said so. What else can Zhuang Shiqiao do? Of course, he had no choice but to agree.

"Okay, okay, okay. I buy it, I buy it, okay. Oh, my little girl, what if you read too many books and become a bookworm?"

When Zhuang Shuyi saw that he agreed, he immediately smiled happily. It was really June, and it became as fast as possible. She hugged her father affectionately. "That's not better. Daddy, you can't afford to raise your daughter, or you can't afford to raise a bug."

"Who said I can't afford to support you? I really can't do anything to you. Have you finished writing it? Let me show it." Zhuang Shiqiao glanced casually and saw some strange titles. "What books do you want?"

"I don't care. Dad, you promised me. Even if you don't have it now, you have to help me find it." Zhuang Shuyi smiled sly.

These books were accumulated on her daily basis. If it was easy to find them, she would buy them by herself, so how could she use her father's relationship? There are many travel notes and novels in it, and of course there are some strange categories.

"Okay, there's nothing I can do about you. Daddy can help you think of a solution. Then tell Daddy first, have Yangbo helped you find it?" Zhuang Shiqiao's idea was of course asking Yangbo to help him find it.

"Dad is really, if A Nian has a way to find you, I won't look for you." Zhuang Shuyi held his chin and looked at his frowning father. "It's not that I want it now. Dad, please look for it slowly. Don't worry."

At this time the bell in the room rang.

"Dad, you're going to be late." Then Zhuang Shuyi watched the other party fold the paper with the books and stuffed it into his pocket a few times, and hurried out.

Even though he was so hurrying, Zhuang Shiqiao still didn't forget to come back and remind her. "Liuliu, don't go to school these days, stay at home."

"Oh." Zhuang Shuyi agreed, but whether to do it or not is another matter. Anyway, she made up her mind to go on a walk on the street to live up to this good time of cool autumn.
Chapter completed!