"A good thing for you and your wife!" Sister Lan said, and the man had bent down. Not only were the two tall balls on her chest pressed against Tang Que's back, but her mouth was also pressed against Tang Que's erhelix. "I just entered the wife's room to get the tea, and I saw the little clothes she changed. The little clothes...wet...wet enough to twist out the water. It was blue and white. She was always here with you before she returned to the room..." When Sister Lan said this, she paused and Tang Que felt a sudden pain in the erhelix. "Madam has long been happy with you. Since I have broken this layer of window paper today, my close-fitting girl will sooner or later... not yours...your person!" By the last few words, Sister Lan's voice was as light as a mosquito ant. If the two of them were not too close, Tang Que would not be able to hear it clearly.

Tang Que couldn't hear Sister Lan's emotions from his words, so he wanted to look back at her expression. Unexpectedly, Sister Lan reached out to hold her hand and refused to let him turn around.

Although Sister Lan, who stood up, her lips left Tang Que's earlobes, was tightly pressed against his upper body but did not retreat at all. Her hands were still pinching Tang Que's shoulders. There were still some differences in weight in front, and slowly she returned to her rhythm.

Such a change happened in just one afternoon, and it was really beyond Tang Que's expectations. Tang Zhang, the family, was worried about not having money to marry him. Such a thing happened here. The bizarre world is really unspeakable.

I thought a lot, but I never thought clearly. Tang Quesuo was lazy and thought about it again, leaning behind his body with his eyes closed and enjoying Lan Jie'er's careful massage.

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The change in the relationship with the Poison Widow did not bring any more changes to Tang Que's economy. Not to mention that he had not had a substantial relationship with these two women, even with this relationship, he did not think about taking over the money of the Poison Widow. To be honest, although the family he grew up in later generations was not rich, he was more than enough to be well-off, and even later his income was not low. Compared with the material richness at that time, although he was poor now, the wealth of a country rich man like Poison Widow was not taken seriously. Moreover, whether in later generations or in this life, Tang Que never thought of being a slutty little man.

For Tang Que, a man with a tough personality, when he is currently in poverty, just thinking about the three words "small" of his self-esteem seems to be a kind of harm to his self-esteem. Compared to the relaxed social atmosphere in later generations, in this society where men are superior to women, once he really does such a move, he will not say that he will not want to raise his head in front of others, and his family will definitely be ridiculed by others.

Even if you put aside the man's self-esteem, it is not worth the effort to do so.

Since he was like this, the Poison Widow also wanted to go with the flow. The strength towards men formed over the years is not changeable day by day. After the instant passion, the Poison Widow, who is already thirty years old, will naturally think of many things, age gap and reputation as a husband above her head. If Lancao and Tang Que are difficult, the possibility of her marrying into the Tang family is almost zero. Without a certain status, the Poison Widow must consider her future. Without a husband, the only thing she can rely on is this family business.

Under such tacit understanding, both sides only talk about love and not money. Tang Que is still the accountant who takes the money. The only difference is that his daily wages have increased by fifty cents by the poisonous widow.

Because of the string of peach wood stakes on the waist of the Du Widow, the two of them could not be really enchanted. Even if the wife was like this, Lancao naturally did not dare to take the lead. Therefore, Tang Que's subsequent days in the farm were actually not much different from those before. However, since that day, the Du Widow completely relaxed her restraint on Lancao, rubbed water and body, pinched her shoulders and rubbed her back. Now Tang Que's affairs are all handled by Sister Lan. Occao occasionally, if it is inconvenient for Sister Lan, the Du Widow will be personally involved.

Such erotic days did not end until he finished his account and left the poisonous widow's farm.

The busy days passed quickly. After completing the account for the Poison Widow, Tang Que slowly passed the most depressing period in his studies. After learning the poems and essays in "Wenxuan" in two volumes, Master Yan guided him to study "The Justice of the Five Classics".

Therefore, Tang Que officially entered the threshold of Mingjing Science and Technology.

There is nothing difficult in the world, I am afraid of those who are interested. Although this sentence is not absolute, it is suitable for Tang Que to practice calligraphy. After nearly half a year of careful practice, although his handwriting is not good, he can finally write a small regular script that people can recognize clearly. In the process of continuous recitation and practice, Tang Que is becoming increasingly familiar with the identification and writing of traditional Chinese characters. Now, as long as it is not too rare ancient characters, the commonly used traditional Chinese characters can be picked up at will without any obstacles.

The scenery of the north is thousands of miles of ice and snow is falling. Although Shannan East Road is located in the remnant of the Qinling Mountains and is the fullest part of central China, because the mountains are so cold, it is also a scene of the north being frozen in the deep winter of December.

In the village school, Tang Que, who was wearing cloth shoes, opened the door of Master Yan's study, and suddenly felt a chill coming to his face, which made him shudder.

"Teacher, I'm leaving." After turning around, Tang Que, who had a book cloth bag, put the ear-padded hat on his head. This hat with a pointed top was originally a Hu clothing. It became popular after it was introduced to the Central Plains. Because the hat was decorated with ear protection on both sides, it was the most suitable for use in cold weather. The best ear-padded hats were sewn with lamb skins. Tang Que's family was poor, and Tang Zhang could only find the dog skins to sew them according to the same way. Although they were not good-looking, they were still warm.

It was the biggest snow since winter outside the door, and the snowflakes like goose feathers were rising between the sky and the earth, which was very beautiful. Such heavy snow was really rare in later generations who suffered from global warming.

The snowflakes were falling in front of him, and the mountains were covered with crystal clear. Tang Que had been holding it in the study for a long time. He listened to Master Yan's lecture and was dizzy. At this moment, he saw such a beautiful scene. Although he was shivering, his mind was wide open. He brought his back to the door of the study and ran out. Because of the childlike innocence caused by this good snow, his running route was very irregular. He deliberately left a string of crooked footprints on the snow, and occasionally turned around to take a closer look at his masterpiece.

In the study, Master Yan looked at Tang Que who was gradually moving away through the slightly opened window. Seeing his childish movements, Master Yan, with gray temples, couldn't help but touch the long beard on his jaw and smiled silently.

When I first saw Tang Que in the village school, it was the midsummer with the willows and orioles singing. In a blink of an eye, it was the cold winter with the auspicious snow. Time passed so quickly!

The old man is always the most sensitive to the passage of time, let alone a literati like Master Yan who is most suitable for the sorrow of spring and autumn? Thinking of this, his heart inevitably felt a little sad. Only when he thought of Tang Que's studies, this sadness was diluted.

Mr. Yan couldn't remember how many disciples he had taught for decades, from county to state, how many disciples he had learned were, but what he didn't expect was that the most proud disciple in his life would have met in such a remote little place at this age.

From "The Book of Tuyuan" to "Thousand Characters of Wenxuan", to the two volumes of "Poetry" and "Fu" in "Wenxuan", to the "Analects of Confucius" that are now beginning to study, Tang Que, a disciple, completed the coursework that other children took three years to complete in half a year. This progress really surprised Master Yan, who has been famous for his intelligence since childhood.

But what satisfied Mr. Yan the most was not intelligence, but Tang Que's down-to-earth diligence. He taught for decades and was very smart but not good at childhood. However, not many people could work as hard as Tang Que in their studies. There are roads and diligence in the mountains of books. For scholars, this is the foundation for academic advancement.

It is this diligence and intelligence that dispelled Master Yan's concern that Tang Que had too late. As long as he could maintain such a school attitude, he would not worry about not being able to recover the time he had been delayed before. Thinking of what Tang Que said when he first entered the village to study, Master Yan vaguely felt that the scheduled admonition was very likely to be realized by this disciple in front of him.

When Zhou Chu of the Jin Dynasty joined the disciples of the Eastern Wu Erlu, he was no younger than Tang Que, and he eventually became a famous minister?

Thinking of this, Old Master Yan, who was watching Tang Que leave, showed a sincere smile of relief on his face, but this smile did not last long and turned into a long sigh.
Chapter completed!