Chapter 548

So Mr. Zhuang didn't hurry to eat late food and asked the three children to return to the river with clothes and wooden pots.

The water in the river is very clear. Not only people wash clothes in the river, but also people wash vegetables in the river every day.

Mr. Zhuang took a thin stick and sat down directly by the river. He lit the big stones for washing clothes with the stick and said, "come on, take out your clothes."

As a poor scholar who has studied abroad for many years and a single male teacher who has been widowed for many years, Mr. Zhuang is very experienced in washing clothes.

These experiences are the accumulation of his life.

"Cross the water first and rub it on the slate. The sleeves and clothes should be scrubbed..." Mr. Zhuang knocked Bai Erlang and Bai Shanbao with a stick. "You two should be more careful. You just wash your clothes. It's not a war."

Bai Erlang and Bai Shanbao couldn't help slowing down. Seeing that they slowed down and softened their movements, Mr. Zhuang said, "don't just wash a set of clothes here, and the clothes on them are all wet. What else to wash? Learn from your elder martial sister. "

They look at man Bao.

Man Bao looked at them proudly.

Mr. Zhuang took a stick and knocked on the stone slab on the side of man Bao's body and said, "you can rub it in another place. You three are either climbing trees or squatting on the ground every day. It's dirty everywhere..."

Under the guidance of Mr. Zhuang, the three men finished their first laundry with difficulty, wrung the clothes dry and put them in a wooden basin. Then they all took a big breath and found a seat next to Mr. Zhuang.

Mr. Zhuang knocked the nearest Bai Erlang on the head, shook his head and said with a smile, "is it so tired to wash such a set of clothes?"

At this time, the sunset has set in the West. The last sunset stubbornly sticks to the horizon and refuses to disappear, but half of Yizhou city began to usher in night.

Maybe it's because people in the city are busy. Most people start eating late at this time. There is a faint smell of rice from people on both sides of the river. There are voices of adults calling their children home for dinner, and voices of adults yelling at or coaxing their children.

However, some people came out in a hurry with a basket of vegetables and squatted by the river for cleaning because they were busy.

The four masters and disciples didn't speak for a moment. They put the wooden basin at their feet and quietly watched the excitement on both sides of the Strait.

It was not until the last glow in the sky disappeared and everyone could only see the land under their feet that Mr. Zhuang led the three disciples back.

Mr. Zhuang said to Bai Shanbao, "in the future, you will be an official for the people of this side."

He also said to Bai Erlang and man Bao, "even if you don't become an official in the future, you can do things for this people."

The three disciples were a little confused. Mr. Zhuang walked back slowly with his hands on his back and said, "this is a crazy idea of being a teacher. You may not understand it now, but I hope you can understand it in the future."

As he was talking, he suddenly coughed. Mr. Zhuang was startled. In the dark, he narrowed his eyes and looked forward. Then he saw a man standing at his door.

The man stood in the shadow. He didn't see it just now.

Daji, who walked behind, whispered, "it's Mr. LAN."

With a word, LAN Cheng stood out from the shadow.

Mr. Zhuang was surprised, "why did Zhong Cheng come?"

LAN Chengdao: "I just knew that you had a ghost hunt here today. I'm a little worried, so come and have a look. Unexpectedly, you're not at home."

LAN Cheng asked, "you haven't eaten late, have you? I brought some wine and vegetables. "

After that, he glanced at the wooden basin held by the three disciples behind him, smiled and stepped aside.

Mr. Zhuang quickly invited him in with a smile and asked the three disciples to dry their clothes by themselves.

Zhou Silang was adding steamed rice. When he heard the news, he immediately ran out to report, "Mr. Zhuang, you're back. Mr. LAN came to see you."

Then he said, "the food in the restaurant has also been delivered. It's a little cold if you don't come back. I've warmed it up again. Will you and Mr. LAN eat alone or with us?"

Mr. Zhuang said with a smile, "send one to the study. I'll talk to Mr. LAN."

"Yes."

Zhou Silang nimbly went into the kitchen to share the food. Daji glanced at the three people who were honestly drying clothes in the yard, and also went into the kitchen to help Zhou Silang.

Zhou Silang smiled at him and gave him all the wine and vegetables brought by LAN Cheng.

Although he is brave, somehow he feels guilty and short of breath to Mr. Shangzhuang every time, so he can blame Daji for this kind of thing. He never does it himself.

Zhou Silang took another dish from the restaurant and put it on the tray. He filled it with rice and gave it to Daji.

Daji glanced at him and took it silently.

Zhou Silang just cleaned up their own food. While taking the food to the hall, he said to the three people in the yard, "isn't it just washing a set of clothes? I don't know. I thought you had washed all the clothes of the whole family for three days, but you didn't come back for so long. "

Man Bao dried his clothes and explained, "Sir said we didn't wash them clean, so we should wash them slowly."

"That's really slow. Come on, hurry in and have dinner. Who's the son of this meeting? I'm starving to death."

"There are still many families," Bai Shanbao said. "When we just came back, several families took out the dishes for cleaning."

"Can our family compare with others?" On Thursday, Lang said, "we don't work in the city. People are too busy to eat. What about us?"

"We are also busy," the three said in unison

"Yes, so busy, so busy, busy washing a set of clothes?"

Daji also came back. He sat down silently and took chopsticks. Zhou Silang moved his chopsticks first and sandwiched a piece of meat for man Bao. Then everyone began to eat.

Mr. LAN in the study listened to the excitement next door, raised his head and smiled at Mr. Zhuang: "you can get what you want after receiving such three disciples?"

Mr. Zhuang smiled at him.

LAN Cheng didn't speak for a long time. He poured himself and Mr. Zhuang a glass of wine and drank it all at once before saying, "you're still an idiot after all these years."

Mr. Zhuang took a sip from his glass and smiled at him.

LAN Cheng sighed, looked out, looked at the completely darkened sky and said, "aren't you afraid he can't be an official?"

Mr. Zhuang said carelessly, "I can't be an official. I have other uses. Haven't I taught many students these years? At least they have a skill. "

LAN Cheng knew that his obsession for many years could not be removed by his words, so he turned to the topic, "what's the matter with haunting? If the family hadn't talked about a strange case in the county government today at the time of evening food, I wouldn't know you were haunted. "

Mr. Zhuang laughed when he heard the speech and said happily, "the three children fooled around and scared the ghost."