Chapter 1086： A relationship that can't be hit by 8 poles

Xu Jinfeng was stared inexplicably, and she was right, how could a second marriage still receive gift money, there is no such rule, otherwise everyone will stop working, get married today, divorce tomorrow, get married again the day after tomorrow, and then get married again. , married seven or eight times, and got rich.

Insert an app: a perfect reproduction of the old version of the book-chasing artifact, an app that can change the source--Mimi reading.

"Mom, the meat in the throat can't be eaten. Xiao Nan said that eating it is not good for people."

Xu Jinfeng also entered the kitchen, and seeing that her mother-in-law hadn't cleaned the chicken feet, she persuaded her.

"These are all meat, what's wrong? Xiaonan is a little girl who knows shit, and she will definitely eat it when it's cooked."

Zhang Manyue didn't listen at all. She ate it all her life, and she didn't poison her to death. The granddaughter said this because of the lack of meat here. This girl is more picky than the emperor.

"Xiao Nan knows a lot. She can recite a lot of Tang poems. Mom, what can you recite? You don't even know which goose and goose wrote it." Xu Jinfeng was not convinced. Her daughter was the best, and so did her mother-in-law. You can't say that the girl is not good.

Zhang Manyue was still a little guilty, but when she heard the goose goose, her waist immediately straightened, she chopped the kitchen knife on the chopping board, put her hands on her hips, and shouted in anger, "I don't know? Goose goose is written by Lao Liu. Yes, your sixth uncle can't work, he is very good at writing poetry!"

This thunderous voice was heard by everyone sitting in the living room. Principal Shou just took a sip of tea and spit it out with a dazed look on his face.

Is his memory deviated?

Maybe what people said was not the goose goose he thought.

"Mom, which goose are you talking about? Is it the goose with the red palm stripping Qingbo? This is written by a man named Wang. Why is it related to Uncle Six, Uncle Six will only write crooked poems to widows. ."

Xu Jinfeng muttered in a volume that everyone could hear, and Tang Shaozheng outside couldn't sit still, and coughed a few times, reminding the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law in the kitchen to pay attention to their words and deeds.

And how could this goose goose get involved with him? Although he is talented, he has not yet written a poem that has been handed down through the ages. His third sister-in-law also looks down on him too much.

Zhang Manyue in the kitchen also shouted: "I don't know which goose it is. Your father said that goose, goose, goose and goose were written by your sixth uncle. You quickly set the fire and steam the chicken."

Although Zhang Manyue said that her granddaughter knew a fart, when he chopped the chicken, he still cleaned up the meat on the neck of the chicken.

Outside the house, Tang Shaozheng stared at his third brother in amazement, and said angrily: "third brother, what are you talking about with third sister-in-law, I wrote this poem, I don't have the ability."

"Isn't it what you said, I said Li Bai wrote it in the first two years of playing chess, but you said it was written by you, so I'm just talking nonsense." Tang Baishan was unhappy.

"Nonsense, when did I say that..."

Tang Shaozheng's voice stopped abruptly, and he slapped his forehead angrily. He remembered it, but that was what he said casually when he was impatient. His stupid third brother actually took it seriously.

"Principal Shou, I was joking with my third brother."

Tang Shaozheng quickly explained that Principal Shou laughed until tears came out, this family is really funny.

Next to Tang Baishan, he continued to ask, "Lao Liu, who wrote it, didn't you?"

"King Luo Bin!" Tang Shaozheng said patiently.

"Who is King Luo Bin? What does it have to do with Li Bai?"

"A relationship that can't be fought by eight poles."

Tang Shaozheng was getting annoyed to death, his third brother knew Li Bai and wished he could put the three hundred capitals of Tang poetry on Li Bai's head, but his third brother would only know a song of geese, geese and hoes for lunch.