A middle-aged scribe came out with a smile.

"Hou Enhou, if you don't come today, my father will really beat someone with a ruler."

Jia She smiled and said: "Cong'er, if you have a salary, please come and wish your uncle a happy new year."

Jia Cong and Qi Youlu both bowed.

"Master, have a prosperous New Year and everything goes well!"

The middle-aged scribe laughed heartily.

"Hou Enhou, your skill in beating snakes with a stick is still the same as before!"

Jia She burst out laughing.

"Brother Haoran, you can forget other skills, but you can never forget this one!"

Yang Haoran personally introduced Jia She and his party into the mansion.

Jia Cong felt that this mansion was huge, but it seemed that there were not many people living in it.

Slightly less popular.

Yang Ji is sitting around the fire in the Nuang Pavilion.

Seeing Jia She, father, son, Weng and son-in-law come in, they all smiled and said.

"Hou Enhou, you stinky boy just can't grow up!"

“I’ve never heard of anyone rescheduling their New Year greetings!”

"If I hadn't done it for Cong'er's sake, I wouldn't have let you in today!"

Jia She quickly took Jia Cong and Qi Youlu to pay Yang Ji New Year greetings.

Then he stood up and said with a smile: "Yesterday at that bastard Zhongshun's house, he and his eldest brother worked together to get him drunk."

"Afraid of being rude, I really can't go out."

Yang Jidao: "Yes, Cong'er go and talk to my little grandson."

Jia She asked: "Yang Yiming, the Xie Yuan of Shuntian Prefecture who was in the same class as Cong'er last year?"

Yang Ji held his long beard in his hand and said cheerfully: "That's him! He and your Cong'er are both in the north and south, both are Jieyuan!"

At this time, Yang Ji was completely like a kind grandfather showing off his grandson in front of guests.

Where can I find the majesty, calmness and seriousness in the court?

Jia Cong thought to himself, it doesn't matter if he meets Bei Jieyuan.

As long as you don't ask him to recite poems or write articles or write irrelevant topics.

Yang Haoran smiled and said: "Father, I will take Cong'er and the others there."

Yang Ji waved his hand.

Yang Haoran took Jia Cong and Qi Youlu to the flower hall next to them.

I saw a person squatting in the snow in the courtyard.

I am writing and writing under the tree.

Yang Haoran called out: "Yiming, don't forget it, the guests are here."

"Aren't you cold, squatting in the snow?"

Yang Yiming didn't even raise his head.

"Father, I'm not cold. I'll see you again after the calculation is over."

Jia Cong came over to take a look.

There is a poem written on the ground, and there are random numbers written all over it.

Apparently Yang Yiming had been squatting in the snow and calculating for a while.

"Looking at the seventh floor of the towering tower from afar."

"The red light is dotted and multiplied."

"A total of three hundred and eighty-one lights."

"How many lights are there on the top floor?"

After Jia Cong read this poem, he smiled slightly.
Chapter completed!