However, when Qiaoer comes in with rice porridge, it is not so important whether he is authentic or not.

After a night of rest, Yang Changfan was much more powerful. He happily supported himself. After looking around, he looked around and habitually searching for the clock but failed. He had to ask questions that he would ask countless times in the future: "What time is it?"

"It's almost noon." Qiaoer replied, and sat in front of the bed with the porridge.

This kind of sleeping method is common to master's student Yang Changfan, but it is a bit unreasonable in this era. It is a matter of being particularly unqualified and lazy. However, in our Yang family, everyone has become accustomed to the illogical routine of Yang Changfan, which is not logical, so no one can talk about him.

Although no one said that, there was always someone to serve him. My mother served him for sixteen or seventeen years, and half a year ago, she lost her job.

The wife gently dug a spoonful of white porridge and put it on her mouth to check the temperature before feeding her husband carefully.

Yang Changfan was a little embarrassed. He was a normal man. He was a little too much to serve him like this. He directly took the porcelain bowl: "I'll do it myself."

"You have broken a lot, and if it falls again, my mother will say it." Qiaoer looked at Yang Changfan with great concern.

Yang Changfan shook his head helplessly, letting everyone accept his normal self, it still takes time. After drinking the porridge in a few sips, he had to dress up. The guy immediately paid tribute to the prepared clothes. When Yang Changfan saw these clothes, he realized that it was really a bit troublesome to take care of himself.

They are all clothes for ordinary people, but they are simpler, but how to wear clothes is still a bit troublesome for modern people who are used to comfortable and convenient clothing. What's even more troublesome is the damn headscarf. Because everyone has long hair, they have to use a headscarf or hat to maintain the stability of their hair. Depending on their identity, wearing things on their heads is also very particular. Yang Changfan really takes some effort to wrap the simplest cloth headscarf in front of him.

Life is always more difficult than imagined. Yang Changfan’s first thing in his life - wearing his own clothes is already a great challenge. Such a dilemma of trying to take care of himself but not being able to take care of himself made Yang Changfan look frustrated and confused.

It's better to be upset. For her, it's already a miracle that her husband can know what frustration is. She didn't speak, and she packed her husband from head to toe in just one minute, which surprised Yang Changfan.

Qiaoer smiled and took the bronze mirror to take a look for her husband, and her expression seemed to be seeking credit.

"So that's it!" Yang Changfan exclaimed, then raised his hand and pulled off the headscarf from his head in a casual manner.

"Ah..." Qiaoer was stunned. She was the one who felt frustrated this time. Her expression changed to resentment and injustice - you actually thought I was not good-looking, wuwu.

But Yang Changfan looked in front of the mirror, looked at the headscarf and groped with the limited memory of his mentally retarded predecessor, and wrapped it up. In just a moment, he restored the original appearance of the headscarf. After comparing, he compared it and asked, "Is this right?"

Qiaoer was really surprised. Oh my god, he not only could speak the whole thing, but he also had the ability to learn!

"Yes?" Yang Changfan asked again.

"Honey, you are so awesome..." Qiaoer covered her mouth and was about to cry.

Yang Changfan felt very embarrassed. The last time he heard this was when he was four or five years old, he just learned to tie his shoelaces. A cousin from a distance gave him a thumbs up.

"Basically, there is one thing, listen to me..." Qiaoer gradually calmed down and explained to Yang Changfan.

After the talk, Yang Changfan made another reservation.

Perfect, a perfect farmer's headscarf!

Qiaoer was so happy that she was about to jump up: "My husband, you are so smart!"

"Are you scolding me?"

"No, no, it's definitely not. If you could have been a few years earlier... a few years earlier..." Qiaoer also fell into YY, "Not to mention the headscarf, you can get it even if you take the exam."

"What exam?"

“What else can it be?”

By the way, the damn imperial examination.

"I can't get the exam." Yang Changfan waved his hand. He could barely be called the exam master. He would pass every exam. The reason was that he knew what exam he could pass, what he couldn't pass, and would not take the exam. When it comes to the imperial examination that Qiaoer mentioned, he was very sure that he had no chance in this regard.

Qiaoer nodded helplessly, but she did not agree with Yang Changfan's idea. She just felt that she was too old and started too late, so she couldn't even be a child prodigy. Have you ever seen a child prodigy who was 20 years younger than 1.9 meters?

"Oh, right." Qiaoer suddenly covered her mouth, and just immersed in Baotou, forgot something, "My father asked me to ask you how you are in good health and can you eat together?"

"No problem." Yang Changfan nodded, "All rules, you have to teach me more. Your family gives in to me, but people outside don't care about this. It's not good if you owe a courtesy."

"It's okay, no one cares about you when you go out."

"ah?"

"..." Qiaoer thought for a while, then stuck out her tongue and said, "The whole Lihai Village, oh no... Who doesn't know you in the entire Shaoxing Mansion?"

Master Yang is well-known!

This is actually a good thing. No one competes with a mentally retarded person, so that Yang Changfan will not offend others because he does not understand the rules. On the contrary, every time he says a word or treats a courtesy, it is a great self-transcendence and will win applause from touching China.

There is still some time before lunch, Yang Changfan asked Qiaoer to go to the kitchen to help first, while he closed his eyes in the room to ponder, sort out his thoughts well, it is time to sort out-

Today, the 34th year of Jiajing, the ninth day of the second month.

This place is in Lixi Village, Kuaiji County, Shaoxing Prefecture, Zhejiang Province, and the Yang family's house.

It’s already clear who I am, but it doesn’t matter, what matters is who my dad is!

Yang Shouquan, a juren in the 17th year of Jiajing.

Oh my god, I didn’t realize that the old man has fame and fortune!

By the way, the old man passed the imperial examination 17 years ago. He was still very young and 25 years old! You can imagine how many gold and silver beauties came to his house in the glory that year. Originally, Lao Yang had no chance to marry a beautiful woman like Wu Linglong, but after he passed the imperial examination, he would be considered a good match.
Chapter completed!