When Shi Yi thinks about Xianyu, someone always comes to disturb her.

After hearing Kaiyang's words, Mi Laoer jumped out of his depressed mood and said disdainfully:

"Mom, don't listen to his bragging! Come on, how many shopkeepers of the Bai family can someone like him know? I'm afraid he knows them, but they don't know him? Ha!"

Everyone can brag!

Kaiyang scratched his head. He had a jade token, and the shopkeepers of the Bai family basically knew him. Even if they didn't know the person, they would recognize the token. However, many shopkeepers didn't recognize him himself.

However, since I follow my boss, I don’t use his jade token very often, and I only know... about thirty or so shopkeepers of the Bai family.

Of course, this includes the chief shopkeeper, the second shopkeeper, the third shopkeeper, the manager, etc. There is no need to divide them into different categories when talking to Mrs. Mi. It is correct to call them shopkeepers.

Mrs. Mi glared at her second son and said in a low voice:

"Don't talk nonsense. I believe Kaiyang. Kaiyang, pick a few shopkeepers you are familiar with and tell them to open your second brother's eyes."

There is nothing to hide, Kaiyang said:

"Oh, there are many shopkeepers in the Bai family, including Zhou Zhen, the shopkeeper of the Eastern Caravan, Wei Dong, the shopkeeper of the Northern Caravan, and the shopkeeper of the Southern Caravan..."

Kaiyang rattled off a bunch of names, many of which Mrs. Mi had never heard of.

Mi Lao Er was very upset: "You are just naming the dishes here, who knows if what you said is true, and what about you even if you know them?

He is the boss, why would he bother with a mere errand boy like you? What are you trying to show off for? "

Mi Lao Er, who was grumbling in dissatisfaction, received a warning glare from his mother.

I was so scared that I didn't dare to speak.

Mrs. Mi sneered, one hand on her waist, and the other pointing at her own rebellious son:

"Why don't you show me off something? Tell me, what can you show off that makes you look down on him?

Just tell me how you are not even a little bit better than others, and show it to me!

How dare you, a useless person, laugh at others?

Apart from eating everything up and failing at everything you do, is there anything else you can show off?

Is he better at picking up young ladies, or is he better at spending money?

Ah? You should talk to me carefully. What if I didn't see my son's strengths and buried your talent?

Tell me! What is it about you that I can take advantage of?"

The second young master of the Mi family, who was curled up into a ball with his head in his hands, was almost scolded by his mother as being autistic.

What bad luck! You have no vision at all!

I'm so proud of myself for finding a good son-in-law, but you pour cold water on me, either mocking me or making sarcastic remarks. What do you want to do?

If not you, who should I scold?!

I've already been caught doing something wrong and am waiting to be dealt with. My own affair hasn't been resolved yet, and you dare to ruin my good deeds while you're kneeling down!

Will he get any good results from that?

My good mood has been ruined by this brat, how can Mrs. Mi let him have it easy!

"Someone, bring me the Mi family's house rules."

Kaiyang: Moved here? Oh, I really did move here.

Two servants came carrying a "giant" set of house rules wrapped in a big red cloth.

Other people's family rules are at most a thin booklet. Having a hundred or so rules is already very exaggerated.

The Mi family's large and thick house rules are truly second to none.

The royal family's rules are probably not as strict as those of his Mi family. What is going on?

Kaiyang's eyes went from a casual glance to shock and stunned in just two breaths.

Mi Lao Er had a bad feeling in his heart, no way!

This antique is still here!

Mrs. Mi touched the red cloth of the family rules with her hand and said to Mi Lao Er in a sinister tone:

"Son, our family has so many rules but they can't control you. It shows that you have forgotten your roots!

Alas! I was wrong before. As the saying goes, a loving mother often spoils her child! It's all my fault.

Our Mi family ancestors had a lot of important things to do, and every head of the family would fill in a few family rules, but it was only during your father's generation that things were delayed."

That's because Mr. Mi was a playboy when he was young, so how could he have the nerve to add a single word to the family rules?

"Our family rules have been passed down to your generation for the ninth generation. No matter how carefully you preserve the paper, it will become too old.

It just so happens that you can't just sit there and accompany our ancestors in the ancestral hall, so you should copy the family rules. My son's handwriting must be written neatly, stroke by stroke.

Otherwise, if the younger generations see this and ask who copied the family rules, I’m afraid you’ll be embarrassed.”

Mi Lao Er: "Mom, I was wrong. Can I stop talking? Mom..."

His words were interrupted by his mother.

Mrs. Mi: "Bring a small table over for the second young master, and get the best writing brushes, inkstones, and paper from the study, so as not to delay my son's performance."

Mi Lao Er felt hopeless and knelt there obediently.

Mrs. Mi rolled her eyes and said, "You little bastard! I can't cure you."

"Except for eating and sleeping, you have to finish copying in the ancestral hall before you can come out. There cannot be a single wrong word in the family rules. If there is, you must rewrite this piece of paper for me.

Three meals a day are porridge and small dishes. To show that you are truly repentant, you must kneel down and write this house rule for me."

Mi Lao Er pouted and almost cried: "Mom, am I still your biological son?"

Mrs. Mi sighed and told the maid beside her: "Put a cushion under his knees."

Kaiyang: This motherly love really comes unexpectedly!

Mickey Mouse: Is the love between us as mother and son worth just a cushion?

Mrs. Mi narrowed her eyes and said, if you don’t want it, you can withdraw it!

Mi Laoer quickly moved the cushion under his knees, fearing that his mother would really take it away, and he would be the one to suffer.

After dealing with her own evil beast, Mrs. Mi felt much better.

It turns out that if you are angry, you have to let it out. You can't hold it in, otherwise you will easily get sick.

Mrs. Mi put on a kind face again when she looked at Kaiyang. It was really like two different people in the same room!

Mi Laoer glared at Kaiyang unconvincedly. It was this kid who stole his mother's love for him!

Humph! I will never let him off!

You want to marry my sister, boy? You can only dream about it!

Mi Lao Er was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

Poor guy, he doesn't know yet that he was carried back by Kaiyang. If he knew, he would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood on the spot.

Kaiyang people are in high spirits when happy events happen!

The wife he has been pursuing for almost a year is now about to fall into his arms. How can he not be happy!

When Kaiyang thought that the soft little girl would soon become his wife, his heart felt as sweet as honey, and a shy smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

Mrs. Mi felt relieved when she saw Kaiyang's genuine joy.

After all, I still want my daughter to find someone who loves her, and Kaiyang is a good fit.

Mi Laoer started the arduous task of copying the family rules, and no one stopped Kaiyang from seeing Mi Duoduo anymore.

When Mrs. Mi was handling the business of the shop, she always intentionally brought Mi Duoduo and Kaiyang with her to let them get started with her family's business.

It is also to let the shopkeepers of their own families get to know their future sons-in-law.