Jia Cong, the God of Dancing Through the Red Mansion

Bian fixed the date of the contract, which was the most recent day after the concubine's filial piety.

Calculating that there is still more than half a year left, I thought I would have plenty of time and didn't take it to heart, but this wave of trivial matters seemed to have popped out of nowhere, and I couldn't finish it no matter what I did.

"Father, I just measured the size yesterday, why do I need to measure it again today?" Brother Cong looked at the crowds of people standing in the yard, and only wanted to have a magic skill to escape right now, It’s really impossible, it’s really not possible, let him pretend to be dizzy/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~

Master Xi didn't understand his son's feeling of crying to death at all, "How can it be the same, those few who were good at summer clothes yesterday, but now they want to make spring and autumn clothes." He shook his head and sighed while talking : "It's a pity that we don't have any good winter clothes in our house, and I'm really worried about finding a father from outside."

"There are so many people who only make this season's clothes, how much do you always make?" Hearing what his father said, Brother Cong was really dumbfounded.

Gazing at his unknown son, Jia Amnesty couldn't help gnashing his teeth, "What kind of family are we? Even if the other party is a prince, we can't be compared."

The son who has been raised since such a young age has been given to someone like this, he already has enough heartache, why can't he be asked to prepare more dowry, ah no ~~ 咖呵呵~~~ The betrothal gift hits the other party face?

Looking at his father's increasingly ugly face, Jia Cong shrunk his neck, and finally didn't dare to complain anymore, and obediently followed a password and a movement, and did what he was asked to do!

The author has something to say: This chapter is already the last chapter of the main text, and there may be a few more episodes later, about Sichun Baodai and others, and some things after a few years~~~~~~

However, the stupid author can't tell the exact time, and I have dragged on the article for so long, which was clearly able to be finished in one go, so long that I want to find a piece of tofu to hit the wall|wall|???? ;)

I’m really sorry for everyone who read the text~~~~~~~o(TT)ゞI was wrong