Chapter 125 (Correction) What's wrong? Make him do as the book says...

Fu Ci smiled at his wife, who was keeping him in suspense, and said cooperatively, "I'd like to hear the details."

Tang Mingli chuckled to cover up her bluff. Actually, there was nothing complicated about her question. She simply wanted to know why she should help Li Zhengdao for another six months since he had already decided to go it alone.

Moreover, this industry is busiest as the year draws to a close. At that time, even elderly people who wouldn't buy themselves a new piece of clothing all year round might grit their teeth and buy one if they have some extra money.

The two most profitable months of the year are also the two most tiring months.

Since he wants to work alone, let him experience the busyness of being on his own as soon as possible.

"...And even if we break up now, I'll still have a lot of money in my hands, but Li Zhengdao won't feel too bad. He'll think that the most profitable time hasn't come yet, but I'm already taking the money and leaving. He might even be secretly happy. This way of breaking up is good for everyone, and it can be called an amicable parting."

Fu Ci nodded repeatedly as he listened.

What his wife said at the end was indeed very reasonable.

The end of the year is busy, and people earn a lot. But when it comes to the final accounts, most of the profits go to them. Li Zhengdao might feel uncomfortable about that.

In terms of social skills, he was truly inferior to his wife, who could think so far ahead when Li Zhengdao expressed his thoughts.

The elders of the Fu family all showed their approval after hearing Tang Mingli's words.

In particular, Old Master Fu even praised her, saying, "Fu Ci should learn from Mingli in this respect: not being overly greedy."

Fu Ci nodded in agreement, saying, "Indeed, I should learn from Mingli."

Not only in this aspect, but in many other aspects as well.

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After no longer having to go to work, Tang Mingli's life became leisurely again.

However, the early-rising biological clock that I developed over the past year or so seems difficult to change in a short time.

After getting up before eight o'clock for several days in a row, Tang Mingli began to seriously think about a question—how to plan this long day.

Unlike before, I used to sleep until noon, have lunch, take another nap, and that was how the day went by.

I wake up naturally before eight o'clock now. The days are so long, and if I don't plan them out properly, it's easy to feel empty after a while.

She can do things at home, but they're all the same old things, and no matter how hard she tries, she can't come up with anything new.

Looking at her granddaughter-in-law scratching her head frequently, Madam Fu asked with a smile, "Are you feeling a little bored because you're suddenly not working?"

She was like that when she first retired.

Every day when I wake up, I feel like I have nothing to do. I can't sit or lie down properly, and I really want to find something to do.

Tang Mingli laughed and said, "Actually, I can't say I'm bored, since my grandma is with me. It's just that I feel like the days are quite long now, and I'm thinking about whether I should make things more regular."

Madam Fu looked at her with loving smiles, seeing through her without saying a word.

Every day on Earth used to be 24 hours, and it still is. My granddaughter-in-law's situation is simply a temporary adjustment to suddenly not having a job.

So, Mrs. Fu put down her newspaper and took her to the department store.

Tang Mingli hadn't been to a department store in a long time. She only had so much time in a day, and with work taking up so much of it, she naturally had less time for other things.

Therefore, she immediately responded to the suggestion made by Madam Fu.

"Let's go shopping at the department store and have lunch outside while we're at it."

An elderly woman and a young girl decided to go out on a whim. Zhang Guihua, who had already returned from grocery shopping, looked at the basket of vegetables she had just brought back and said with some heartache, "I also bought a fish today."

Fish is different from other meats; even if you store it in the refrigerator, it won't stay fresh.

Madam Fu smiled and said, "My husband ate at home for lunch, so you two should eat more."

If someone eats it, it's not a waste.

Zhang Guihua gestured to indicate the size of the fish and said, "It's this big."

After thinking for a moment, she simply said, "How about I slice it up and put it in the refrigerator to freeze, and then cook sauerkraut fish for dinner?"

“That’s a great idea,” Tang Mingli immediately agreed.

For a dish like pickled fish with strong flavors, it doesn't matter much if the fish isn't very fresh.

Besides, she loves sauerkraut fish, and Aunt Guihua's sauerkraut fish is even better than what you can buy outside.

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Tang Mingli and Madam Fu went out and took a bus straight to the department store.

It's been a long time since I've been here, and the area around the department store has changed quite a bit.

Surprisingly, many new shops have opened on the ground floor of the streets on both sides.

There were vendors selling groceries, stationery, clothes, shoes... a wide variety of goods, everything imaginable.

Tang Mingli even saw a calligraphy class as she walked along.

At first glance, she thought she was seeing things.

While it cannot be denied that there are many famous calligraphers in this era, scholars are proud and, even when they teach, they usually do so through private apprenticeships. To openly open a class and charge money for teaching is truly unheard of.

The two were curious about who dared to set this precedent.

As soon as you enter, a woman in her early twenties stands up to greet you, beaming with a big smile, and asks, "Are you two looking to enroll in calligraphy classes? Our calligraphy class is..."

The women enthusiastically introduced the founder of the calligraphy class and pointed to the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall to explain them to them.

Tang Mingli was stunned when she heard the name of the creator.

Old Chen… was it the Old Chen she saw in a museum in her past life? Or was it just someone with the same name?

No, it's impossible for them to have the same name. These characters are almost identical to those on display in the museum and those she saw in a calligraphy weekly.

Tang Mingli's heart pounded uncontrollably, each beat feeling like it was about to leap out of her chest.

After the woman finished speaking, Tang Mingli asked in a trembling voice, "Was it Teacher Chen who taught you personally?"

That's a very good question.

The woman nodded emphatically: "We only enroll twenty students, all of whom will be taught personally by Teacher Chen."

With a future master calligrapher personally instructing you, what are you waiting for?

Tang Mingli signed up without hesitation, and even signed up Madam Fu as well.

Her reason was that the grandmother and grandson had to do everything together.

Madam Fu felt a warm glow inside. Although she was old, calligraphy was not physically demanding. Since her granddaughter-in-law was interested, why not accompany her to the class?

After registering for the calligraphy class, Tang Mingli's mind was no longer on shopping at the department store. All she could think about was how she had ever done anything to deserve being Mr. Chen's student!

Should she take advantage of the fact that Mr. Chen is not yet famous and ask for a few more calligraphy and paintings with his personal seal?

Decades later, a single word will be worth a fortune; just thinking about it makes me want to laugh.

However, she was just thinking that if Old Chen was someone who gave away his calligraphy and paintings casually, his original works wouldn't be so rare decades later.

When Madam Fu saw Tang Mingli grinning like an idiot after leaving the calligraphy class, she couldn't help but say, "It seems you truly love calligraphy."

She was aware that her granddaughter-in-law often practiced calligraphy at home.

I thought practicing calligraphy was just a way to calm my mind, but it turns out it's a passion I have from the bottom of my heart.

Tang Mingli couldn't tell her grandmother the truth, so she could only accept the praise.

She must be quite passionate about calligraphy, considering she's lived two lives and it seems like this is the only thing she's kept in her heart.

After enrolling in calligraphy classes, Tang Mingli's life did indeed become more regular.

She had to go to class every Monday and Thursday, and she didn't dare to complain about the long hours outside of class, since several of her classmates were future well-known calligraphers.

With such a person as a classmate and such a teacher, she dared not slack off at all.

However, she did not reveal this sense of urgency to Madam Fu.

She was the one who persuaded her grandmother to sign up for the class; she just wanted her grandmother to enjoy the process.

Just treat it as attending an interest class for senior cadres, enjoy it, and don't develop a competitive spirit like her.

I studied like this for several months.

Mid-Autumn Festival arrived in the blink of an eye, and Fu Ci returned home for the holiday. The couple snuggled up in the study and chatted.

As Fu Ci read, he talked about the factory's business over the past few months. Tang Mingli listened attentively, occasionally burying her head in writing a few words.

Fu Ci was already used to chatting and doing other things at the same time, and didn't feel there was anything wrong with it.

He was stunned when he looked down at the words his wife had written on the rice paper again.

When they talk on the phone, they naturally mention calligraphy classes.

But that one glance made him realize that this calligraphy class seemed to be quite impressive.

"...Yes, your handwriting has improved tremendously."

The previous sentence was about the garment factory, but the next sentence suddenly mentioned his own handwriting, and even used an exaggerated word like 'huge'.

Tang Mingli raised her head, blinked, and asked earnestly, "Have you considered changing those signs at the factory gate?"

After all, his handwriting has improved significantly.

Fu Ci was amused by his wife's words and couldn't help but reach out and gently pinch her fair cheek.

"Although you've made great progress, I still liked your handwriting from before."

Tang Mingli said "oh," but couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth into a smile as she lowered her head.

Whether a man loves you or not is very obvious.

Seeing that she seemed to be planning to write another page, Fu Ci couldn't help but glance at the window.

It was pitch black outside the window; it was clearly late at night.

Thinking about the things that need to be done late at night, his eyes darkened.

"It's getting late, it's time to rest."

Tang Mingli glanced at her watch and told him, "It's 9:30, it's not that late."

Fu Ci put down the book in his hand and gently held her soft hand instead.

Several months have passed.

Tang Mingli chimed in, "Yes, time really flies."

No, he said it already.

What already?

What's up?

Just as he was wondering about this and tilting his head in thought, Fu Ci's face drew closer.

Do you remember what the doctor who performed your surgery said?

Upon hearing this, Tang Mingli understood completely.

The doctor said that although it was a minor surgery, she would still need to rest for several months if she wanted to get pregnant.

Is Fu Ci inviting her to have a baby?

Even though we've been married for a long time, the thought of having a baby still makes me shy and uncooperative.

However, since she decided to have the surgery, she was prepared for it.

Even though she was shy, Tang Mingli gladly accepted Fu Ci's invitation.

Even after the two moved to the room, she took a book from the bedside table drawer, turned to a page, and said to Fu Ci, "The book says that doing this can increase... cough cough... probability... cough cough."

Unexpectedly, Fu Ci snatched the book from her hand, closed it without even glancing at it, and tossed it back onto the bedside table.

"Bright and beautiful".

Fu Ci's statement was tinged with resentment.

Tang Mingli timidly looked up.

What's wrong? You're unhappy that he's following the book?