Mr. Zhang was so frightened by these words that he trembled and couldn't bring himself to say them. In the end, he could only pick up a pen and paper and start writing, his hands trembling.

While Mr. Zhang was writing, Yan Xiao asked Qianqiu Wandai to serve tea and snacks to herself and Shen Qiyue. Then she led Shen Qiyue to sit down to the side, leisurely eating and waiting.

After Mr. Zhang finished writing, Yan Xiao glanced at it briefly and said with dissatisfaction:

"Mr. Zhang, what kind of writing is this? You have the nerve to teach and educate people with this level of skill? You have the nerve to write it, but I'm too embarrassed to post it. Rewrite it."

Mr. Zhang felt humiliated but dared not refute it. He could only suppress his humiliation and continue writing, and he was much more serious than before.

Yanxiao was still not satisfied after reading it:

"No, sir, why don't you just write it as a poem? That way, your erudition will be revealed. You can give it a try."

Mr. Zhang's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, but he gritted his teeth and continued writing...

After reading it, Yan Xiao said, "Tsk, still not good enough. After all, there are only a few people as talented as you, sir. What if people can't understand it? Rewrite it."

Mr. Zhang was numb; he continued writing...

Yan Xiao: "Hmm~ This looks alright, but it doesn't feel very genuine. Rewrite it."

Mr. Zhang suppressed the urge to vomit blood, lost count of how many times he rewrote it, until his hands were so trembling he could no longer hold the pen...

Yan Xiao looked serious.

"This is very well written, but the handwriting is a bit messy. Looking at it this way, I feel that the first one is better. Let's use the first one written by you."

"Bang!"

As soon as the joke ended, Mr. Zhang rolled his eyes and fainted, whether from anger or exhaustion, it was unclear.

Yan Xiao frowned unhappily and called out to Zhao Qian.

After entering the room, Zhao Qian first looked sympathetically at Mr. Zhang, who was lying unconscious on the ground, and then respectfully asked:

"What are your orders, Madam?"

Yan Xiao gestured with his chin towards the person on the ground and gave the order:

"Find someone to send him back. After he wakes up, give him a good talking-to and let him know what he should and shouldn't say. If he wants to stay in Jiangbei in the future, he'd better keep a low profile."

Zhao Qian nodded in understanding, and then Yan Xiao continued:

"Call the other two masters from July over in a bit. I'll have a chat with them about life. You can give me some hints about Mr. Zhang's current situation."

Tell them that if they don't want to come, they can resign immediately and leave; just go through Mr. Zhang's process.

Zhao Qian's lips twitched slightly upon hearing this, but he didn't dare to say anything more. He quickly agreed and then half-lifted and half-dragged Mr. Zhang away.

After doing all this, Yan Xiao turned her gaze back to Shen Qiyue, only to see her staring at her with starry eyes and a face full of admiration.

Yan Xiao reached out and tapped Chen Qiyue's forehead, teasingly saying:

"Why are you looking at me like that? Do you feel relieved?"

"Uh-huh!"

Shen Qiyue nodded vigorously, and obsequiously handed the teacup to Yan Xiao.

"Sister-in-law is really amazing. As soon as she arrived, she had Mr. Zhang completely under her thumb."

Shen Qiyue paused slightly here, then tentatively asked:

"Sister-in-law, why don't you teach me? I don't like these teachers and masters, I only like you. I want to learn from you and become as good as you."

Yan Xiao was about to drink tea, but upon hearing this, she quickly put the teacup that Shen Qiyue had handed her back.

This tea is undrinkable; there's something fishy going on.

Yan Xiao's movements were so fast and abrupt that Chen Qiyue was stunned for a moment, and then she heard Yan Xiao say seriously:

“That won’t do. I can’t teach you anything. Besides, your brother already thinks I’m the one who led you astray, and I don’t want to take the blame for that.”

After Yan Xiao finished speaking, seeing that Shen Qiyue still wanted to say something, she quickly stood up and said seriously:

"I'll personally find you a good husband later. I'll also be meeting your other two mentors later. Come with me, and I doubt they'll dare to disobey you in the future."

Yan Xiao patted his clothes and walked out, not giving Shen Qiyue a chance to fight for it, which made Shen Qiyue extremely disappointed.

Shen Qiyue watched Yan Xiao's retreating figure, her little mouth pouting, but she still obediently followed him, while in her heart she complained about her brother again and again.

'It's all my brother's fault! If it weren't for what he said that day, my sister-in-law would definitely have been willing to teach me. It's all my brother's fault! Humph!'

......

"Ah Qiu~"

Shen Muzhi was discussing something with Wei Wuxiu when he suddenly couldn't help but sneeze several times, which made Wei Wuxiu turn his head to look at him.

"What's wrong with you? Did you not sleep well last night and catch a cold? Your physical condition shouldn't be like this. Could it be that you've gotten so used to having your wife by your side that you can't sleep peacefully alone?"

Shen Muzhi glared at the unreliable person with annoyance and said coldly:

"Are you very free?"

Wei Wuxiu wasn't annoyed by the retort; instead, he chuckled and replied:

"Who says otherwise? I'm all alone, with no one to care about me and no one to care about. I don't even have a place to write a letter home, so I'm certainly not as busy as you."

He then changed the subject, his smile becoming somewhat malicious:

"But I've heard that some married people haven't received any letters from home for quite some time now."

Where exactly did things go wrong? I think some people with families need to seriously reflect on their actions.

It's one thing if the daughter-in-law doesn't write, but she doesn't even write about her own sister? Tsk tsk~ this is a serious problem, don't you think?

These past few days, Shen Muzhi has been feeling down because he hasn't received a letter from home: ...

Yan Xiao had no idea that someone was thinking about her letter home, nor did she know that someone was being mercilessly mocked by her friends for not having received her letter home yet.

After giving the two instructors responsible for teaching archery, horsemanship, and basic martial arts a dressing-down, she left Shen Qiyue, who seemed to have something to say but couldn't.

She's really not good at taking care of children, let alone teaching them.

Besides, even if she were willing to teach, she wouldn't have the time.

She's very busy, busy making money to achieve her goal of becoming a rich woman.

As for finding a new humanities teacher for Shen Qiyue, she handed it over to the housekeeper to handle. She would just pick one out herself, offering both incentives and subtle hints.

To put it bluntly, people die for money and birds die for food. Given Shen Qiyue's current status, there are plenty of people willing to teach her for profit.

She's looking for a working-class person, not someone who thinks too highly of themselves and wants to be worshipped. The ways of scholars and poets don't work on her.

In the end, Yan Xiao chose a poor scholar named Wu Huaiyuan. The reason for choosing him was simple: he was knowledgeable and poor enough.

Not only was he poor, but he also had a wife who desperately needed money for medical treatment and two infants who were crying for food. This kind of person had experienced enough hardship and had long been worn down by life, understanding that pride was worthless.

Wu Huaiyuan had only come to try his luck and never expected to be chosen. He cherished this hard-won job and treated Shen Qiyue with care and respect.

However, he also knew who was paying his monthly salary. Although he was respectful to Shen Qiyue, he did not dare to be careless in his studies. He would still teach her what she needed to teach, for fear of displeasing the master and being replaced.

And that's the effect that Yanxiao wants to achieve.