Chapter 152: A dog will always eat shit, and you haven’t changed yet?

The atmosphere in the academy has become very good, and everyone in the lecture hall is listening attentively.

Arithmetic has become more difficult.

But Jiusu only taught knowledge used in life or engineering. Of course, she didn't know anything more advanced. After two classes, the students were confused.

The students from the carpenter family enjoyed learning.

The size of a circle can actually be calculated this way. "My grandfather is a carpenter. I plan to go back and teach him."

Jiu Su: "..."

I wonder if the old man will scold her for making him study in his old age?

The teachers all have their own lounges.

It's a small room, but fully furnished.

Jiang Jing and Fang Yu came together.

Fang Yu placed the tray on the table and bowed like a waiter at a hot pot restaurant, "Dear guests, is there anything else you can help me with?"

Jiusu chuckled and picked up the juice beside him.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Fang. Take these back and drink with your roommates."

"This..." Fang Yu wanted to joke, but she was so polite. He looked at Jiang Jing, and seeing Jiang Jing's smile deepen, he continued, "Thank you, Master. I won't disturb you two from having dinner."

The door closed and they both breathed a sigh of relief.

Teacher-student love is not easy to talk about. Jiusu took out the cakes and said, "These cakes are made of red sandalwood and koshao. This mint cake is specially made for you."

It helps to reduce inflammation and swelling.

Hearing this, Jiang Jing picked up a piece and said, "Thank them for me."

"Okay." Jiusu made an OK sign. The food in the library tasted better. She handed over the pills and asked, "Is your hand feeling better?"

Jiang Jing rolled up his sleeves, revealing his wrists.

Jiusu came closer, daring only to gently stroke around the scar. She exhaled and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore, does it? Rest if you're tired. You still need to take care of yourself and make salt with me."

Salt? Jiang Jing almost forgot about it.

"A Su, are you a fairy who has come down to earth to experience tribulations? It seems like you can do everything and have everything." He drank the tendon-recovering pill. "I've never heard of this thing. I had a dream last night that everything was fake and my hand can't be healed."

Jiusu held his big, broad hand and placed it on her face.

"But it's fake? I'm not a fairy, Jing, actually..."

The woman was determined to tell the story.

Jiang Jing held her hand and said, "Wait until you want to tell me."

He remembered that a shocking secret required the right time, place and people. If Ah Su spoke rashly, he would reveal the secret and be swallowed up. Anyway, he had guessed it almost.

Ah Su has a treasure chest.

This is an adventure.

Jiusu took out his watch, his eyes fell on his swollen wrist, and he sighed slightly.

“This is a watch, it can tell time, very accurately.

Wait until your hand is no longer swollen, then you can wear it again."

There were few people living around Huating Academy, and autumn seemed quiet and lonely. A straight road led to the alley where I lived. When I got closer, I saw a man in smooth dark blue clothes standing at the door to greet me.

Chang Bo stood by helplessly.

Magistrate Zhang bent over and lifted the carriage curtain with a bright smile. "Hey, hello, Master Jiu, you're back. Are you cold, hungry, or thirsty?"

There was a young man beside him.

Jiusu's mouth twitched.

Is this a ghost? She dodged Zhang Tu's outstretched hand and asked, "What can I do for you, sir?"

County Magistrate Zhang rubbed his hands and followed her into the mansion. Seeing that Jiusu had no intention of going forward, he realized that it was already late at night.

He kicked his son.

"Why don't you say hello to Master Jiu."

Zhang Zhiyi looked at her and felt his heart almost stopped beating. She was so beautiful. Unlike the beauty of ordinary girls, this girl was beautiful in a tough way.

The man cupped his fists and bowed: "Hello young lady, I am Zhang Zhiyi."

Jiusu suddenly realized something, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and he chuckled, "Are you the bastard who bullied Jiang Nianyin and was beaten half to death by Young Master Qian?"

Come to her house at this time.

The meaning is too obvious.

That was because Jiang Jing was not there, otherwise, he would have beaten Zhang Zhiyi as well.

Zhang Zhiyi was embarrassed and clenched his fists.

"A gentleman longs for a beautiful lady."

"When did being a hooligan become the behavior of a gentleman?" Jiusu raised his eyelids slightly.

As the Salt Transport Commissioner, an important official position, she no longer had to be afraid of these people, nor did she have to curry favor with them.

Zhang Zhiyi's face darkened: "You..."

Before he could finish his words, he was slapped on the back of his head.

County Magistrate Zhang scolded, "Why don't you apologize to Lord Jiu?"

Seeing his son's dissatisfied bow and the cold expression on Jiusu's face, he understood that Jiusu was not someone he could control after serving as an official for several years.

But he also knew the importance of salt.

Jiusu raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "It's so late, County Magistrate Zhang, is there something you want to talk to me about?"

Magistrate Zhang said with a smile, "I've come specially to congratulate you on your appointment as the Salt Transport Commissioner. This is an important position. I never thought you were such a rare talent. I've been a rebellious child, lacking discipline since childhood. Could I perhaps gain some experience here with you?"

As the saying goes, don't hit someone who smiles at you.

Jiusu's eyes flickered slightly, thinking of the well-planned salt-making plan, fine salt also requires coarse salt.

She said, "How can I refuse the help sent by the county magistrate? Mr. Zhang, come with me to buy coarse salt at noon tomorrow."

Zhang Zhiyi readily agreed.

On the way back, County Magistrate Zhang warned: "Put away those treacherous thoughts of yours. I have seen countless people, and Jiusu is different from other women. If you can win Jiusu, our Zhang family will be honored."

"Dad, don't worry, I will definitely get her." Zhang Zhiyi smiled.

Is there any woman in the world that he can't get? Now that Qian Junjie has retired from the underworld, all the beauties in the county are his.

County Magistrate Zhang said with satisfaction, "I'll inform the salt merchants and make things difficult for her. Then you can come forward to resolve the situation. Wouldn't that be like being a hero saving a beautiful woman?"

The job of salt transport envoy is a lucrative one.

A lot of money can be made from it. Marrying Jiusu is equivalent to marrying a cash cow. As for Jiang Jing, he is indeed a talent. You can just choose any daughter to marry him.

Zhang Zhiyi scoffed, "Can you do it?"

"Why not?" Magistrate Zhang straightened up and patted his belly. "Don't underestimate your father. He's at least a local tyrant. Jiusu is a bit powerful, but she has no power behind her. I only care about her because she's a lucrative position. If she doesn't agree, we'll send Prince Chang."

Zhang Zhiyi showed a sinister smile: "I heard that Prince Chang is even more lustful. If she doesn't follow me, she will suffer."

A strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake.

My father has been a snake in Suming County for many years and is about to become a dragon. What does a woman matter to him?

The night in the county town is very dark.

There are traps everywhere. If you are not careful, you will step on one and be killed.

The next day.

Zhang Zhiyi was waiting at the gate of the mansion early in the morning. When he met Qian Junjie, he whistled and teased, "Hey, brother, long time no see. Have you become a good person recently?"

Why is he at the master's door?

Qian Junjie sneered, "A dog will always eat shit, and you haven't changed yet?"