Chapter 89: The female doctor instantly becomes an ancient book addict!

With a proud look on his face, Xu Yu strode out with the banner of running away from home held high, leaving Sang Zhixia alone and in a mess.

No one heard the young couple's private conversation. Aunt Xu looked up and noticed the subtle expression on Sang Zhixia's face. She said with a smile, "Xia Xia, what's wrong with you?"

"Xu Yu worked so hard to save these for you, why don't you come over and take a look?"

Sang Zhixia managed to regain her composure. Looking at the gleaming silver fox fur, her heart burned with excitement, yet she couldn't help feeling a bit uneasy. "Isn't this fur a bit too expensive?"

The best silver fox fur is a rare treasure in the Xu family today, even if it is not sold.

The old lady was reluctant to give her even three feet of ordinary coarse cloth. Now that all these good things were in her hands, why didn't she seize the opportunity to make a big fuss?

But this was something Xu Yu had saved specifically for her...

Seeing her struggling expression, Second Aunt Xu jokingly said, "It is indeed quite valuable, but are you willing to give away the effort Xu Yu put into giving it to someone else?"

"I……"

Sang Zhixia's tongue seemed to be tied, and she couldn't say the next sentence. The only thing that kept repeating in her mind was: No separation, no separation! Absolutely no separation!

Her hesitation made Xu Wenxiu burst into laughter.

"Her second aunt knows that Xia Xia is thin-skinned, why are you teasing her?"

Xu Wenxiu was also somewhat surprised at Xu Yu's private thoughts, but she still tried to soften her tone and said, "Yu'er said that you suffered a lot right after marrying into the Xu family. If you think about it carefully, you didn't even touch a penny of the betrothal gifts or dowry. In the end, I'm sorry for you."

"Since he wants to make amends, just accept it. No one will say anything."

This was obtained by Xu Yu with his own ability. Whoever he gives it to can only belong to that person.

No matter how weak she was, she knew she couldn't give in at this moment.

Otherwise, wouldn’t his son and daughter-in-law be stepped on and beaten in the face?

Second Aunt Xu remembered Sang Zhixia's life-saving grace, and Third Aunt Xu remembered the things Aunt Xie had sent her before. Although she was envious, she didn't say much.

Xu Wenxiu, the old lady who always thought of giving subsidies to Uncle Xu, was unusually tough and even enthusiastically pulled Sang Zhixia to talk about the styles of cloaks.

Sang Zhixia really couldn't offer any useful suggestions on this.

After talking for a long time, Aunt Xu couldn't help laughing: "Sister-in-law, please stop talking. I think Xia Xia is more confused than anyone else. I'm afraid she didn't understand much after all I've said."

Xu Wenxiu said helplessly: "Forget it, since you don't understand, then we will just watch and do it for you?"

Sang Zhixia's ears felt a little hot: "My mother-in-law and aunt both have work to do at the embroidery shop, or else..."

"You can't do it on your own."

Second Aunt Xu looked as if she had seen through you long ago and said quietly, "Those who spoil good things will be struck by lightning."

"You should take a rest. If you have nothing to do, go cook. Smoking bacon is also good."

Sang Zhixia opened her mouth speechlessly, and then was thrown away.

It was obvious that none of the craftsmen present trusted her.

Sang Zhixia chuckled after a moment of gibberish, then shook her head and shoved a hot bun into her mouth. She called out to the few little ones forgotten in the corner, "Come on, let's continue smoking the meat!"

While she was smoking the meat, her hands were not idle.

Xu Mingyang and others were concentrating on practicing calligraphy, while Sang Zhixia continued to use his unique dog-paddle handwriting to write down what he had learned in his mind.

Regarding the construction and maintenance of greenhouses, sowing and raising seedlings after soaking grain seeds, as well as yield estimation and maximizing land utilization...

She was so absorbed in writing that she would occasionally divert her attention to add some cypress branches to the stove, so much so that she didn't even notice when the sober old man walked up behind her.

The old man looked down at the dog-paddling characters covering the pages, and the veteran of two dynasties fell into inexplicable contemplation.

"Yu'er's daughter-in-law."

Sang Zhixia was bewildered: "Huh?"

The old man struggled indescribably. He took the paper from her hand and looked through it carefully. He said in a difficult tone, "The idea is very good, and the content is quite comprehensive, but..."

He was worthy of being a man who could influence the affairs of the court for most of his life. After pondering for a while, he did not give any comments. He just said softly and lovingly: "I copied a calligraphy copybook for Yanran. From now on, you should spare half an hour every day to practice with it."

The Xu family has never produced anyone who is so bad at dog paddling.

Neither can the granddaughter-in-law.

The old man looked at Sang Zhixia's dull face and smiled even more lovingly.

"You have other chores to do every day. The standards Yu'er used when he was young are too demanding for you. Just copy three large characters a day, just like Yanran and Mingyang. When you're done, bring them to me every evening."

"Practice with Yanran's calligraphy for a few days first. I'll have Yu'er find time to practice with a copybook for you. Practice for ten days and then rest. If you find any flaws, practice more. Translate three pieces into six."

"Very good, it's settled."

After the old man finished speaking, he left contentedly. Sang Zhixia sat on his little stool with a magical expression.

Xu Mingyang and Xu Mingxu, who were both trapped in the predicament, leaned against each other and looked at her with sympathy: "Sister-in-law, how did you get caught by Grandfather too?"

Xu Yanran sighed like a little adult: "Look, sister-in-law, I told you that if you were caught by grandfather, you would be punished to copy."

She reminded Sang Zhixia from the beginning!

Sang Zhixia doesn't believe it!

Sang Zhixia said with tears in her eyes: "I didn't expect that..."

Who knew that the old man was so busy that he could still spare the time to pay attention to her dog-paddling calligraphy?

Xu Yanran suppressed her laughter and opened her arms to hug her: "It's okay, you just need to copy the calligraphy, you don't have to memorize the text or practice martial arts with big brother."

"Now that I think about it, your schoolwork is much easier than ours!"

Xu Mingyang nodded vigorously: "Yes, memorizing is more tiring than copying large characters. Grandfather is so good to you!"

Three-year-old Xu Mingxu also doesn't like copying calligraphy.

He rested his little head on Sang Zhixia's knees, his chubby face full of sorrow: "Sister-in-law has the same miserable life as us."

The children in the village are just playing, they can't do it!

Sang Zhixia hadn't expected that being caught by the old man would lead to such a bond among the little ones. After a moment's silence, she stammered, "Hearing what you said, my treatment is pretty good."

At least the old man didn't force her to recite the Four Books and Five Classics, nor did he mention women's virtues and training.

If it comes to that kind of thing, she is more...

"Yu'er's daughter-in-law."

Sang Zhixia shuddered as if she had been whipped, quickly stood up, forced a smile, and said, "Grandfather, what's wrong?"

The old man who had gone back said with his hands behind his back, "Come with me."

Sang Zhixia followed him with a feeling of uncertainty in her heart and a sense of uneasiness in her feet.

In the main hall, the old man asked a few questions casually. Sang Zhixia was silent for a long time, and his lips chattered for a long time. In the end, he could only recite the first six sentences of the Analects of Confucius.

This time the silent person was the old man.

Sang Zhixia met the old man's indescribable gaze, and sadness surged like a river.

Who understands?

The female doctor instantly turned into an ancient book addict!

As she looked at him anxiously, the old man slowly exhaled, held his forehead and said, "You are only sixteen this year."

"Didn't you read at home?"

Sang Zhixia threw the blame at her unscrupulous father, "When I was at home, my father and stepmother said that a woman's virtue lies in her lack of talent. So, my aunt managed to find me some books to learn how to read. I never really went to school."

The old man was stunned for a moment, and the first thing he blurted out was: "Absurd."

"When people live in this world, they should study, cultivate their talents, and improve their morals. They should seek the truth and argue for the truth. How can we differentiate between men and women?"

Sang Zhixia lowered her head in reflection, her face filled with remorse. The next thing she heard was the old man say, "Your aunt has raised you well, but if you don't carve jade, it will be flawed. You can handle a small family, but I'm afraid you might not be suitable for a big one."

"From today on, you must read three large characters every day. Come to me after dinner and I will teach you how to read."

The old man's idea seemed to be a sudden whim, but in fact it could not be refused.

Sang Zhixia never thought that painting his old cucumber green could add another layer of fun to his hard study. His soul was floating in the air, and he walked out of the main house with his feet shaking on the ground.

The whole day passed in a daze.

Xu Yu arrived home at dusk and was stunned when he heard Xu Mingyang say that Sang Zhixia was studying with his grandfather.

"Listen to study?"

Xu Mingyang nodded his little head up and down, "Yes, Grandfather said that my sister-in-law will be like us in the future, she will have to study and practice calligraphy every day, and what she learns is much more difficult than what we learn!"

Xu Yu pursed his lips slightly and walked towards the main house.

In the room, the old man had just finished teaching for the day.

He was very pleased with Sang Zhixia's talent for understanding things quickly. Seeing Xu Yu preparing to come in, he said softly, "That's enough for today. Go back."

Sang Zhixia nodded respectfully and said yes. When he passed by Xu Yu, there was still obvious nervousness and trance in his eyes.

Xu Yu thought for a moment, turned around and closed the door. He looked at the thoughtful old man and said softly, "Grandfather, Zhizhi is already this old, why are you still..."

"Why do you think I should teach her?"

The old man interrupted him and said cryptically, "If you are content to live a peaceful life in this mountain village, then what she knows is enough. But if you are unwilling, as your wife and the eldest grandson of the Xu family, she cannot stop here."

"Yu'er, I thought your father's teachings were enough to teach you that what you need isn't a delicate flower coddled in a gilded cage, but a companion by your side who can weather the storms with you and be your equal."

"She's very smart and a good kid."

"But you have to understand that what she has done now is far from enough."