Chapter 291: Skipping Class

The rain has stopped.

It comes quickly and goes quickly.

When Jiang Miaomiao came out of the bridge corridor, the sky gradually cleared up.

She stretched, slid down Jiang Xiaobai's back, and prepared to walk by herself.

I waited and waited but Xier still didn't catch up.

Looking up, I saw that my mother should be busy using the abacus in the attic. Aunt Xiuxiu had brought back a box of account books early in the morning.

It will keep my mother busy for several days.

I probably don't have time to care about her right now.

Jiang Miaomiao walked towards the backyard garden, like a wild horse letting out some wind, jumping and humming as she walked.

"La la la... I have a little white wolf... I ride it every day..."

Xier followed behind.

Seeing that the young master had no use for it, Jiang Xiaobai ran away.

The young master is courting death, it is better for him to leave first.

Walk through the winding corridor, through the rockery, through the flower path, and come to an open lawn beside the pond.

The little girl is running on the lawn.

As I was running, I saw two familiar figures in the pavilion.

The little girl suddenly stopped, turned around and ran back.

Oh my god!

Is that A Niang?

What's going on? Shouldn't my mother be looking at the account books at this time? How come she has time to drink tea with Aunt Xiuxiu?

No, my mother must not have seen her just now.

The little girl quickened her pace.

Before he could run a few steps, he was picked up by a pair of large hands. "Why are you running? Is my mother that scary?"

Jiang Miaomiao looked guilty and gave her mother a sweet smile.

Lu Qingyao pinched her daughter's face, but it was no use smiling.

Why does this child dislike studying so much?

Actually, it is somewhat similar to her childhood. She didn't like studying and especially didn't like calligraphy back then.

Then daddy spoiled me.

As a result, when she later interacted with the noble ladies of the capital and played drinking games with them, she was often laughed at by those noble ladies, who laughed at her vulgar drinking games.

On the contrary, in the first two years after marrying Jiang Yunze, she followed her husband's lead and often ground ink for him, and she also learned a lot from him.

But she could never regain her good handwriting.

Later, after thinking about it, it didn't matter. She didn't have to take imperial examinations like men anyway. It was enough for her to write a letter home and others could understand it.

No one is perfect, so why make things difficult for yourself?

Her handwriting cannot be saved, but my daughter is still young and has the opportunity to learn beautiful handwriting.

In the end, we still have to push it.

"Jiang Miaomiao, did you skip class again?"

"No, I didn't skip classes. It's just that my second brother always goes to the toilet. He has a bad temper and hurts his liver. Mom should find a doctor to see him." Little Miaomiao said seriously with his head tilted up.

Lu Qingyao's brows twitched.

I can’t even teach Yan’er to be as calm as him, and I don’t know who can teach him. It seems I can only place my hope on Qianxue.

She can't teach it anyway.

She tried it, but after teaching Miaomiao for less than a quarter of an hour, she had the urge to beat the child.

She told herself that Miaomiao no longer had a father and she had to be a loving mother.

It’s better to ask someone else to teach your children.

She couldn't bring herself to do it.

Xier looked at the girl, pursed her lips, lowered her head, and suppressed her smile.

The young master is really good at talking nonsense in a serious manner.

Jiang Miaomiao continued, "Mother, I really know a lot of words now, but I just can't write them."

Lu Qingyao looked at her daughter, wondering why she was so unconvinced.

"Miaomiao, you have to cherish the days when your second brother teaches you. After the New Year, he will go to Jiangzhou, and you won't be able to see him for a year or two. You won't even have the chance to ask him to teach you."

Jiang Miaomiao: ...

Well! Her mother knows how to manipulate people's hearts.

I knew she couldn't bear to part with her second brother.

Forget it, studying is something that cannot be avoided anyway. A'niang said that she doesn't need to be as familiar with military books as her eldest brother, nor does she need to read the Four Books and Five Classics like her second brother.

But to be able to read and write, even the three hundred thousand disciples must learn. [1]

She also has to write well, so that others don't think she is a fool beauty.

Jiang Miaomiao compromised.

It’s no big deal, it’s just memorizing some ancient Chinese text.

But why is my mother here? Is she done with her work?

"Mom, let's play football together?" Jiang Miaomiao took the ball from Xier's hand.

At that time, there was also a ball, commonly known as Cuju.

It is made by inflating an animal bladder into a ball, wrapping it with animal skin and sewing it up. It is very similar to the leather ball we have today.

Don't ask her how she knew that.

The curious little girl had already opened and peeled it herself to take a look.

Lu Qingyao kissed her daughter apologetically and said, "Miaomiao, your aunt and I have something to discuss. Can Xier play Cuju with you?"

"Then I won't play anymore. I'll chat with you guys."

Jiang Miaomiao doesn't have to play football. It's also very interesting to hear A Niang talk about things, and she can understand them.

Lu Qingyao nodded, asked her daughter to sit next to her, and stuffed a piece of preserved fruit into her mouth.

It's okay to listen. It's best for children to learn things through osmosis. They remember things quickly by rote, but forget them quickly too.

Just like Feng'er, he forgets more than he remembers.

Jiang Miaomiao sat obediently, smacking her lips non-stop and stuffing preserved fruits into her mouth one by one with her little hands.

Xiuxiu handed her elder sister a cup of tea and asked, "Elder sister, after coming to the capital, we bought a house and land, especially spent a lot of money on storing grain and donating grain. Now we don't have much savings, do we still need to buy those servants?"

Ever since the news of my elder sister's divorce and her new family spread, former servants of the Lu family have been coming to look for their old master.

But this house can't accommodate so many people.

"Buy them. They are all old members of the Lu family. They were all trained by my mother. Of course, they are much more useful than those bought casually from outside. However, we are not as prosperous as before. If they are willing to stay, we can keep some of them in the manor and temporarily arrange for the rest to be sent to the farm in the suburbs. They also need manpower there."

"Let Yan'er pick a few honest and loyal men to take with him, so that he can take care of them when he goes to Jiangzhou to study in the future."

Before the Lu family was exiled, A'niang dismissed the servants, returned their indentures, and let them fend for themselves.

Many of them were old servants and servants of the Lu family.

Now that there are still people willing to come back, she naturally has no reason to chase them away.

Xiuxiu stretched out her hand for the silver, "Sister, it's easy to buy, but to support a servant requires a monthly salary."

"Of course." Lu Qingyao said as she took out a stack of banknotes from her pocket.

"I sneaked back to the Lu family last night and dug out a jar of silver. I exchanged it for some silver notes."

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Note [1] “Three Character Classic”, “Hundred Family Surnames”, “Thousand Character Classic” and “Rules for Disciples” are referred to as “Three Hundred Thousand Disciples”.