Pei Che finally agreed to her incredible request, letting her stay in the other courtyard as a book boy and allowing her to enter and leave the other courtyard freely.

Pei Che thought she was just treating this as a child's game and would get bored after a while, but he didn't expect Jiang Shiyuan to be so serious.

She would get up early every day to report to him, and she would always bring two bags, the cat in front and the breakfast she bought for him in the back.

Today it is Hu Bing, tomorrow it is Tang Gao, and every day is different.

"Husband, do you think I am very capable? I can deliver breakfast to you, clean the table and sweep the floor. I am only eight years old now. If you hire me until I am eighteen, let alone half of the study, I can earn you the entire villa."

Jiang Shiyuan was very familiar with others. He squeezed next to Pei Che, lay on the dining table, waved his short hand, and drew a circle in front of Pei Che shamelessly.

If he hadn't seen the 꾬 mark on the Hu Bing, Pei Che would have really believed her words of "sending him breakfast specially".

"Just based on your monthly salary of five taels?"

Yes, not only did he promise her to be his servant, he also gave her a monthly salary that exceeded the market price.

Because she said that she wanted to save enough money and pay off her debt in one go.

Spend money to avoid disaster.

Who knows what kind of trouble will come out if I don't agree to her.

Those sachets and embroidered handkerchiefs really made him feel uncomfortable for quite some time.

After hearing this, Jiang Shiyuan chuckled, suddenly grabbed the bag behind him and poured it on the table.

The table was immediately covered with exquisitely crafted and fragrant sachets and embroidered handkerchiefs.

“Who said I only have one job?”

Jiang Shiyuan's Magpie Bridge fee spread from one person to ten, and then to a hundred, and spread from Luming Academy to the whole capital.

"Husband, how come you are so amazing? All the girls in the capital like you."

"I'm going to be rich."

Jiang Shiyuan cheered and jumped for joy, but Pei Che's nose suddenly felt itchy and his eyebrows twitched violently.

He felt a little regretful that he had caused himself trouble.

After half a month, this regret became even stronger when he saw his beloved colored glaze lamp, clay inkstone and the huanghuali wood chair in the study meet the same fate.

"Jiang Shutong." He pulled her toward him.

Jiang Shiyuan seemed to like this name very much. He ran over from the other side and answered as he ran: "Husband, Jiang Shutong is here."

He ran over, but stopped in an emergency before the door.

"Husband, I filled the ant nest in the backyard today. It's so disgusting. The ants are so bold that they dared to bite my husband's book. This is unforgivable!"

Pei Che watched her small body stop because of the steps, swaying by the door, then she held the door and threw off her shoes, and ran in with her socks on.

"Husband, do you have any other instructions?" She ran to him and looked up at him expectantly.

Pei Che looked at the muddy footprints at the door and her flying shoes, and swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Let it break, it just happens that Pei Zheng has always wanted to give him something but has no reason.

"Well, well done."

"What else do you want me to do?"

Jiang Shiyuan's glass-like eyes seemed to sparkle with light because of this recognition.

But Pei Che didn't spoil her completely: "Go, finish your homework and check it for me."

"Ah? The client is only responsible for the work, why is he interfering with the farmhand's homework?"

Jiang Shiyuan's face fell and he said with a look of resistance.

Pei Che said expressionlessly: "Who said you had to find a husband as your client to write for me?"

She didn't know that since she followed him into the other courtyard, all the other ladies in the academy were relieved, as if they had gotten rid of a hot potato. On the one hand, they were happy, and on the other hand, they detailed her misdeeds to him.

He sleeps in class, has no homework, and even if he does, his handwriting is like a ghost's scribbles. He always hugs a cat and is very difficult to discipline.

Pei Che looked at Jiang Shiyuan, who was reluctant but still took out his book and sat upright at the table.

Why is it so difficult to discipline?

Obviously sensible enough to make me feel distressed.

Pei Che stood up, brought in the small shoes outside, bent down and put them at her feet, then picked up a pen and wrote a letter to Pei Zheng.

Pei Che asked for a colored glaze cup, a clay inkstone, and a swing suitable for an eight-year-old child.

…

The life in the other courtyard seemed different because of the addition of an eight-year-old child.

Pei Che's daily routine had inexplicably added several new items.

The time to get up was changed from 3:15 am to 1:15 am. After practicing calligraphy and having breakfast, there was just enough time for Jiang Shiyuan to review old books and correct her scribbles.

The original plan of resting after falling asleep has changed to checking Jiang Shiyuan's homework, sending her away, and meditating for a moment to calm the madness in his heart before he can fall asleep.

Not to mention the gatehouse that locks the door at dark. When it closes depends entirely on what Miss Jiang has learned today.

If he learned arithmetic, which she was good at, he could return home earlier and they could lock the door earlier.

If you want to learn how to write essays, you have to stay up half the night.

The fabricated story by Jiang Xiaoniang was really amazing. They could hear the sound of the husband's gnashing teeth even from the door.

“Rewrite it!”

“Rewrite it!”

“Rewrite it!”

Only Jiang Xiaoniang could bear it. She rewrote the article again and again without shedding tears, and only asked to eat her fill before continuing.

"I'm hungry. Can I eat and write at the same time?"

Therefore, whenever Miss Jiang went to study, she had to wait at the doorman and in the kitchen.

The first person to discover that the villa was different was Cui Fu.

Pei Che was Cui Fu's most proud student, and Cui Fu taught him everything he knew. Now Pei Che's knowledge has far surpassed Cui Fu's, and the only thing that has not been cultivated is his state of mind.

If you can succeed in cultivating it, you will surely become a great man and leave your name through the ages.

Cui Fu came to discuss chess with Pei Che as usual, but as soon as he entered the door, he saw an extra swing in the yard and flowers and plants everywhere.

Cui Fu did not test Pei Che's knowledge during the game of chess for the first time. Instead, he asked about the flowers and plants in the other courtyard.

"You can't stand the smell, right? Why are there so many flowers and plants in the front yard?"

Pei Che looked at the chessboard, a hint of a smile appeared on his lips. It was an apology to him for killing his asparagus fern with water.

The things she gave him as compensation were always in piles, as if she really wanted to give him everything.

Actually, it’s not that serious. It’s just a pot of asparagus fern. If it dies, it dies.

"I often stay in the study and never go to the front yard. It doesn't get in the way."

"It's okay, but you're distracted." Cui Fu said in a cold tone.

Pei Che looked down at the chessboard. He lost.

It had been a long time since he had lost to his husband, but today he was defeated early.

"Pei Che, I am very disappointed." Cui Fu's face darkened.

Pei Che also knew that he had not performed well, so he lowered his head and said, "Master, please punish me."

Cui Fu did not punish me, but said, "Master, I hope today's defeat will be the last one."

The last time?

The husband hopes that he can cultivate a pure heart and few desires, and always be invincible.

Pei Che also hopes that he can always be awake and never be disturbed.

Is it really possible?

For the first time, Pei Che felt confused about his choice.

I don't know how long I sat in front of the chessboard, but suddenly I heard the sound of footsteps, followed by a clear cheer.

"Husband, I'm done with school, I don't need to write an article today."

She kicked off her shoes like a gust of wind, ran into the study, and ran to him.

Her face was filled with joy because she had no schoolwork. It was simple and pure.

Although he had just experienced a serious injury and was only eight years old, he was still able to detect abnormalities around him at the first time.

"What's wrong, husband?" Jiang Shiyuan looked at his expression, then looked at the chessboard: "Did you lose the game?"

"Will you be unhappy if you lose the game? What about winning? Will you be happy if you win?"

She seemed to have discovered something extraordinary and made up her mind, and said to him:

"Then I want to learn chess too. When I learn it, I will let my husband win and make him happy every day!"

Pei Che chuckled, "Compared to playing chess, I would be happier if you finished your article and I could go to bed a moment earlier."

The little kid, who was so happy just now, suddenly looked gloomy again.

"Then you will never be happy in your life."