"Guidance?" Lu Wujiu's gaze fell on Su Jiaoniang.

Did she know he was a man? Martial arts require close instruction, and most people start learning kung fu from childhood.

There was no distinction between men and women at that time.

Was her kung fu skill taught to her by someone else?

I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Thinking about how it was his absence and lack of companionship over the years that gave others the opportunity to get close, I felt like punching myself.

When Su Jiaoniang saw that Lu Wujiu's eyes had become strange, she assumed that he didn't want to teach her, or that he was considering taking a teaching test because of the outdated customs of the era.

"If you don't want to teach me, that's fine. I don't have to learn from you. By the way, what about that little guard next to you? He's pretty good at light footwork. Let him teach me." Su Jiaoniang finished speaking.

The branches of the trees in the yard trembled.

Feeling something was amiss after leaving, Zhao Han returned and fell from the tree.

"Sure, I'm pretty good at kung fu too." He grinned and joked, shameless and irreverent.

The moment those words were spoken, a murderous aura swept over him.

Zhao Han's work involved life and death, making him extremely sensitive to killing intent, especially when it came from his master. He shook his head slightly, turned and ran outside, his voice carrying through the air: "I'll come find you another day, Futu's mother."

Zhao Han left quickly.

He thought his regent was an extremely strange person.

If you like that young widow, just say so! Instead, you dress so sluttyly and get your money back when you spend it on her. To vent your anger for the young widow, you even send some thugs from the gambling den to cause trouble for the Lu family.

They've done so many good deeds, yet they refuse to speak of them.

Are you planning to seduce her and make her throw herself into your arms?

Judging from the situation, the young widow's attitude is very firm, and she is deeply in love with the dead man. If the prince continues to be so flamboyant, he will not be able to win the beauty's heart.

So he decided to help out.

Even if I get kicked out of here.

After all, having followed the prince for so many years, I've never seen him interested in any woman.

If there is no heir, to whom will the Regent's Palace, with its vast wealth and estate, be handed over in the future? It cannot be handed over to the state, after all, it has already devoted itself to the Qi state for so many years.

Lu Wujiu stared in the direction Zhao Han left, and for the first time, he made a mental note of this talkative person.

Staring in the direction Zhao Han left, she turned back to look at Su Jiaoniang.

The woman's hair was still dripping wet. She held a towel in her hand and carefully wrung it out. It was quite cool in the autumn air. Lu Wujiu reached out and placed his hand on the top of her hair, feeling the warmth.

The wet hair slowly dried.

It's even better than a hair dryer.

Su Jiaoniang turned to look at Lu Wujiu: "I didn't expect this skill to be so useful!"

"Hmm." Lu Wujiu withdrew his hand and awkwardly turned to walk towards his room.

Su Jiaoniang chuckled.

The dignified regent has somehow lost his footing.

It seems that what Changsheng said is true; this person has never been with a woman.

Touching her dry, somewhat yellow hair, Su Jiaoniang frowned. She wanted to cut her hair and grow a thick, black, shiny head of hair again, but when she thought of Changsheng's buzz cut, she felt that if a woman became like that...

That's a bit too unorthodox.

Back in her room, she stared at the floral hairpin on the small table and tied up her dry, straw-like hair.

Leaning against the pillow, the night passed like this.

The next day, Su Jiaoniang heard a knock on the door.

Stepping outside, she saw Huang Erlan standing there. Huang Erlan handed Su Jiaoniang a basket: "These are persimmons from the mountain, for you, Madam. The shed in the field is all set up; please come and take a look when you have time!"

Huang Erlan tried to stand up straighter and reported to Su Jiaoniang.

Su Jiaoniang stared at the persimmons in the basket on her back. It wasn't early winter yet, and the persimmons weren't fully ripe, but a few had turned red occasionally.

No one would be in the mood to go up the mountain to pick out the ones that had ripened prematurely.

Looking at Huang Erlan again, one can only feel that Huang Erlan has a good heart.

After placing the persimmons in the kitchen, Su Jiaoniang followed Huang Erlan to the field.

The shed has indeed been built, but some measures are needed to keep it warm. Such a large shed can at most keep out the winter snow, but the temperature that the plants need cannot be maintained by just a few stoves.

"How do you plan to keep it warm?" Su Jiaoniang asked.

Huang Erlan rubbed his hands together, nervously swallowing hard. "I'm thinking of covering the plants with a layer of yellow grass first for simple insulation, then finding a place to compost manure. Although the manure smells bad, it's warm around it, but the manure will burn the plants. I need to think about it some more. If all else fails, I'll try to make charcoal myself, right here." For so many days, Huang Erlan hadn't been building the greenhouse step by step.

Everything the greenhouse needs has been thought of.

They've even figured out how to keep it warm.

Although I haven't figured out a way to implement it yet, solutions aren't always found by people.

Huang Erlan saw Su Jiaoniang accept the persimmons, drink a bowl of warm water, and leave with a smile.

Su Jiaoniang closed the door, a smile playing on her lips, and shook her head slightly. People in this era are really clever.

If the greenhouse is built, she will not only harvest chili peppers, but also fresh winter vegetables.

Thinking of chili peppers made Su Jiaoniang's teeth ache. A few days ago, she sold some recipes to Fu Chuntang, and now the child was asking her to sell him chili peppers again. Looking at the chili pepper seedlings in the yard, she thought, "Little Ya needs some, I'll give some more to Fu Chuntang."

If the chili peppers don't grow in five acres of land.

Xiao Ya's business has to stop.

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