The couple walked towards home.
Yan Funing said, "It's probably worth all the hard work this morning. I'm just waiting for news from the head of the village. Fu Ciyi, don't you agree?"
When we parted ways just now, he said that he would communicate in a timely manner regarding the subsequent students' return to the village school.
Fu Ciyi slowly pinched his wrist with an indifferent expression.
She called him "husband" in front of others, and called him by his name behind their backs.
I can tell the difference.
Seeing that he remained silent, Yan Funing asked again, "You've been standing for quite a while while writing, and your wrist has been held high. Are you unable to teach me how to read and write again today?"
Fu Ciyi smiled helplessly and said coldly: "Copy it in the afternoon. When you have time in the evening, I will teach you how to write your name first."
"Okay," she said. "I'm a fast learner."
Fu Ciyi just smiled and said nothing. The two characters before and after the three characters "Yan Funing" had many strokes. He wondered if she would give up.
As she was walking, Yan Funing suddenly stopped.
Fu Ciyi turned around to look at her. They were walking side by side just now, so why did she look like she was under a spell of soul-fixing?
"Why aren't you moving?"
Yan Funing smiled awkwardly: "I..."
She was so shocked that she didn't dare to move.
After all, the ancient menstrual bags were not as convenient as the modern ones, and she was afraid of leakage.
Fu Ciyi walked back to her side: "Are your legs numb?"
Yan Funing shook her head: "No."
She waved at him, motioning him to put his ear closer.
Fu Ciyi looked around and felt quite embarrassed about letting him approach her on his own initiative.
Fortunately, there were not many pedestrians on the road at this moment.
He pondered it over in his mind, then lowered his head and put his ear close to her face.
Yan Funing raised her hand to cover her lips and said in a very soft voice, "Can you help me check if there's anything leaking out from behind?"
Fu Ciyi finally understood why she didn't move.
At the same time, a thin layer of red appeared on Jun's face.
How could this woman let him watch this?
He is a man!
No matter how reluctant, embarrassed, or awkward he was, he still walked behind her and took a look.
A quick glance.
What’s even more terrible is that at a glance, a gust of wind blew, and the hem of her skirt clung to her body, clearly defining her waist and hips.
She has a slender waist, exquisite curves, and a graceful figure.
This picture has been imprinted in my mind.
"No."
He strode forward, not wanting her to notice the abnormality on his face.
Yan Funing let out a long breath and walked carefully.
I had been standing for a long time just now, and now that I'm walking around, I feel more lively.
When the couple returned home, Fu Beimo had already returned from playing and was lighting a fire in the kitchen, while Wan Niang and Fu Nan Yao were cooking.
Soon, the food was ready and Wan Niang invited everyone to eat.
"I've heated up the fried tofu and braised pork. Bei Mo went to the fields to pick some cabbage, and Nan Yao made a simple bowl of vegetable soup. Ci Yi and Fu Ning have worked hard, so eat more."
Yan Funing said, "I'm not tired. My husband has been writing for the whole morning, so he's tired."
Fu Ciyi's eyebrows moved slightly when he heard the voice.
How did she do it so smoothly?
After dinner, the couple returned to their room.
One person copied books, one sewed clothes, and waited for news from the head of the village.
As dusk fell, the village head finally arrived.
He was still outside the fence when a voice came in: "Master, good news! All the students are back to the village school."
Fu Ciyi stood up and left the west wing: "Well, thank you for your hard work, village head."
The village head waved his hand and said, "It's my responsibility to do this. It's the teacher who's working hard." He then walked out and said, "It's getting late. I should go home too. Then please ask the teacher to teach at the village school on the 21st!"
Fu Ciyi nodded in agreement and watched him leave.
Feeling that it was time to prepare dinner, Yan Funing left the west wing and went to the kitchen, but she was unexpectedly kicked out by her mother-in-law.
"Go back to your room and have a good rest, dear."
Yan Funing smiled and said, "Okay, I'll wait and eat."
Wan Niang nodded: "Well, although our cooking is not as delicious as yours, it is much better than what Ci Yi made."
Yan Funing chuckled.
At this time, Fu Nanyao came over with a spatula and asked her, "You have been sewing clothes all afternoon. How is it going?"
Yan Funing said, "It should be ready in a few more days of sewing."
Fu Nanyao nodded: "Okay, then put it on and show it to me."
Yan Funing asked, "Where's your set?"
Fu Nanyao pursed her lips and said, "I haven't tried mine yet. I want to see the effect on yours first."
This afternoon, she has been making a gown for her brother.
My brother is tall, so it takes a lot of fabric and stitches.
She has to work day and night these days so that her brother can wear it as soon as possible.
Yan Funing didn't think much about it. She just thought that Fu Nanyao still couldn't accept the skirt with two colors together, and wanted to see her wear it first.
After saying a few more words, Yan Funing went to the yard and reached out to touch the bed sheets that had been dried in the sun early in the morning.
It’s still trendy.
It seems that there are no sheets to hang at night.
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That night.
Fu Ciyi copied for another hour.
Feeling that he had copied enough pages today, he put down his pen, turned sideways to see Yan Funing still sewing, and asked her, "Are you still learning?"
Yan Funing put down the fabric and said happily, "Is it okay?"
"Well, come here."
Fu Ciyi took out a piece of rice paper and spread it out.
Yan Funing put away her needlework, stood beside him, and watched him write her name on the paper.
"There are many strokes, so you should learn them first."
He put down his pen.
“Can I try to write?”
Fu Ciyi raised his hand: "Okay."
Yan Funing held the brush. She had never written calligraphy in modern times. This was her first time writing with a brush, and she was a little nervous for a moment.
Fu Ciyi saw the tip of her pen swaying, raised his hand to steady the pen in her hand, and said in a gentle voice: "Hand must be steady."
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