He hadn't forgotten to arrange this matter for her. Xu Jiang suppressed her tears and nodded, "Thank you for your concern."
"Everything within one's power should be done to perfection." Du Hui said regretfully, "It's a pity that I can't see it completed in person."
Xu Jiang walked to the low table, opened the wooden box she brought, took out the set of "Tracing the Origins of Cultural Context" from it and placed it in front of Du Hui.
Du Hui opened it and looked at it, and asked in surprise, "You've printed it?"
"I have printed twenty sets as a souvenir. This set is given to you as a token of my gratitude for your hard work in proofreading."
Du Hui did not refuse. With this set of books, the journey would not be boring.
Xu Jiang took out the handwritten note and handed it to him, saying, "I once stayed in Fuzhou for some time. This note records the route from Kyoto to Fuzhou, the towns and prefectures passed through, and the local customs. Please take it for reference."
Du Hui took it and flipped through it. Seeing that it had remembered everything in detail, he sighed, "You are thoughtful."
"As I should." Xu Jiang continued, "There's some medicine in the box. There are many insects in spring and summer, especially in the southwest. Take it with you to prevent and control them. There's also some dry food and tea that can be stored. Take it with you on the road."
"Good." Du Hui smiled and said, "This is so appropriate. It's like having a new daughter in the family."
Xu Jiang couldn't help but wipe his eyes, then took a few steps back, knelt down and kowtowed to him, "Sir, I am deeply grateful for your kindness."
Lou Yunchun also knelt down and kowtowed to him.
"Thank you sir for taking care of Ajahn."
Du Hui hurried forward to help, "What are you doing? Get up quickly." Then he winked at Zeng Zhui, asking him to help support the man.
But Zeng Zhui knelt down and kowtowed three times before him, crying, "Zeng Zhui thanks you for taking me in, educating me, and teaching me."
He cried ugly, and Du Hui sighed repeatedly, "Everything was fine before, but one or two of you insisted on making me sad. Hurry up and get up."
Lou Yunchun helped Xu Jiang up, but Zeng Zhui threw himself at Du Hui's feet, hugged his legs and cried even harder, "Old Du, I can't bear to see you go."
Du Hui patted his shoulder, his eyes filled with sadness. How could he bear to leave? Zeng Zhui would be taking the imperial examination next year, and it was a pity that he couldn't see him in person to congratulate him. He was also afraid that if he left, no one would take care of him, and this restless child would cause trouble.
"Don't slack off in your studies while I'm away. I've written a letter to Master Lin, asking him to teach you for me in the future."
"Really?" Zeng Zhui stopped crying and his expression turned from sadness to joy.
Du Hui nodded expressionlessly.
Zeng Zhui cheered, "That's great!"
Xu Jiang instinctively felt that he was going to be beaten.
Sure enough, the next moment, Du Hui slapped him hard on the head.
"Ouch!" Zeng Zhui hugged his head, realizing belatedly that he had gotten carried away. Then he asked Du Hui cheerfully, "Old Du, are you jealous?"
Xu Jiang and Lou Yunchun turned their heads away, unable to bear the sight.
Sure enough, Du Hui's angry slaps landed heavily on Zeng Zhui's body.
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