"Let's go, let's go."

Looking at the carriage going away, Xiaoguo waved to them with a strong attitude.

Time passed quickly. Ruyi and her friends were in the catering business, so they didn't have much time to rest during the New Year holiday. Yet they still extended their stay by another day.

Today is the third day of the Lunar New Year. They have to spend the whole day cleaning up the restaurant and preparing ingredients for opening tomorrow.

After they lost sight of the carriage, the two returned.

Looking at the house that suddenly seemed empty, I felt a little uncomfortable.

But life must go on, new year, new life.

"Zhuangzhuang, let's clean up."

"Huh? Mom~" Zhuangzhuang asked for mercy after hearing this, "There's nothing wrong at home."

Xiaoguo took the broom, looked around, and found that it was indeed the case. The house was very tidy and there was no need to clean.

"Then..." Xiao Guo didn't want to stay idle either, so he looked around to see if there was anything he could clean up.

"Take a break, mother."

Zhuangzhuang took Xiaoguo's hand, pulled her into the inner room, pulled her onto the bed, took off her shoes and poured water for her.

Xiaoguo was stunned by him, it was really interesting.

"Okay, just stay comfortable in bed."

Zhuangzhuang looked very satisfied and said to Xiaoguo, "I'll get you a book to read."

After saying that, he ran away.

Xiaoguo didn't stop no matter how hard she tried. She just sat there helplessly and decided to just read. She didn't have anything to do anyway.

After the Chinese New Year, everyone went to work and visit relatives. Even Mrs. Yang was very busy these days. She was the only one who was free. She felt really uncomfortable when she suddenly had all the free time.

Thinking of this, she sighed. What should she do in the new year?

Zhuangzhuang came back quickly with a pile of books in his hands.

"Good fellow!"

Xiaoguo opened his mouth wide and looked at these books in surprise. It would take him an eternity to finish reading them.

"Ahem, Mom, are you ready?"

Zhuangzhuang straightened his clothes and then looked at Xiaoguo seriously.

Xiaoguo nodded and said with a smile, "I'm ready."

"Start!"

Zhuangzhuang instantly entered the state, picked up a book and started reading, and occasionally asked Xiaoguo to read with him, acting like a little teacher.

Xiaoguo has played with Zhuangzhuang many times, and every time he is the teacher and she is the student.

Looking at Zhuangzhuang who was talking eloquently, Xiaoguo's eyes lit up, "Yes!"

"Hmm? What's wrong, mom?"

Zhuangzhuang, who was reading, was suddenly interrupted and looked confused.

"No, nothing."

Xiaoguo smiled and shook his head. After seeing Zhuangzhuang adjust himself to study, he thought to himself, who said he had nothing to do? This New Year, Zhuangzhuang should study!

How can I have nothing to do? Going to school is a big deal and I have things to do.

The excited Xiaoguo interrupted the loud sound of reading and smiled at the other party's puzzled look.

"Son, prepare paper, pen and envelope for me."

“???” Zhuangzhuang looked puzzled. Was he going to write another letter to his father?

Thinking of this, I immediately put the book down and ran happily to get ready. How could I leave my father behind when I was writing a letter? I just happened to have a lot of happiness to share with him.

Xiaoguo got out of bed, feeling unusually energetic. He sat at the table with great energy, and stretched the muscles of his hands while he was still exhausted.

He took the pen and ink, handed a few sheets of paper to Zhuangzhuang and asked him to write on the side.

"Is it for Dad?"

Xiao Guo was stunned when she heard this, then she remembered that she hadn't explained it to him, so she nodded immediately, "That's right!"

After hearing this, Zhuangzhuang happily took the rice paper and ran back to the other room. He secretly used the plum ink that he treasured very much and ground it very carefully. It would be enough for use and he would never grind more. Even if it was not enough, it would not be wasted.

The two of them each had their own room. Zhuangzhuang wrote about the interesting things that happened in the past few days, while Xiaoguo wrote about Zhuangzhuang's school life.

She still remembered that Confucius was going to open a school, but she didn't know whether it was true or not. Since Confucius was teaching and educating royal relatives in the capital, Jiang Shanhe would definitely be able to find out about it.

Since there is this shortcut provided by Jiang Shanhe, why shouldn't she take it? It is the father's duty to pave the way for his son, but how to do it and whether it is a good one is a personal matter.

Xiaoguo wrote down the last stroke and double-checked whether he had written it completely. After making sure that all the questions he wanted to ask were on it, he folded it up and put it in the envelope.

"Has Zhuangzhuang finished writing?"

If I had finished writing, I would have sent it to the post station as soon as possible. Although a few minutes wouldn't make a difference, it's not just psychological. I'm just in a hurry.

"No, I still have a lot to say to Dad."

Zhuangzhuang came back very quickly. Xiaoguo was anxious, but he couldn't rush him.

But on second thought, I wrote Jiang Shanhe a letter about Confucius without asking him how he was doing recently or telling him about the situation at home. This was a bit too bad and so mean. He was spending the New Year alone outside. It was not only lonely, but it was also too pitiful.

Xiaoguo couldn't help but create a pitiful and lonely image in his mind. Although it was a bit exaggerated, he couldn't help but think of it.

A person stands in a dark room, wearing thin clothes, looking up at the fireworks and firecrackers outside, with leftovers or no rice on the table. The thought makes him shudder and feel bad in his heart.

So she immediately took out another letter and started writing. She had to write more. Jiang Shanhe was too pitiful.

With that poor figure in mind, Xiaoguo's ideas flooded her mind. Even when Zhuangzhuang finished writing and handed it to her, she was still writing quickly. After putting down the pen, she suddenly found that she had involuntarily written three large sheets of densely packed words.

Taking Zhuangzhuang with him, he ran straight to the post station without stopping, and only felt relieved on the way back.

Poor Zhuangzhuang was laughing all the way. If he knew that Xiaoguo was working hard to send him to school, he might not be able to laugh.

At this moment, I am hoping that the letter can reach Jiang Danhe as soon as possible. If he knew the content of Xiaoguo's letter, he would probably want to accidentally throw it away on the way. Anyway, the later he receives it, the better.

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On the other hand, Xiaoguo was thinking of poor Jiang Shanhe, who was currently resting in his mansion. After celebrating the Chinese New Year, he was extremely tired. Today was his first time returning to his mansion, and he once again lay on his bed, which still vaguely smelled of Xiaoguo's scent.

That's right, ever since Xiaoguo slept in this bed, he has taken good care of it and never changed the sheets and quilt covers, and he has never even washed the pillowcases.

Although it sounded a bit disgusting, he paid great attention to personal hygiene. He used to take a bath once every two or three days, but since he reunited with Xiaoguo, he took a bath almost every day, because he found that Xiaoguo loved to be clean. In order to be worthy of her, he also worked very hard to keep himself clean.

Although the bedding hasn't been changed for a long time, it's still clean and tidy. If you smell it carefully, you can even smell a hint of fragrance.

Just when they fell asleep, Li Shouji was already making a lot of noise over there, without knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Jiang Shanhe closed his eyes tightly, veins on his forehead bulged, and his fists tightened and loosened.

That guy had special permission from the Emperor, so he could do whatever he wanted and not go to the barracks. So Jiang Shanhe had no choice but to turn a blind eye to it several times. But today he couldn't bear it anymore.

When you can no longer endure, there is no need to endure anymore.

He sat up immediately, put on his shoes, pushed the door open, and went straight to the backyard where Li Shouji was.

Li Shouji deserved it as he had once again challenged Jiang Shanhe's bottom line and once again proved with his body that he could still walk and eat after being beaten three times.