Chapter 28 It’s a pure wooden bicycle!
"We won't talk about colors today~"
Su Jinghe looked at Princess Fukang, who was dressed in colorful clothes and had many small pendants of various colors jingling on her body.
As soon as he finished speaking, Princess Fukang and Zui Xinglai looked a little depressed, and Su Jinghe hurried to comfort the children.
"But yesterday's lesson is a good time to test your knowledge of colors today. Your Highnesses, have you both learned a lot?"
Su Jinghe readily accepted the advice and made sure that the efforts of his only two students were not in vain.
"Yes~" "Ah!" They nodded as they spoke. The two princes had a very good attitude in class and cooperated very well with the teaching.
"Did you recognize all the words of different colors yesterday? Can you write them?" He hesitated.
"Let's play a game. I'll write a word, one of you will be in charge of finding it, and another will be in charge of saying it. How about that?"
"Okay!" They agreed quickly, but when they started playing the game, the two little guys found something wrong.
"This one is red." Princess Fukang got the red one, but although she understood it, she could only utter "ah ah".
"Ah! Ah!" Zui Xinglai recognized the word "Zi", and Princess Fukang had no way of deciphering the "Ah ah" command.
"Haha..." Su Jinghe laughed out loud, and after being glared at by the palace maids, eunuchs, and guards, he became obedient, turned sideways, and shook his shoulders while trying not to laugh out loud.
The two children were very serious and followed the rules. When they found that Zui Xinglai had language problems that could not be overcome in a short time, they asked Zui Xinglai to be responsible for discovering and directing.
But the problem is that children’s brain capacity is not enough and they can’t recognize many words.
Of the last seven colors, I was most likely to recognize the more complex font of "Purple" and three other characters.
"Great! The first round ended perfectly. Our team conquered four characters and successfully found the corresponding colored items~"
Su Jinghe was quite happy after easing the class a bit. He settled the bill for the two children and said, "If you ask me to evaluate this teamwork, I would rate it as...good. It's pretty good, but there's still room for improvement."
"We didn't complete everything this time, so there will definitely be problems next time."
"Um!"
The two children nodded with high morale.
Outside the classroom, two people who were secretly looking inside through the wooden window were still having fun.
The people who came were Song Renzong and Lu Yijian.
"You still say you are worried, but isn't the teaching very good? He already knows so many characters. It's educational and entertaining, very creative." If Lu Yijian hadn't been here, Song Renzong would have had to go in and listen to two classes himself.
"If it were you, could you take two of them to study together?"
Lu Yijian looked at Su Jinghe who was already teaching numbers, "Your Highnesses will be carrying a lot of odds and ends tomorrow, right? Just to make up the numbers."
Why?
Song Renzong thought about last night when he wanted to do some family activities, but ended up being pointed at different colors and talked about them for a long time.
If he went today, he'd be asked to count one, two, three, right? Perhaps this time he wasn't showing off his writing skills, but was being asked to write.
It's numb.
What made Song Renzong even more terrified was that Su Jinghe seemed to be getting into the mood and started to give the two little noses some scientific knowledge.
"Today is May 16th. We use numbers to define each day. For example, Fukang and Zuixinglai both have formal names, but many poor children whose families can't read use their birth dates as their names."
"For example, if someone's surname is Zhu and they were born on the eighth day of the eighth lunar month, they would be named ~"
"Zhu Baba!" Princess Fukang actively interacted.
"Eight!" Zui Xinglai pronounced this "eight" quite clearly.
"Did you hear that? Zui Xinglai can talk now, right?" Song Renzong hadn't left yet, he was so excited. "Before, they could only say 'ah'... We absolutely can't withdraw. Let him teach. Go, go, go, don't delay their studies."
There was no chance to delay at all, and Lu Yijian, who even spoke in a low voice, was pushed away by Song Renzong.
Su Jinghe, who was attending class inside, didn't pay any attention at all. He was still immersed in the "important historical moment" that he had deliberately created.
Having a princess of the Song Dynasty call out the name of the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, this sense of historical disconnection is really amazing.
Princess Fukang glanced outside, but didn't care and continued with the class.
——
Today's school is very different from yesterday.
"Is this for me?" Su Jinghe looked at the food box in front of him and at the eunuch who handed it to him.
The eunuch didn't dare to explain the whole story, and just said it was a gift from the emperor.
[Great! I found out that there are still some parents who provide delicious desserts after school. Can you give me the boxes too?
Wow, if I keep doing this over time, I'll make a lot of money selling the boxes. Hehe, since they don't have any palace-specific logos or anything, I can still sell them!]
Su Jinghe's happy voice made some people unhappy.
"Let's engrave labels on all the boxes tomorrow." Song Renzong said with regret, as if "we can just treat these things as thrown away now."
I really need to prepare every day because of this sentence.
Zhang Dexiang, who was reporting to Song Renzong, began to envy his former subordinate when he heard these words.
Although this voice of the heart is often heard by others, the people who hear it will really give preference to it if they say so!
Song Renzong was not so kind to these old ministers!
Su Jinghe didn't know. Su Jinghe went out with the box. As soon as he arrived at the palace gate, he saw his entrepreneurial partner.
"Come, come, let's eat something from the palace to fill our stomachs." Su Jinghe greeted people while holding a box.
"Your life is much more comfortable now than when you were in the kiln factory. Why are you still taking things out?" The person who came was Wang Wenjun.
Yesterday, the two of them came up with the idea of starting a business together. Although they wanted to take advantage of the "Silk Road", they really hadn't thought of anything specific. Including Wang Anshi, the three of them hadn't figured out any direction at all.
"Then it's a good opportunity for us to go and see if there is anything on the streets of Bianjing that can make us rich?" Wang Wenjun took Su Jinghe and got into her carriage.
Su Jinghe got in the car and suddenly thought, "We are a single man and a single woman..."
"Go downstairs." Wang Wenjun rolled his eyes.
"Just pretend I don't exist." Su Jinghe Qianqian despised her own brain that was clouded by feudalism, and took a bite of the pastry awkwardly.
"It tastes terrible... It tastes terrible... If I could sell food in the palace, I would definitely make money."
"Is it so bad?" Wang Wenjun only thought about trying it after hearing the words "can make money".
"It's okay, a little sweet, the taste is just right, but it feels like it's been sitting for a little too long."
"Desserts like pastries naturally have to be a little sweeter to taste good. This one is not even slightly sweet, it has no sweetness at all!" Su Jinghe is a typical sugar lover and has higher requirements for sweetness.
Wang Wenjun could not deny it, "If you don't eat it, I will."
I'm just hungry.
When he was shopping as a tourist before, he already felt that Bian Jing Xiang Fang was prosperous. Now observing it from the perspective of a businessman, Su Jinghe was even more attracted by the dazzling array of shops with unique characteristics.
"To sell tea, I just opened a shop for tea drinkers to drink tea, and brought in storytellers to tell stories..." Su Jinghe couldn't even think of how to innovate such a store.
There are even four treasures of the study, calligraphy and painting provided by the store, and many people chat and discuss their hobbies with tea friends here.
"We'd better not open this kind of tea shop. There is no tea plantation to support it. Once we become popular, we will be at the mercy of others, and it is impossible for us to be more innovative than others." Wang Wenjun has some understanding of this.
Su Jinghe knew that his aunt Cheng Jiamin was blocked from supplying raw materials by suppliers. Before opening a restaurant, she opened two farms and hired many farmers to grow crops and vegetables. Even so, she was blocked from supplying seasonings once.
"It's still okay to have some new ideas. We can open a milk tea shop, a coffee shop, a Coke, Sprite, and mineral water shop..." Su Jinghe swallowed his saliva as he spoke.
That's delicious.
"Huh?" Wang Wenjun didn't understand what he said next, but the "milk tea shop" heard it clearly. "Selling milk and tea? That's even more difficult. Raising cattle and sheep also requires space."
Raising cattle and sheep...
When I was dealing with the cattle and sheep of Liao, I thought about opening a milk tea shop, but I never really started selling anything. If I were to buy some now and sell them locally...
"Forget it, I still have to buy some candy." Forget about selling milk tea in Liao. Su Jinghe didn't want to work so hard and end up letting others eat the good stuff.
He gave up on this project in Bian Jing. This time it was not because he was reluctant to buy sugar, but because the shelf life of milk forced him to raise cattle and sheep, and he could not find such suitable land.
After a while, they saw a shop selling pastries. Su Jinghe combined the experience of the imperial pastries he had just eaten and felt that modern cakes could also bring about a new culinary storm.
He quickly gave up on the idea. His dessert-making skills were limited to this level. It wouldn't matter if he made some for people he knew to try, but if he really wanted to sell it, he might not be able to...
"Hey, this is pretty good."
While Su Jinghe was seeing one and then passing one himself, Wang Wenjun arrived in front of a stall.
"Hmm?" Su Jinghe also leaned over. It was a "grocery store", with "miscellaneous" items in the literal sense. There were pens, inkstones, paper, folding fans, teacups, and even a stone. At first glance, he had no idea what Wang Wenjun was talking about.
"What did you say is good?" Su Jinghe leaned close to Wang Wenjun's ear and asked in a low voice for fear of being heard.
"That's it..." When Wang Wenjun was talking to Su Jinghe, Su Jinghe happened to turn his head to talk to her. Their faces were facing each other, so close that they could feel each other's breath.
"It's this sachet." Wang Wenjun stood up straight in an instant.
"Ah, sachet, sachet is good, sachet is good." Su Jinghe didn't know why, but felt a little embarrassed and touched his nose awkwardly.
"One tael of silver for a sachet." The boss seemed to think that they didn't understand the market, or perhaps he simply wanted to cheat these two young people. He sold the sachet for 20 cents to others, but only one tael of silver to them.
Wang Wenjun turned and left. She just thought that the design was simple and not difficult to make. It was just right to sell it to foreigners, so she wouldn't be taking advantage of them.
After the two of them tentatively decided on a product, new problems arose.
"As for sachets, even if they're just plain-colored sachets with no design, someone still needs to finish them. Not to mention we want them to have a fragrance. If we really put Chinese medicinal herbs in them, it wouldn't fit in with our low-cost strategy."
Su Jinghe didn't have any idea about this. As for handicrafts...
"I do have an idea of what we should sell domestically."
"Ah?" Wang Wenjun looked at Su Jinghe. "Are you crazy? Are you trying to compete with people like us in the Song Dynasty who can sell anything?"
"I do have an idea. It requires a factory, preferably with carpenters. If..." After Su Jinghe thought about it, he suddenly wanted to grasp both internal and external aspects. He described it to Wang Wenjun enthusiastically as they walked, "It will definitely sell well. There is definitely a market for this here!"
"Carpenter?..." Wang Wenjun wanted to ask them how they could contact a reliable carpenter.
As a result, as soon as I entered a restaurant, I heard a quarrel in the lobby.
"Your family doesn't respect me!" A man's voice was quite loud. After saying this, his tears fell faster than those of a Qiong Yao heroine. Although he was not as perfect as others, it could be seen that he had deliberately managed his expression. He did not have the grimacing look of an ordinary person crying.
The person he was crying and scolding was actually a girl sitting opposite him. Behind the girl was a maid, who looked even more indignant than the girl. However, the girl herself was very calm, with no change in her expression, as if she was not the one being stared at and becoming the focus of the crowd. She was still drinking tea leisurely.
"Every time, every time I talk to you, you are like this, pretending not to hear and doing your own thing. You don't respect me!" The man didn't know whether this was part of the performance or he was tired of crying, but he fell to the ground with tears in his eyes. He didn't look embarrassed at all, and all he did was randomly hit a passerby and wail.
The person he hit happened to be a man sitting diagonally behind him.
The man helped the man up with one hand, then turned around to pay the bill and left, completely ignoring the scene that looked like a melon.
This is truly an extraordinary level of perseverance!
Neither Su Jinghe nor Wang Wenjun refused to listen to such a sudden gossip. They sat down immediately and chose a private room on the second floor. The view was good from a high vantage point. Although some of the sound was lost, it happened to be a quarrel and the noise was quite loud.
"Meng Jiaojiao, don't act like a dead person every day. The kind people passing by are more humane than you. They even know to help me. I am scolded in your house all day long. I have to do the laundry and cooking every day. I have to do all the family chores. Why don't you feel sorry for me?" The man looked at Meng Jiaojiao, and there seemed to be some expectation on his face.
"Oh, he's still busy with housework. What a good man."
"Who says she isn't? She's actually pretty, and it's really funny when she cries."
Su Jinghe heard the sound of other people discussing next to him. He looked around in surprise, but saw no one, only wood on both sides.
This private room is different from other private rooms in the past. The seats are not facing the window, but facing the downstairs.
Huh? Su Jinghe thought something was wrong, but his attention was quickly drawn to the people in the audience.
The woman spoke, her voice no quieter than the man's.
"My family doesn't respect you? My family doesn't respect you. You married into our family, but you didn't bring anything in. We prepared a dowry for you, but you gave it all to your own family the moment you turned around. Who else can you have in your family without a father or a mother? Oh, there are people like you. There's your cousin who came from nowhere!"
"That's my sister. How could I lie to you?" The man, perhaps feeling guilty or anxious, quickly changed the subject. "Ten days ago, I caught you drinking with someone in a private room at a restaurant. How do you explain that?"
"The young lady was discussing official business with someone." The maidservant next to her couldn't stand it anymore and started to explain for her young lady.
Unexpectedly, the man, perhaps not understanding what he was saying, let out a rather exaggerated "Ah!" and collapsed onto the table. A muffled sobbing sound came from under his arm. "Official business, official business. She was drinking alone with a man and a woman just to discuss official business. My cousin and I were drinking innocently at home and we just happened to sleep in the same bed. She didn't even touch me. Does that mean we were definitely talking about personal matters?"
"Wow!" someone in the next box exclaimed in surprise, "This isn't a private matter, we call it a private affair."
Some people even shouted directly, "That lady, divorce him! He's cheating on you! You can't have a man like him. Find someone new, someone who's better looking, more capable, and more sensible!"
"Chen Ze, when we were together, you said that you would stay at home and take care of your wife and children. Now you take my money and go out to spend money on wine and women with your cousin every day. My family says a few words to you and you quarrel with me in public. Are you trying to embarrass me?" Meng Jiaojiao's expression management was also very good, from heartache to sadness, and then gradually heartbreak.
She turned around with her maid, "Let's go."
Chen Ze looked heartbroken, with his head buried, not knowing whether he was crying or doing something else, lying on the table.
After a while, the servant came over and patted him, "Sir, would you like to pay the bill?"
"She...damn Meng Jiaojiao, why did she leave!" Chen Ze's eyes were red, and he didn't care about other people's eyes. He searched his pockets and begged the servant to find someone in a tea shop opposite.
"She usually wears white clothes. Her name is Jiang Weiwei. She's a very pretty girl. Please ask her to come over for me. Tell her that Chen Ze asked her out and she's back."
At the end of the conversation, there was no trace of embarrassment on Chen Ze's face about not being able to touch the money. Instead, he had a confident expression of "women love me very much".
"Wow, you're out of money, are you going to find another young lady to pay?"
"This guy doesn't look very good, but he's quite good at deceiving people."
"Could this new young lady be the cousin you're talking about?"
Before the servant came back, everyone secretly discussed this matter for a long time.
Su Jinghe felt that if this man had better hearing, he would probably be able to hear these people whispering.
"This man is such trash, he's not even as good as a piece of waste pottery." Wang Wenjun also heard it and felt very sympathetic towards Meng Jiaojiao, and angrily scolded Chen Ze.
"I've given him everything, but he can't even keep himself quiet. Such a man is rubbish!"
"That's right!" Su Jinghe also didn't understand. "Marrying into someone else's family, don't they have servants? And you exaggerate to make yourself so miserable. What about taking care of the housework? I think it's all made up!"
"Knock knock knock." There was a knock on the door next door.
Su Jinghe looked over and saw that in the place that seemed seamless, there was a board the size of a "window" that was shaking a little from the knocking sound.
Soon a waiter from the restaurant came over and said, "Sir, the guest next to you wants to chat with you."
"Ah?" Su Jinghe was confused, "Then..."
"Let's talk about it." This was the first time Wang Wenjun had such a novel memory, so he agreed.
The small window opened, and a head was scratching at it. "Sir, do you think this story has any logic?"
The man looked like a scholar. While talking to Su Jinghe, he was taking notes with a pen and paper. He asked with some confusion.
"Don't wealthy families need to do their own laundry and cooking? Why do they let others do all these things every day?"
"Ah?" Su Jinghe looked at him like this, and combined with this question, he felt something was wrong, so he opened the system to take a look.
[Oh my god, is this the restaurant's contracted writer? Responsible for writing new scripts every day and having people perform them? Aren't Meng Jiaojiao, Chen Ze, and even the waiter all part of the performance? Does anyone else know about this? Why do they all look so indignant?]
How come there are still "stage plays" to watch now? Are all restaurants in Bianjing this competitive?
If Su Jinghe's thoughts were heard by others, they would probably accuse him.
All of this is Su Jinghe's fault!
It was when he was running a mobile food stall and asked people to tell stories that attracted a lot of people! Now they have to roll up their sleeves, and every restaurant has invited storytellers.
The further internal competition in the restaurant also involves the story of Su Jing and his aunt. His aunt is really a business genius. Not only does she have her own understanding of opening a store, she also pays attention to employee training.
A restaurant that serves new dishes almost once a month, everyone who enters can experience the thoughtful and considerate service, which anyone would come back to experience again!
But such employee training is difficult. They poached people from Cheng Jiamin's restaurant, but the former employees were unable to turn others into the same type. Instead, they only added to the ridicule of trying to draw a tiger but ended up drawing a dog.
This restaurant decided to go all out and simply hired someone to write and tell the stories themselves!
Well, it has been running for a month, and there are not stories every day. There are about eight shows a month, and different people participate in each show. Now it is the eighth show. The reputation of the restaurant has spread, and many people come here to eat and have fun.
People don’t know whether this is true or not for the time being, they just know that there are always people quarreling in this restaurant and there is always new gossip to be heard.
Su Jinghe looked at the "author" and asked, "You wrote this? Is this story yours?"
"Huh?" Wang Wenjun looked around, but couldn't figure out why Su Jinghe came to this conclusion. "How did you figure that out? Isn't he just a scholar like my brother?"
She even looks more shabby than her brother. She is probably the same type as her brother who doesn't like to take care of herself.
"Yes." Unexpectedly, the author hadn't thought of hiding anything at all. "I'm writing a story here. Was I asking you too hastily just now? Did you see that?"
He even wanted to ask this clearly and get an answer from Su Jinghe.
"As for the logic just now, could you please tell me the details?"
Why don’t poor authors write about the practicalities of rich people’s lives?
Su Jinghe closed his eyes and explained his logic to the author. In the end, he received the author's thanks and the small window closed again.
Wang Wenjun, who had felt like he had been hit hard on the head by reality since they started chatting, seemed to have just woken up.
"No? This story is fake? Someone wrote it. What about these?"
While they were chatting, the following plot had already unfolded.
The servant did not bring anyone back the first time he went, but only brought back a handkerchief and a sentence, "Miss Jiang said she would not destroy your family, so she asked you to keep this handkerchief as a souvenir."
Chen Ze looked at the handkerchief and burst into tears. He took out a handkerchief from his arms on the spot. He even took out this handkerchief from his innermost layer after undressing. When he handed his handkerchief to the servant, his clothes were already disheveled, and most of his chest was exposed.
There was a sound of gasps in the restaurant.
Only the servant was holding a yellowed handkerchief, his expression was quite indescribable.
But when he came back, a beautiful woman in a white dress was following him.
The woman burst into tears as soon as she saw Chen Ze. Her acting was much better than Chen Ze's. She looked so pitiful that many people felt pity for her on the spot.
"She must have been deceived by this man. She is so innocent, what could she have done wrong?"
When Su Jinghe saw it, the two of them were already hugging each other and crying, and then they scraped together money to pay the bill. They looked like a pair of star-crossed lovers, handing over all their valuables, and then leaving together in misery.
“Are these people fake too?”
Wang Wenjun is now exposed to performing arts when watching plays, but the performances on the stage are all vivid and colorful, which seems to be an ordinary and real thing!
"They must be paid performers."
Su Jinghe's expression was much calmer. Modern people are like this, they are knowledgeable and know a lot of things, he sighed.
"This boss really has a good business sense. He even put on a stage play in the Song Dynasty."
As he said that, he glanced at the system and found that the system was recommending him——
[#Young girl's wage claim: is this a loss of humanity or a distortion of morality?]
We have to go in and take a look. The issue of demanding wages still exists in the Song Dynasty. Su Jinghe has always believed that the Song Dynasty has a stronger spirit of contract than modern times.
After all, capitalists are best at finding loopholes in contracts, but feudal landlords are very good at drafting contracts that only benefit themselves.
It has come to this, how can you not fulfill the contract?
[She, Mo Yanxiao, whose ancestors once produced a great Mohist master! Mozi! Now, generations have kept their identities secret, and she is just an ordinary carpenter. But she is still young, and although she has carpentry skills, she doesn't get many orders. In addition, she is a relatively pretty girl. Every time she takes an order, she encounters some strange people. To protect her safety, her family rarely lets her out in public.
Her family didn't have much money, and neither did she. She just happened to come across a restaurant recruiting actors, so she came. After playing the role of Meng Jiaojiao, her acting skills were highly praised by the boss, who wanted to sign a long-term contract with her. However, Mo Yanxiao didn't tell her family about this at all, and she only wanted to do a short-term job.
The two had a disagreement, and the boss threatened Mo Yanxiao with salary to stop working here.
"Hey, hey, hey, let's go, we have found the carpenter we are looking for!" Su Jinghe's eyes lit up, and he pulled Wang Wenjun up. Wang Wenjun didn't understand what was going on, so he dragged him two steps.
"Why did it stop?" Wang Wenjun was bewildered. "Didn't they say they found it?"
As for the carpenter's words, they could actually be put in sachets. Wang Wenjun knew that some woods had very nice smells. It would be great to make beautiful shavings into sachets, put them in sachets, and then sell them at a high price to those people in the Liao Kingdom who pretended to be civilized people.
"I found it, but now I have a problem. I don't know where the owner of this restaurant is."
Su Jinghe was scratching his head.
"I know, I'll take you there!" The small window next to it was not open, but the author's voice was heard.
"Let's go!" Su Jinghe shouted excitedly, "If you lose this job, come to my aunt's restaurant to write stories. I'll let her rehearse a stage play, the second most luxurious one in Bianjing."
"The second most luxurious? Fanlou?" This author does have some knowledge, but not much.
"Hey? No, I'm talking about Chunjing Tower." The name was recently changed, and along with the name, the decoration inside and outside were also changed.
"That's the most prosperous place in Bianjing, right? I heard it's the favorite place for officials, and many princes and nobles also go back. It is said that they have powerful backgrounds!" The author told his own gossip.
As the nephew of Cheng Jiamin, the owner of Chunjinglou, Su Jinghe was shocked. "Chunjinglou, number one? A powerful background?"
Where does our Su family's background come from? No, I mean my aunt's Cheng family? Aren't they said to be a good match for our Su family? Why does it sound like this background is so powerful?
Su Jinghe, completely unaware that he had played a role in this, shook his head and said, "It must be a rumor. Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's go find the poster. If you're worried, you can give me directions and we'll leave."
"Hey, hey, hey? You just said you'd introduce me to Chunjinglou, you can't go back on your word." The author's voice immediately became anxious. He thought Su Jinghe was rejecting him. "Let's go!"
The almost invisible door was pushed open by the skilled author. "I'll take you there. You introduce me to Chunjing Tower. That's it."
"It's agreed." Su Jinghe really didn't expect it to be so important...
As expected of my aunt! A career-driven woman!
They arrived just in time and heard the boss's threatening and angry voice from inside the house.
"Mo Yanxiao, don't be so shameless. I've already found out all about your family. Aren't you just a bunch of poor carpenters?"
"Now all the skilled carpenters have been recruited by the Ministry of Industry. Your family has no skills and no money. If you work with me, I won't pay you more than you would as a carpenter at home, right?"
"I don't!" Mo Yanxiao's voice was much clearer than it was in the lobby just now. This time it could be heard that it was not the voice of a thirty-year-old married woman, but the voice of a teenage girl.
She can even make her voice fit her character, which shows that she is really capable.
In modern times, this level of talent would be considered a popular star! He has the acting skills, the voice, and he seems to be pretty good-looking too!
"You have to sign today, whether you want to or not! Hold her down and make her sign!" The boss didn't know who he was talking to, but someone really moved.
"Stop!" The author was also brave. He pushed the door open with his head. His momentum was so strong that he staggered a few steps inside. Fortunately, he bumped into a strong man who was trying to grab Mo Yanxiao's hand and force her to sign.
"Ouch!"
"Bang!"
When they collided, it was easy to reverse the situation.
The author is quite comedic. At this moment, he pressed on the strong man and started taking notes, "appropriate coincidences, there are coincidences everywhere in life."
"Who are you?" the boss was furious.
"Who are you?" Mo Yanxiao seemed to have seen a savior. "Are you here to save me?"
"It could also be a secondary scam, with the intention of saving people but actually taking them to a more secluded place." The author's imagination ran wild at this point.
Mo Yan was so frightened that he didn't dare to move at all. He just stood up and found a corner far away from everyone else, holding a stool in his hand, looking like he was ready to kill anyone who stood in his way.
"Don't think that there is no law in Bianjing City. I..." The boss was still talking, but no one gave him the chance at all.
Su Jinghe picked up the contract on the table and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that it was only signed by the boss, then stuffed it into his pocket.
"You tried to illegally force a child to work for you and didn't pay him. Come with us to Kaifeng Prefecture!"
Su Jinghe didn't know whether it was illegal or legal, but he spoke with great confidence.
"Contract... give me back the contract!" The boss's face turned ferocious and he tried to step forward and snatch the contract.
Just when things were about to get into chaos again, two more people rushed in.
"Boss! Don't bully Xiaoxiao!"
"Xiaoxiao, where are you? Sister will protect you!"
Su Jinghe took a look and thought that they were the two people who had just played the scumbag Chen Ze and the little white flower cousin Jiang Weiwei in the lobby. Both of them looked very nervous. They held sticks in their hands, but their hands were shaking. It seemed that this was the first time they had seen someone holding a stick and confronting someone.
It would be better if it wasn't me who was confronted.
Su Jinghe silently moved aside, and the boss with a ferocious expression appeared.
"Alright, you still want to hit people? Now I'm going to send you to jail!" The boss looked at the two people who didn't hurt anyone with the sticks, and turned his head to look at Su Jinghe, "And you, you broke into someone else's room without my permission, right? Just wait!"
"Hiss..." Wang Wenjun poked Su Jinghe, "Think of a solution, is what he said true?"
How could Su Jinghe say that he, an official appointed by the imperial court, couldn't even remember the laws completely!
Fortunately, there are divine soldiers sent from heaven.
Four people dressed identically came in all at once.
"You guys are never going to stop, are you?" The boss didn't know where he got the courage from, he went up and punched the leader, but was grabbed.
"You are suspected of tax evasion, so come with us." The leader said this, and the two handsome men behind him took out a token at the same time.
"Xuanjiansi."
They spoke in unison, their voices similarly deep.
It was so cool, so cool! Even after everyone had walked a long way, Su Jinghe was still thinking about this cool scene.
The last time I saw something this cool was in anime! And it’s been years since I last watched anime.
"Thank you..." Mo Yanxiao thanked everyone with a depressed look.
"Don't be unhappy. Look, the boss can't bully you anymore." The actor who played Jiang Weiwei came to Mo Yanxiao's side.
"Ah, my salary has not been settled yet, my salary!" The author's words also woke people up, and several young actors present had no salary.
"I'm just... sad about this." Mo Yan sighed. She really needed some money to supplement the family expenses so that her family wouldn't be so tired and would have enough money and time to see a doctor...
"Let's go!" Unexpectedly, the person who stood up at this time was the strong man who had been pressed under the author's buttocks.
"Ask the accountant downstairs for the money."
It seems that this is also a skilled worker who begs for money.
The author leaned over and asked, "Have you ever been owed money, brother? How dare he love you?"
Who would have thought that the big brother would reply, "I'm not a real gangster. I'm just here to act as his thug. Why wouldn't he dare?"
No wonder his fighting ability is so weak. He sat down and didn't get up for a long time.
Oh no, no wonder he is so skilled in asking for salary.
Su Jinghe also immediately understood the logic.
With this big brother leading the way, the accountant was very skilled in collecting wages.
Mo Yanxiao was about to go home like this when he was stopped by Su Jinghe.
"Excuse me, are you a carpenter? I have something I'd like you to help me make. Is that possible?"
I also took on some work for my family!
The smile on Mo Yan's face became more sincere. "Of course no problem, you two? I'll take you to my house."
"Let's go!" Su Jinghe followed happily.
This room was somewhat different from the sage-like residence that Su Jinghe had imagined the Mohist people would have. It was quite ordinary, even a little less fancy than those of his neighbors.
"Do you want this effect? It's OK. Someone in my family knows how to work with cement and can make it."
Mo Yan looked down on Su Jinghe for staring at his neighbor's house, thinking that he liked the design, which happened to be the one their family had commissioned.
"There's no rush for this. I still want to finish the current order first."
Su Jinghe was delighted. With the Mohist people here, wouldn't the "technical feel" he wanted be closer? And all sorts of educational toys could be sold, too.
Tangram, building blocks, Huarongdao...
Wooden bicycles, wooden electric cars...
——
Five days later, Su Jinghe's customized items were delivered to his doorstep by the Mo family, and he took them to work without stopping.
“One, two, one, two, one~” The feeling of sitting on the “bicycle” again is simply wonderful!
It's amazing, made of pure wood, and where the chain should have been is now two horizontal bars above and below to drive the front and rear wheels to move forward in similar rotation.
As he rode along, he encountered many colleagues staring at him with wide eyes, as well as stunned passers-by. Without even turning his head, Su Jinghe rode away at a brisk pace.
After class, Su Jinghe showed off his "new car" to his two students.
Unexpectedly, the two children turned a deaf ear to the world outside and focused on reading the books of sages.
"Teacher Su, let's review yesterday's knowledge points first. My brother and I are ready!" There was no curiosity about bicycles in Princess Fukang's eyes, only the desire to win.
"Ah! Great!" Zui Xinglai also... gradually learned a lot of characters in Su Jinghe's course. Although he can't communicate fluently yet, he has no problem speaking short characters.
"Okay!" Su Jinghe was also quite interested in yesterday's review. "Today we're going to connect idioms. Kids, have you both remembered the idioms we learned yesterday? Do you recognize them? The teacher has prepared some for you~ Clang clang clang!"
Su Jinghe took out a stack of papers, which he had written in advance.
"It's better for one person to talk and one person to put things away. If we divide the work well, we can exchange them~"
Seriously teaching through entertainment, Su Jinghe finally waited for it -
"This thing is amazing, I want it!" The person who spoke was none other than Su Jinghe, who had wanted to break up the Li family before, but heard that the Li family was banished from Bian Jing because of their style of work, and that the whole family would have to move away.
But they have not left yet. At this time, Li Yonghe and Li Wei came to say goodbye to Song Renzong.
Li Wei came to find Princess Fukang as he was familiar with the place. He saw Su Jinghe's car parked outside the door at a glance and shouted loudly.
"I want this too!"
He used his hands and feet to push the car away.
Huh? No?
[Someone, please take care of this. Even if he's Li Wei, he can't just take my things so directly, right?]
Su Jinghe exclaimed in surprise.
Song Renzong was still trying to maintain his relationship with Li Yonghe, but when he heard this voice, his expression immediately turned bad.
Oh my God, Su Jinghe has always looked down on Li Wei, so why is this happening now?
Song Renzong stood up in a hurry.
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