Chapter 16 Who is outside? Who is outside?
"Master Zhang—"
Luo Ying, who was holding Fu Feng's letter in his arms, had not yet appeared when the voice arrived.
The tips of their noses touched, and their lips were almost sticking together. The mist in their eyes quickly dissipated, and after a panicked glance at each other, they avoided each other to the left and right.
Luo Ying walked to the door and saw the two people hurriedly leaving. She also saw their prime minister turning his back to his sister-in-law and tugging at his skirt uncomfortably.
He suddenly had an idea, and without stopping, he turned and slid away smoothly: "Oh, I left something behind. I'd better come back in half an hour."
By the way, he opened his five fingers, grabbed the faces of the subordinates who were following him, and pushed them back.
There were a few muffled "dong dong" sounds, and the group of people who retreated to the next courtyard began to stack up the Arhats.
Zhang Min's face turned green instantly, and he wanted to climb over the wall and beat up those useless subordinates one by one.
Especially the falling shadow.
Come over anytime, just a little bit, and the lady will kiss you!!
The scent of peach blossoms had already reached the tip of his nose, entangled with his breath, and was about to hit his lips and teeth.
He had opened his mouth to catch it.
As a result, it just came to an abrupt end and was gone.
Gone!!
Zhang Min held his breath, and his cheeks instantly swelled up like a puffer fish.
But he couldn't really climb over the wall.
I had no choice but to make up a lame excuse like "It's almost 3 p.m., my lady, I'll go over first" and hurried over.
Being in the courtyard, Zhang Min pretended to be a good teacher, fearing that Ye Jindian might hear him. He said politely, "How are you all? Where is the class seat?"
As soon as the door of the main room was closed and the cellar was opened, he threw people in, settled the accounts with them first and then took them out one by one to read and write.
The subordinate suggested: "Prime Minister, why don't we not leave the cellar."
They thought it would be nice to work in the cellar.
Zhang Min gave them one word: "Get lost."
"Okay."
The subordinates grabbed the edge of the cellar entrance, used their hands to lift their bodies, threw themselves forward, and rolled out of the cellar smoothly.
His movements are so skillful and his posture so graceful that it is impeccable.
Zhang Min: “…”
As long as they put in even 30% effort in their studies, he won't have to worry.
On the first day of teaching them, Zhang Min did not make it difficult for them. He just asked them to start with "X National Policy" and read it first.
Luo Ying handed the letter to him, then went to get the accountant from the mansion to calculate for him how much money an ordinary teacher could save in three to five years, excluding daily expenses.
The team leader and the team leader watched their backs as they left the peak, full of envy, wishing they could take their place.
The accountant came over quickly to calculate the bill, and then took out a box of cash and put it on the table.
Looking at the small box of money, Zhang Min curled his lips: "Tsk, it's really useless."
It took him three to five years to save up such a small amount of money, which was not enough to make a good sword for his wife.
Subordinate: “…”
The Prime Minister is so cruel to himself.
Soon, they found out that a certain prime minister was also quite cruel to them.
For a passage from a famous classic, read it over and over a hundred times in local dialect instead of official language; after reading it through three or five times, recite it; if you can't recite it, read the entire passage a hundred times; after memorizing it, write it out first and then write it down from memory. If you make a mistake in transcribing or reciting a word, you have to copy it a hundred more times.
Famous scholars’ interpretations, if your words are full of nonsense, copy them a hundred times; if your words don’t fully express your ideas, copy them a hundred times; if your words fully express your ideas but can’t be embellished… copy them a hundred times again.
After eight or ten consecutive days of classes, the only words left in everyone's ears were "copy it a hundred times"—the three words that echoed in their minds like a mantra.
I dream in the middle of the night and when I wake up I always say, "Master, I understand. Please give me another chance."
In less than half a month, a group of people felt like they had shed a layer of skin and complained bitterly.
They shed tears in their hearts and just wanted to give their prime minister a word: Your name is not Min, but Judge.
The pen in his hand doesn't seem to be used for writing, but for taking their lives!
Ye Jindian occasionally felt that the sound of reading coming from next door was quite strange, as if it had a tone that sounded like someone was about to cry but not yet.
It’s really strange. If studying is so painful, why do we still need to hire a teacher?
She casually told this to her husband, and Zhang Min said she had misheard, and that maybe they were just studying after work and were still a little tired.
Is that so?
Ye Jindian was a little confused.
But she was just afraid that her husband would be hired in public but bullied in private, so while paying attention to her husband's movements, she also listened in on it.
She really didn't know what the actual situation was.
The next day, I listened carefully again and found that the reading sounds were neat and powerful. The voice of one person was equivalent to the voices of ten ordinary scholars. Even if I stood at the end of the alley, I could hear it clearly.
Well, maybe she really heard it wrong.
Ye Jindian didn't care much about other people's affairs. Knowing that her husband was not bullied, she stopped leaning on the wall to listen and went out to the major iron shops to find a living.
It’s a pity that there is only one blacksmith shop within a radius of ten miles.
The owner of the blacksmith shop was unwilling to hire her because she was a woman with fair and slender figure.
"My dear, it's getting late. You should go home and cook." The boss said, showing off his shiny arms.
The guy in the blacksmith shop also let out a few suppressed laughs, probably because he was afraid that she was too shy to laugh, but he really couldn't help it.
However, the passers-by who only heard it laughed even more wildly.
Ye Jindian knew that people had their own prejudices, but she didn't mind. She just said to her boss, "When I was twelve years old, I made weapons for the border troops. Now, 20 to 30 percent of the troops guarding the northern border are still holding the horizontal swords I made..."
Hearing her say this, the others laughed even harder.
The boss also seemed unwilling to bother with the little girl and kicked her out.
Ye Jindian: “…”
The other party was not willing to listen to her finish her words. Even if she had a hundred achievements, what was the use?
As the sun was about to set, she could only return home reluctantly.
Before leaving, she looked back again——
In the dilapidated old house, a furnace as scorching as the sun was burning, and the bellows next to it were pushed and pulled, with flames shooting out from the muzzle.
Even the pliers and farm tools hanging on the wall look so familiar.
Wang Si Niang happened to be pushing a cart full of chrysanthemums towards this side. Seeing her, she called out, "Miss Ye."
"Fourth Mother." Ye Jindian took a few quick steps, lent a hand, and helped her push the cart for a while.
Wang Si Niang was able to catch her breath, raised her sleeve to wipe the sweat off her face, patted her sore arm, and chatted with her all the way.
Their family is indeed at the forefront of the gossip in the city, and they know all kinds of gossip.
What about a man who is greedy and grills and eats the chicken with a few drinking buddies, allowing his wife to slander others for stealing the chicken? What about a mother-in-law who makes things difficult for the new bride, but can't stand her son's soft ears and pretends to be deaf in front of his mother? What about a couple who are not in harmony with each other, and their relationship is even worse, each of them has an affair but refuses to divorce...
In a word: brilliant.
Ye Jindian had no idea that the lives of the neighbors on this street were so extraordinary.
Speaking of the young couple who were having affairs, Wang Si Niang remembered that the books she had collected had not yet been delivered to Ye Jindian.
"Miss Ye, wait for me," she put the cart in the courtyard, wiped her hands, and went to pick up the book, stuffing it into Ye Jindian's arms, "It's very good to read."
Ye Jindian: "...Thank you very much. I'll return it to you after I finish reading it."
Wang Si Niang waved her hand nonchalantly: "Don't worry, if you like, you can stay."
She couldn't pass this thing down to her family, right? Anyway, before Madam Ye left, she had given them a small amount of silver, which was more than enough to buy this book.
"But..." Wang Si Niang picked up Juhua from the car, leaned close to her ear, and whispered in her ear, "Don't blame me for being nagging. This man is like a child at home. What he says on his face may not reflect what he thinks in his heart. He often says one thing and means another. We have to coax him more."
coax?
"Why do you say that, Si Niang?"
Wang Si Niang cleared her throat and said, "Well, it's not that I'm nosy, nor am I spying on you on purpose. It's just a coincidence..."
Ye Jindian was helpless: "Fourth Lady, just speak frankly."
"Well, I'll tell you what I'm saying. Don't be angry." Wang Si Niang wiped her hands on her skirt a little embarrassedly. "I don't know what happened between you and your wife, but when I went out today, I saw your husband standing at the entrance of the alley, watching you go out. That look in his eyes...tsk tsk, that's what they call a loving look among scholars. It's just like that."
But as soon as she greeted the other person, he became more restrained and serious, no longer showing any infatuated look.
Ye Jindian was stunned.
Recently, she felt quite guilty because of the last time they almost kissed. Although she did not avoid him on purpose, her words and actions were somewhat vague and uncomfortable.
A person as meticulous as him should have noticed it.
and--
He was so easily shy. Even days after the incident, he would still steal glances at her. When he caught her eye, he would immediately blush, lower his eyes, and stop looking at her, leaving her speechless even when she wanted to explain what happened that day.
Ye Jindian thought of her beautiful husband's back as he fled that sunset. Her eyes moved and she asked her, "How do I coax him?"
She was absolutely certain that her handsome husband didn't mind being closer to her.
Speaking of this kind of thing, Wang Si Niang became excited, using all kinds of tricks and sweet words, and she was even more excited and gesticulating when she spoke, so there was no worry that her true meaning would not be understood.
This made the secret guards who could only see her expression feel itchy and wanted to get closer to listen to what she was saying.
However, the Prime Minister only asked them to provide protection and did not instruct them to eavesdrop. They did not dare to get close, let alone follow him.
"But..." Ye Jindian took the hand that was wrapped around her waist away, "My husband is shy and blushes easily. I'm afraid he can't bear it."
He was so embarrassed before I even kissed him. If she really used such a clingy method, he would definitely bleed from his nose.
No, no, let’s nourish him first.
She said, "It would be better to try some common ways of coaxing people."
Wang Si Niang thought about it and agreed.
Mr. Zhang looks like a weak scholar, and he is nothing compared to the rough man in their family.
"Then while he's not paying attention, just go over and kiss his little face?"
The idea of innocence was too far away from her, and Wang Si Niang could hardly remember it.
Ye Jindian stood in the courtyard holding the book, and said these bold words to Wang Si Niang, feeling a little uncomfortable.
She was afraid that someone would ask her about it and she would not be able to respond, so after moving the chrysanthemums for her, she quickly said goodbye and returned to her own house.
The secret guard changed his shift at the end of the afternoon and came back to tell Zhang Min about Ye Jindian being rejected for a job.
At that time, Luo Ying asked him: "Prime Minister, should we find someone to replace my sister-in-law..."
Zhang Min wanted to make his own decision, but since it involved something that really concerned Ye Jindian, he thought carefully for a long time before shaking his head.
"You can pay more attention to all matters related to this, but don't interfere. Let her handle it herself."
Seeing her at this moment, Zhang Min's eyes showed a little more concern.
He held the "Zishui Jingzhu" in his hand and walked towards her with a faint smile: "Madam..."
The handsome husband in green willow-colored clothes was sitting under the tree. Ye Jindian didn't notice his figure and was startled. She subconsciously hugged the things in her arms and took two steps back.
This thing is not something she can show to others openly. Although she is not thin-skinned, she is not particularly thick-skinned either.
This is a defensive posture.
Zhang Min immediately stopped and looked at her: "Madam?"
"Ahem." Ye Jindian felt a little guilty and hid the book behind her back. "Are you hungry? I'll put the food down and cook."
Zhang Min: “…”
Why is my wife worried about something again but avoiding talking about it?
Who is outside and what is going on? It is enough to make her so confused!
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