When Su Shien went to the academy again, he felt a rare sense of tranquility. Apart from literary and poetry gatherings, no one even invited him to formal drinking parties.
It is rumored that there is a jealous and cruel man in Su Xiucai's family. The advantage of having a good reputation is that it eliminates all interference around him.
For the next two and a half years, Su Shien could concentrate on his studies without distraction.
However, he also needs classmates and friends. After all, he will be involved in the officialdom in the future, and personal connections are very important.
It is difficult to find good teachers and friends. He needs to carefully distinguish who he can make friends with and who he should stay away from.
Han Zeyu is his little wife, not his male mother, so he doesn't bother to care about her!
In two months, it will be the tenth anniversary of Baihualou's opening. It is a great business opportunity, and Han Zeyu believes that he must get a piece of the pie.
It just so happened that they had to move their things to the store that day, and from now on he and Su Shien would be living near the dock.
Aunt Zhou was quite reluctant to let go. This child was really likable and full of energy every day.
The three little girls stayed here to learn the craft from the old lady. Yu Lian is now a good assistant to Master Zhou. She will be able to become a master in another year or two.
Yuanyuan studied very hard. Her mother said that this was a good skill and that once she learned it, she would never go hungry.
When the Chen couple heard that Tiezhu was able to redeem himself, they seemed to see hope. As long as they worked hard, perhaps they could one day be freed from slavery.
At least Yuanyuan can marry an honest and good man like an ordinary girl.
Han Yumo and Yuanyuan are still apprentices, and they can help out.
Aunt Zhou knew that Yumo was the boss's biological sister, and that the child didn't need to learn too much, just the basics would be enough.
Han Zeyu also had the same attitude. She was not asked to become a top embroiderer, as that would be too hard. She just wanted to learn casually.
There were many restrictions on women in ancient times. The higher the status of women, the less freedom they had. Young girls only had a dozen years in their boudoirs, so they could do as they pleased!
Zhao did not agree with her son's idea, but her old man changed his mind and supported his eldest son's free-range policy.
Zhao was worried! She didn't learn anything, and she didn't know anything. What would she do when she got married?
Han Zeyu felt that there was some truth to it. One should not spoil children too much, so it would be better to just leave it as it is.
"Yumo, learn how to do accounting from big brother! When our business gets bigger and bigger, you can dress up beautifully, with an account book in your left hand and an abacus in your right hand. Isn't that cool?"
Han Yumo looked at her elder brother with starry eyes: "Is that okay? Will you teach me personally?"
Ah, this...
How come a little girl has no sense of boundaries?
"Go learn from our mother. She's quite good at it. If you still don't understand something, ask your brother-in-law. I'm so busy! I won't talk to you anymore. I have something else to do!"
Looking at Han Zeyu's fleeing back, Zhao sneered repeatedly: "See? Your eldest brother is the most unreliable. Do you still expect him to teach you? I think he's too tired to even open his mouth to eat."
Han Yumo sighed and had to admit that her mother was right, because she had seen her brother-in-law pick fish bones, peel eggs, and peel rice dumplings for her eldest brother more than once...
When my eldest brother stayed in bed, my husband would bring him a bowl of porridge to feed him.
Han Yumo sighed again. She had never enjoyed this treatment when she was a child.
Zhao asked her to stand aside and not get in the way.
This little ungrateful kid is just that. When he was lying in her arms drinking milk, wasn't it me who fed him to his mouth myself?
Little Yumo felt the coldness of the world. She suddenly missed her third brother who had gotten into trouble with her. She didn't know how he was doing as he was studying in a private school far away.
Han Zeli said: I am practicing calligraphy very hard, and my life is worse than death, so please don't worry about me.
Han Zeyu pulled half a cart of cloth and brought it to Aunt Zhou. He demonstrated with her for a long time, then tried it on his body, and finally turned it around countless times, making Aunt Zhou dizzy. Finally, she understood the effect he wanted.
She waved her hand tiredly and politely sent Han Zeyu away. She took back what she had said before. This man was sometimes too lively, which was not always a good thing.
Half a month passed in a blink of an eye. Han Zeyu came excitedly to pick up the goods. After bidding farewell to Aunt Zhou who looked worried, Han Zeyu drove a horse-drawn carriage and set off with half a cart of finished products.
Aunt Zhou was really worried. She wondered if such good material could be sold after being made into such a horrible shape. Who would buy it?
I don't know what that kid was thinking. What kind of person would wear a mosquito net? It's a nice round tablecloth, but he had to make a hole in it. What a waste.
The sun was shining brightly at noon, and as soon as the door of Baicui Tower opened, a carriage came galloping and stopped steadily at the gate.
Han Zeyu jumped off the carriage, fastened his beloved ride, and started chatting with the servant at the door in a very familiar manner.
The servant was a little confused by the question. This young man looked unfamiliar, but his tone seemed like that of a familiar customer who had come many times. Could it be that he was shortsighted?
A gleam of light flashed in Han Zeyu's eyes, and he immediately abandoned the confused servant and ran towards someone who wanted to retreat secretly.
"My dear sister, where are you going? I just came in and ran into you. What a fate!"
The madam secretly rolled her eyes and asked the heavens speechlessly, is it possible that she ran into this little evil star as retribution for getting up late?
She didn't even see the man's face clearly just now. When she turned the corner and heard the man's voice, she instantly woke up and quickly stepped back. Unfortunately, it was too late and she was still caught.
To be honest, she had never been so scared when she was cursed by countless people, driven away by her family, and betrayed by men.
Han Zeyu was really not kind. He used supernatural power pressure of up to level 2.75, which caused an indelible psychological trauma to others.
Han Zeyu reflected deeply on this and decided that he would use it less, more carefully, or not at all in the future.
"Good sister, I'm here to give you something good, are you happy?"
The madam's heart was like a thousand horses galloping, what a sin!
He chuckled stiffly twice and said with a forced smile: "What, what good stuff? Let Aunt Qing see it."
Han Zeyu frowned and said seriously, "What's Aunt Qing? It's obviously Sister Qing. It's too formal. This is not good."
The madam really thinks it's a good idea to keep some distance. This kid just has no sense of boundaries.
He actively showed people the unique clothes he designed and collected the payment in a firm attitude.
Han Zeyu did not take the money in vain. He did not want others to accuse him of being a black-hearted merchant who forced people to buy or sell. He actually gave a lot of useful suggestions.
The madam stood on the second floor, looking at the dancing red lotus downstairs, and rubbed her eyes. She seemed to have had an illusion just now. The non-stop spinning red lotus seemed to have really turned into a blooming lotus.
It turns out that the big skirt that looks like a tablecloth is so amazing once it spins.
The madam is really ignorant. What do you mean it looks like a tablecloth? It's clearly a modified tablecloth!
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