"Hello, Grandma!"
After Chuanwen realized this wasn't a dream, she politely greeted the old lady, which made her laugh heartily. After laughing, she said, "What a polite little girl! But at such a young age, can you teach?"
The entire classroom: ......
Chuanwen's lips twitched. He told the old lady to keep an eye on things, and then had Zheng Yan show the black box first. When the glass lit up, everyone was in an uproar.
Everyone in this classroom had been instructed and told this by their fathers at home, but without seeing it with their own eyes, they simply couldn't understand their fathers' excitement.
Many of those present had read Chuanwu's novel about traveling to the future, and they were all stunned by what they saw.
At that moment, they finally understood their father's excitement. They had originally come out to have fun, but now they put aside their original intentions and stared intently at the black box.
The old woman, who still wanted to cause trouble, fell silent for a moment, staring incredulously at the black box. When her son asked her to come, he only said that if she didn't cause trouble, their family would be unable to make a living in Beijing. Originally, she didn't want to come, but her son's expression was particularly serious, making her feel that this was no small matter, so she came down the mountain with her cane.
However, she felt extremely angry now. This was clearly a fantastic opportunity! Was that bastard afraid she would enjoy this blessing?!
However, the shrewd old lady knew why her son had sent her to cause trouble. Wasn't it just because they didn't have any daughters? Was that such a big deal? There were plenty of nieces back home who wanted to be adopted!
After the demonstration, everyone's enthusiasm was ignited, and Chuanwen began his lecture, starting with the simplest theories.
The girls below were all very attentive, and even the old lady listened carefully and took notes.
After class, Chuanwen curiously went over and asked the old lady what she had written.
The old lady smiled slightly, "A letter from home."
"A letter from home?"
Chuanwen was speechless. So you were being so serious because you were writing a letter home?
Chuanwen caught a glimpse of the family letter out of the corner of his eye, and the most frequent word on it was "bastard!"
The old lady patted Chuanwen on the shoulder and said with great satisfaction, "What a blessing for the Great Jin!"
Chuanwen was baffled. Watching the old lady leave with her cane, he started flipping through the plot to find out what her letter to her family was about.
Haha! Old Dong got really badly scolded!
The old lady's letter was written to her son, and it was full of insults, with only the last sentence mentioning her niece who wanted him to be adopted back in their hometown.
He Lingce buried himself in writing. Hahaha, it's really gratifying that the Imperial Censor who criticizes everyone in the court can actually get himself thoroughly criticized!
Chuanwen spends his days at the school, and in the evenings he goes back to the Changxing Marquis's residence with Chuanyu to rest.
"That's wonderful, Wen-mei! Everyone has missed you so much!"
On the way back, Chuanyu smiled like a flower, while Chuanwen was speechless. It seemed like she had only been to the palace for four or five days, but it was as if she had been away from home for a year and a half.
The two of them took a carriage back. In fact, Chuanyu walked every day, and she wanted to suggest that Chuanwen walk as well, because that way he could get some exercise.
But she knew Chuanwen's nature; she would rather sit than stand, so it was almost impossible for her to abandon the carriage and walk such a long distance. Chuanyu looked at the delicate and tender Wenmei, and then thought about the blisters that might form on her feet after walking so far, and instantly gave in: take the carriage!
When the two returned home, dinner had already been set out. It was a rare occasion for the whole family to be together, with even the busiest Xu Yan, Chuanrui, and Chuanwu present. The elderly couple, Changxing Hou and his wife, looked at this harmonious family and couldn't be more gratified.
Ever since she learned that Chuanwu might be granted the title of Marquis of Dingguo, her mindset has changed. Before, she was afraid that Chuanrui and the others would compete for the title of Marquis of Changxing, but now she thinks the title is too small, and she is also disappointed in her youngest son.
They're both writing books, so why does she write so well while her youngest son can't?
They were all given important positions by the emperor to research weapons and were even promised the title of Marquis of Dingguo. Meanwhile, his own youngest son only knows how to print and sell books. He just grins like an idiot when he gets a little money. Can that money compare to that of the Marquis of Dingguo?
Chuanyi was eating a chicken leg when he suddenly felt a chill down his back. He cautiously looked up and met his mother's glare, which seemed to say, "Eat, eat, eat! All you ever do is eat!"
Then he saw his mother give him a look, signaling him to curry favor with Chuanwu. Of course, this wasn't for nothing; her goal was to get Chuanwu to bring him into the manufacturing camp. Even if he couldn't be made a Marquis of Dingguo, getting an official position would be good enough.
His mother had told him these things in private many times, but Chuanyi was not interested in weapons at all. He was willing to go and see the Silver Moon Spear left by the founding emperor, but he did not want to stay there for long. He was more interested in making money than manufacturing weapons.
But the above was just his own thought. Although he didn't want to go to the manufacturing camp, he thought about how his mother would pinch him every time she saw him these days. Her grip was so strong that there wasn't a single good spot on his arm.
So she got up and smiled as she served Chuanwu food and soup, saying, "Brother Wu, you've been back for so long, you must be exhausted from working at the manufacturing camp. Come on, have some more."
Wang nodded with relief, thinking that her silly son was still curable. She smiled and served Chuanwu some food, saying, "That's right, come on, eat more."
cough!
Chuanhai nearly choked on his soup, catching a glare from Madam Wang. He didn't dare utter a sound and continued drinking, but his eyes kept darting towards his mistress as if he'd seen a ghost. Chuanhai knew better than anyone how much his mistress disliked Chuanwu and the others. So, had his mistress changed her ways?
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