Chapter 117: A Clever Plan I will go after the person I offended myself. …
"You ignorant woman, you actually criticized Mr. Zhuge." Lu Junnian couldn't hold back and was so angry that he pounded the table and cursed, his face flushed red. He was afraid that he would cry if he got any more angry.
Lu Junnian is a confirmed fan of Zhuge Liang.
"Ajin," Ji Shubai gave up struggling, turned around and called softly, which stunned Song Jin.
"Can you please let go of your hands?"
Seeing how gentle he was, Song Jin let go of his hand with some guilt, then when he saw that the belt was wrinkled by him, he felt even more guilty and couldn't help but reach out to help him smooth it out.
"You ignorant woman, you can't even read a single word, yet you dare to insult me, Mr. Zhuge! I'm going to fight you!"
When Lu Junnian saw the chance, he rushed over and asked Ji Shubai to hug him.
"Brother Lu, calm down first."
"She called me Mr. Zhuge! She called me Mr. Zhuge!"
Lu Junnian repeatedly emphasized that he felt extremely aggrieved, but he couldn't struggle free, so he simply buried his head in Ji Shubai's neck and burst into tears. It seemed that it was not Mr. Zhuge who was scolded, but he who was beaten.
Song Jin frowned and watched Lu Junnian cry.
It’s okay to cry, Song Jin doesn’t mind men crying, but he cried while lying on Ji Shubai’s neck.
Song Jin herself didn't have the chance to lie down and cry, and what about that unsuccessful kiss last time? It was such a pity, if only she had known she would have acted faster.
Unfortunately, she didn't drink today, otherwise she could have taken advantage of the alcohol to act crazy and cry in his arms. Now Lu Junnian has taken all the advantage, and she feels very unhappy.
"How can she curse people like that? It's too much, too much!" Lu Junnian cursed and stomped his feet.
"Yes, yes, that's too much. It's my fault for not teaching well."
Song Jin sniffed and said, "It's not certain who will teach whom between us."
"Then you scold her, you help me scold her!"
Lu Junnian finally raised his head, his face full of tears. He was quite a crybaby.
Ji Shubai turned his head and looked at Song Jin somewhat awkwardly.
"How about you apologize again?"
"I don't want her to apologize. Who wants her to apologize?" Lu Junnian glared at Song Jin and said, "You are an ignorant woman, uneducated and incompetent. You are just good at talking. You are really... whoever marries you in the future will be unlucky."
Song Jin Tietou didn't care about these words at all. She didn't cry anyway. Only the losers cry and the winners laugh.
There was a hint of smile on Song Jin's lips, which made Lu Junnian even more angry. He couldn't eat the meal at all.
Ji Shubai was afraid that the two would start fighting again, so he had to send Lu Junnian away first, so only the two of them were left in the hall.
"How many people do you want to curse before you stop? Do you have to curse everyone in the world before you're satisfied?" His tone was full of helplessness.
"I think Lord Ji is a good person." Song Jin was quick to give in in front of Ji Shubai, but she was a little forgetful. The first person she scolded when she came here was Ji Shubai.
"You are almost making Lord Lu angry to death." Ji Shubai also became forgetful.
Song Jin pouted: "He is stingy, so I won't be angry with him. He should also learn from my magnanimity."
"He's still petty? Why don't you say that your words are irritating?"
Song Jin shook her shoulders, trying to get away with it, but Ji Shubai held her shoulders down and said, "Why are you so good at talking? Who taught you that?"
Song Jin bit his lip and muttered, "I don't know..."
Ji Shubai sighed, "If you say you read books, you always find faults and dislike everyone. If you say you don't read books, your criticism is justified, but why can't you separate books from people? What's written in the book is so bad that you make it almost worthless."
"That's right. I just don't like some of Zhuge Liang's strategies."
"Are you coming?"
It's strange, Ji Shubai was obviously blaming Song Jin, but Song Jin was not angry at all. Later, she thought that maybe it was because Ji Shubai's tone was too gentle when he scolded her, so that it had no lethality, so she offended him again and again without repentance.
"Tell me what's wrong with my writing?"
Song Jin asked, "What does it mean that he gave women's clothes to Sima Yi?"
When Ji Shubai heard this, he was stunned for a moment: "Just for this?"
Song Jin snorted, "I think he looks down on women. He actually humiliated a man by giving him a woman's dress. I have been wearing men's clothes for so long, why don't I feel humiliated? I don't even think men are smelly. He also used the two Qiao sisters to sow discord between Dongwu and Cao Cao. He always plays tricks on women. I just don't like it."
Ji Shubai asked back: "Is it for this? But do men stink?"
After saying that, he smelled his arm first, but didn't smell any bad smell.
"Am I smelly too?"
Song Jin took advantage of the opportunity, hugged Ji Shubai's arm and buried his face in it: "Let me smell it."
It is fragrant, with a hint of cold and bitter taste.
Song Jin hugged her arms and sniffed fiercely. After sniffing for a long time, she did not move. Ji Shubai asked her with some concern: "Is it smelly?"
"No, you smell good."
"You must be talking about the smell of aromatherapy."
Song Jin raised his head and asked, "What kind of fragrance are you using? It smells good."
"It has a strong plum scent, with patches of patchouli, bud tea, and spices like spikenard. It's a bit bitter, so women may not like it. If you like it, I'll have someone bring some back for you."
Song Jin shook his head: "Forget it, it would be a waste to give it to me."
"It's not a waste if you like it."
Song Jin put down Ji Shubai's arm, reluctantly saying, "Let's talk about it later."
Let's wait until she can leave the kitchen one day.
Ji Shubai didn't force her to send it, he just pulled her to sit down and talked: "Okay, men don't stink, and women's clothes are not humiliating. This strategy is not well written in the book. But people have done so many, why did you only see these two?"
Song Jin pouted and refused: "Is it okay for me to be stingy?"
Ji Shubai was helpless and patted her on the shoulder: "Okay, okay, you've admitted that you're stingy, what else can I say? At worst, I can go and plead guilty to Lord Lu on your behalf. Even though he scolded me fiercely today, he will still give me this little face."
"I won't!" Song Jin raised his chin and said decisively.
"Why is that?"
"I want to go by myself."
Ji Shubai didn't believe his ears: "You go alone?"
"Yes, I will go by myself. I am the one who provoked the people myself, so I will go by myself."
Song Jin was thinking that men are creatures that love to play the game of conquest, so today she was going to turn the tables and conquer Lu Junnian. While Lu Junnian was crying, she had even thought of a way.
Seeing that she was certain, Ji Shubai confirmed again and again that Song Jin would never quarrel with Lu Junnian again, and finally agreed to let her find it herself.
He thought that without him as a shield, Song Jin would be more obedient, or at least be able to speak properly.
Thinking of this, he said nothing more. He glanced at the food on the table which had already gone cold, sneered and said, "I'll ask Mother Chen to heat it up."
Song Jin nodded. She hadn't eaten yet. After Mother Chen took the food away, she leaned close to Ji Shubai's ear and asked in a low voice, "What did you call me just now?"
When Ji Shubai heard this question, he jumped away and never let Song Jin get closer again.
Song Jin laughed uncontrollably.
Lu Junnian was not from Changshu County, so even when the county government was closed, he lived in the government office, so he was easy to find.
Early in the morning of that day, Song Jin cooked a pot of casserole porridge and put it in a clay pot. He also ground some ink on the table and wrote two things before going to the government office.
Song Jin was in a good mood. She felt happy when she thought about playing a prank on Lu Junnian.
She chose to go to the government office early in the morning because she was afraid that Lu Junnian might have gone out for something, but she was still turned away.
It’s not that the person left, it’s that Lu Junnian didn’t see her.
"Go away, go away. Why are you seeing her? I get angry when I see her. Get rid of her!" These were Lu Junnian's exact words.
"My master is busy and cannot see you today. Please come back another day." These were the words conveyed by the servant.
Song Jin had anticipated this and was not panicked. He just handed a note to the servant and asked him to pass it to Lord Lu.
The servant held the paper in his hand and hesitated for a while, and Song Jin said, "This is what Master Ji asked me to pass on."
After hearing this, the servant said, "Please wait a moment."
Song Jin watched the boy go in, and he came out after a while: "My master invites you in."
Song Jin pursed his lips and smiled, his plan was successful.
Lu Junnian sat behind the desk with his hands on it. In front of him was a piece of paper that Song Jin had written that morning.
Seeing Song Jin coming in with a food box and paying his respects, he asked seriously:
"Is this what you two talked about?"
"Exactly."
"You're talking nonsense. How can you do this?" Lu Junnian grabbed the paper in front of him and waved it: "I think it was Master Ji who gave you this idea again, right?"
When it comes to Ji Shubai, this makes sense.
During those years he spent in the Hanlin Academy, in addition to studying literature and history, it was normal for him to read some mathematical classics.
But it is unlikely that Song Jin would be able to do this. How could a family slave be able to do this?
That’s right, what Song Jin wrote on the paper was the Pythagorean theorem, a math problem.
There is nothing safer and easier to prove than discussing this.
Mathematics, if you know it, you know it, if you don't, you don't know it, you can't pretend. She couldn't remember calculus, but she remembered the Pythagorean theorem clearly, so she wrote it down early and asked the servant to hand it in.
Lu Junnian found it strange. They were discussing mathematics? Were they kidding?
"Your Excellency doesn't believe it?"
"I don't believe you!"
Song Jin was not surprised. He just smiled slightly, walked to the desk and put down the food box.
"Then I have another question."
As he spoke, Song Jin took out another piece of paper and handed it to Lu Junnian, who sneered:
"Nine-square grid? What's so strange about it? Anyone who has read the Luoshu can do it. Nine-square grid, two and four are shoulders, six and eight are feet, three on the left and seven on the right, nine on the head and one on the feet, five in the center. What? Are you studying the Luoshu or fortune-telling?"
As a Jinshi, Song Jin was naturally well-educated. She smiled and said, "I can neither tell fortunes nor divination, but I am interested in mathematics. The nine-square grid is not difficult, but what if it is changed to twenty-five squares?"
"Wh...what? Twenty-five squares?"
"Yes, twenty-five grids, forty-nine grids, eighty-one grids, I can do them all quickly. Isn't that a skill?"
"Just blow it!"
Lu Junnian didn't believe Song Jin's words at all, so Song Jin borrowed the pen and ink on the desk, made a twenty-five-square grid for him on the spot, filled it with Arabic numerals, and handed it to him.
Lu Junnian grabbed the paper and looked at the strange symbols: "What is this?"
"Arabic numerals, have you not seen them before, sir?"
Song Jin's words were full of provocation. Lu Junnian was already angry with her, and now he became even angrier.
"Who said I haven't seen it before? I'm just... just not familiar with it."
"Then why don't you calculate, my lord, whether the sum of the horizontal, vertical and diagonal numbers in this grid equals the same number?"
Lu Junnian glanced at Song Jin for a few times, and suddenly called out to the outside: "Minglu, go and get an abacus to calculate this."
Lu Junnian leaned back in the armchair and looked at Song Jin with distrust. He didn't ask her to sit down, but asked her to stand and wait.
Song Jin was not annoyed and waited with a faint smile.
Ming Lu took out the abacus and was worried about the numbers, so Song Jin went over to teach him. Ming Lu calculated quickly and finished the numbers in a short while.
"My lord, the horizontal, vertical, and diagonal numbers all add up to sixty-five."
"real?"
Lu Junnian sat up straight, picked up the paper again and looked at it, muttering to himself: Impossible, this is absolutely impossible, she must have planned it long ago to scare people, or Ji Shubai thought of it for her, he has to change it.
"Is that all you know? Nothing else?"
Song Jin said, "Sir, please forgive me for being blunt. This question alone is enough to embarrass you. Communication should be a give-and-take. But I just keep asking questions and you are just a spectator."
"You——" Lu Junnian jumped up: "What do you mean?"
"What I mean is that adults don't understand and can't explain it."
"You are talking nonsense. How could I not understand? I naturally know everything."
"Well, I'll give you a question, the simplest one. As long as you fill in the eighty-one squares correctly, I will think you understand it."
"Hey, you still want to give me questions? I am a Jinshi, a disciple of the emperor, how can you test me?"
"So, adults have to do it right."
“You—” Lu Junnian didn’t pay attention for a moment and stepped into the pit: “How do I know that it’s not the problem that Master Ji helped you solve?”
"You can ask him my questions and see if he can answer them. If you don't believe me, how can you trust Master Ji?"
Lu Junnian put his hands on his hips and said, "Then let me ask you first, do you have the answer to the question you asked?"
"Of course I have. When you write down the answer, I will give you my answer. How about that?"
Lu Junnian glared: "I will be afraid of you!"
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