Chapter 140 New Book "What if it's not well written?"...
The teaching of Bao Bao went unexpectedly smoothly. As for the evaluation, Song Jin heard about it from Ji Shubai several days later.
That day, Ji Shubai was on vacation and came to Chai's house when he had some time. After talking to Chai Heng for a few words, he suggested going to see Song Jin.
How could Chai Heng not know what he was thinking? He was the one who had helped to come up with the idea. He wanted to bring people in personally, but Ji Shubai refused, thinking that Song Jin would feel uncomfortable with outsiders around. He insisted on going in to see the people himself, and Chai Heng naturally agreed.
There were no classes in the morning, so Song Jin had nothing to do, so she grabbed a folding fan and played with the bees beside the azalea flowers in the yard. When Ji Shubai came in, he saw her in pink, standing by the flowers with a fan in her hand, blocking the bees' way to pick flowers, and he couldn't help laughing.
"I've seen many people teasing butterflies, but this is my first time teasing bees. I'm not afraid of being stung."
Song Jin turned around and saw Ji Shubai coming in. He chuckled and said, "I'm not afraid."
Ji Shubai sighed: "I'm really worried that Baobao will be corrupted by you."
"Humph, it's too late to worry now."
Song Jin continued to tease the bees, and Ji Shubai also walked over to her. She had a bun on the back of her head, and pinned two simple jade-headed and silver-footed hairpins on her ears. Her ears were bare, and under the scorching sun, one could see the dense and fine hairs on her sunburned earlobes, as if her ears were coated with a layer of soft light. They should feel very soft to the touch, like a ripe peach.
He bent down slightly, with his chest almost touching Song Jin's back, and looked at the unfortunate bee.
"No wonder Baobao said you are interesting and fun."
"What?"
Song Jin turned her head and straightened her body, her lips almost touching Ji Shubai's face. The sun made her face burning, so she quickly turned her face away, pretending not to know that her back had just touched his chest.
"I said Baobao really likes your class. He said you are fun and interesting. I like your class."
Song Jin smiled after hearing this. She naturally knew what Bao Bao was thinking.
There is no reason for children not to like to play. Their buttocks are sore from sitting in the old teacher's place. Now when they come to her place, where they spend half of their time practicing and half sitting in class, they must be very happy.
"Are you relieved this time, Master Ji?"
"Well, I've always been confident in you."
Song Jin teased the bee for a long time, and asked the bee to fly around several flowers, but it couldn't collect any pollen. Its pair of transparent thin wings almost fanned out fire. If bees could speak human language, Song Jin's ancestors for eighteen generations would have been cursed. Only then did she put away the fan.
"Would you like to stay and take the class together?"
Ji Shubai: “???”
"You teach me?"
"Arabic numerals, we are just about to talk about math, do you want to learn?"
The advantage of Arabic numerals is that they are convenient and fast. Recording numbers is much easier than writing. Moreover, with the feather pen made by Song Jin, it is much easier to get twice the result with half the effort.
Ji Shubai had been tempted before, but because Song Jin forced him to call her Master's Wife, he didn't want to be a generation lower than her, so he never mentioned the matter again.
"Then does that mean I'm Baobao's classmate?"
“Puff——”
Song Jin burst into laughter. It would be embarrassing if it got out that a Jinshi who had seen the emperor became a classmate of a little kid.
Ji Shubai was embarrassed by her smile, so he reached out to help her stand up straight and said seriously, "If you want to teach me, be serious and don't make fun of me like this."
Song Jin then gradually stopped smiling: "If you want to learn, I will teach you seriously."
"I won't call you Master's wife." Wouldn't that mean the two of them are of different generations?
"Okay." Song Jin stretched out his hand and placed it on the back of Ji Shubai's hand, moving the hand that was holding his arm away. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, his fingertips swept across Ji Shubai's palm, making his heart itch. When he wanted to shake hands and grab it, the hand had already run away.
"But I have one condition."
"What conditions?"
Song Jin wanted to ask Ji Shubai for help. After she got a feather pen, she felt that writing was much smoother, so she came up with the idea of writing those "foreign stories" into storybooks, but she was stuck on the writing style.
She was used to speaking vernacular Chinese. People here wrote articles, not to mention poetry. Even vernacular novels like "Jin Ping Mei" were full of sentences like "The sky was covered with red snow, and auspicious curtains fluttered in the sky." She couldn't learn it in a short time, so she thought of Ji Shubai, who could teach her how to polish it.
Help each other.
As soon as Song Jin told her her idea, Ji Shubai agreed without hesitation and asked Song Jin to write first. After she finished writing, he would be the first reader and would naturally help her polish it.
"When you finish writing the first volume, I will show it to the candidates for the imperial examinations. It will be your 'travel volume'." [1]
Song Jin asked him, "What if it doesn't work well?"
The people who listened to the stories in the food shop were not on the same level as the scholars who took the imperial examinations. Song Jin became a little nervous.
"With me here, even if nothing else works, writing articles is still a guarantee."
Song Jin finally felt relieved, so she accepted an alternative student, Ji Shubai, a disciple of the emperor, and began to teach him to use Arabic numerals instead of words, and even taught him formulas.
Ji Shubai was smart. He learned everything in less than half a day with Song Jin. This made Song Jin a little discouraged. She couldn't learn to write so quickly. Ji Shubai thought it was good. If he learned slowly, he could come more often, and they could meet more often.
So from that day on, Ji Shubai often went to Chai's house at night. Under the dim candlelight, Song Jin was writing a page, and Ji Shubai was holding a page in his hand, reading and helping her to annotate and revise. It was through this revision that he discovered the benefits of the feather pen.
He held the pen in his hand and couldn't let it go. It was much easier to write with a hard pen than a soft pen.
"Can I have this? I'll make some more when I go back. It's really convenient to use when I'm out and about."
"Yes, but you have to pay patent fees for mass production."
"What?"
Song Jin took the opportunity to extort another sum of money, luckily this time it was public funds from the government.
Song Jin's days began to become busy. He wrote "Romeo and Juliet" in the morning, taught Bao Bao in the afternoon, and in the evening he either continued to write by candlelight or prepared lessons for Bao Bao, preparing some interesting things for her to do the next day to prevent her from losing interest.
She originally did not plan to write those stories because she did not want to take credit for other people's achievements, but later she came to terms with it.
Isn't "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" adapted from "Records of the Three Kingdoms"? So much so that some people in later generations actually regard "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" as official history.
Even "Water Margin" was adapted based on historical facts and folk stories. If it were put in modern times, it could only be called a collection of fan-made derivative works and fusions of plots. It might not even be marked as original. Yet it is still a classic.
Song Jin thought, why should I be so hypocritical? Shakespeare wrote plays, I wrote novels, you wrote later than me, anyway, even if future generations see my version, they will not mention that I plagiarized, I just close my eyes and write, whether it can be passed down is still a question.
In this way, Song Jin's life was both leisurely and fulfilling.
Leisure means no physical work, and fulfillment means the brain keeps working all the time. After all, Baobao and Ji Shubai are both difficult to deal with, and she doesn't want to be laughed at by Ji Shubai after the first version falls into his hands, so she puts in a lot of effort.
In mid-April, Song Jin added English courses for Bao Bao, starting with the twenty-six letters of the alphabet, and asked Ji Shubai if he could order an English book through a businessman doing overseas trade in Guangdong.
It's hard and takes a long time.
Although overseas trade was booming at this time, Britain did not directly participate in trade with China, but was forced to conduct trade exchanges through Portugal stationed in Macau as an intermediary.
However, in the end, the two countries will still have to trade face to face, and simple English conversations will begin to appear in the Guangzhou area.
When Song Jin thought of this, he began to sigh, because at that time the Ming Dynasty would be about to end, and he would be very old, and he didn't know whether he would still be alive.
What about me, the student?
Song Jin glanced at Bao Bao who was writing with a feather pen. His chubby little face looked very serious. He couldn't help but think: If she is lucky, she will live a long life. If she is unlucky, she will also live a long life.
At the end of a dynasty, longevity is not necessarily a good thing. Where can I hide when the time comes? Guangzhou is not peaceful. If I know English, can it be of some use?
Song Jin couldn't care less and could only do his best and leave the rest to fate.
Bao Bao heard Song Jin sigh and couldn't help but look up at her: "Master's wife, why are you sighing?"
Song Jin smiled and said, "You are so smart, you will definitely be better than me in the future."
But I thought in my heart, when that bearded man Matteo Ricci arrives in Nanjing, we should go to meet him. Maybe you can become Xu Guangqi's close friend, which would make you much more promising than your master's wife.
However, Baobao didn't know this at the moment. She only knew that her master would not let her play until she had learned the letters well.
Song Jin taught seriously and Bao Bao studied seriously, and she seemed to prefer this course. The Chai family was very happy about this and took better care of her daily life. However, Song Jin proposed to go back to the shop.
When she left, she handed the business of the shop to Arong. She felt relieved because her father was illiterate, so the account book matter was handed over to Arong, and Song Jin only had to go home regularly to reconcile the accounts.
Everything was fine, except for one thing. Ah Rong told her that Mo Hongfu had come to cause trouble.
A plate of cold preserved eggs was placed on the table. He picked up a strand of hair and started yelling that the store was not clean.
He didn't report to the police or ask for a new plate, he just kept yelling, and it happened more than once.
If the Song Jin incident hadn't caused quite a stir at the time, Mo Hongfu himself didn't have a very good reputation, and most of the diners were regular customers who knew that such a thing had never happened before, and a few people stood up to speak for the restaurant, who knows what would have happened.
When Song Jin heard about this, his face twisted with anger, and he cursed in his heart: You little bastard, I haven't bothered you yet, but you're bothering me first, and you're causing trouble when I'm not around. Next time I see you, I'm going to tear you to pieces!
However, there was nothing she could do at the moment. She didn't even know where the person lived and could only be angry.
Song Jin returned to the Chai family with a heavy heart. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He was determined to find a way to vent his anger.
But what she didn't expect was that while she hated Mo Hongfu, there was another person who also hated Mo Hongfu.
For Mrs. Chai, she let Song Jin teach Bao Bao because of her fame. However, after Mo Hongfu's interference, Song Jin's reputation was damaged. Although she accepted Song Jin again because Ji Shubai didn't mind, she still hated Mo Hongfu.
Dare to pick on the person I chose to bully, do you want to say that she has a problem with her vision? She is also angry and wants to vent her anger.
However, Song Jin didn't know about this, so she could only ask Ji Shubai indirectly.
For example, where does Mr. Mo live, has he done anything wrong or immoral in the past, and has he offended anyone?
Ji Shubai sat with Song Jin under the osmanthus tree. They drank tea and listened to her asking about Mo Hongfu over and over again. He felt a little jealous because she had never asked about him like this before.
"Why are you so interested in him?" The voice was slightly dissatisfied.
"I hate him."
"Why?" I felt relieved.
Song Jin told Ji Shubai what happened in the shop, and then he realized that this was a revenge.
"So what are you going to do?"
When asked what to do, Song Jin felt a little annoyed. She really couldn't think of a way to deal with Mo Hongfu, so she was just angry.
"I want to beat him up."
Ji Shubai paused while drinking tea and sighed in his heart. As expected, Tietou was going to cause trouble again.
He put down the tea bowl and said, "Let me go and ask around first. Before I give you the news, you are not allowed to cause any trouble or see him."
"If you help me vent my anger, I won't make trouble."
Song Jin said it as if it was a matter of course. Ji Shubai looked at it and sighed again: "We agreed to just vent our anger."
"Um."
"Then..." He moved closer and asked tentatively: "After you let go of this anger, can you forgive me?"
"I have forgiven you, haven't I?"
"I'm not talking about the time in the torture chamber. I'm talking about the time in the courtroom."
Song Jin blinked twice and thought: Is he going to settle the account?
Never mind, I’ve paid enough, it’s important to vent my anger.
"Okay, since you helped me vent my anger, I won't blame you."
"It's settled then."
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