Nanzhi didn't see Xiao Li San'er until she left.
Nanzhi had no choice but to ask Liu Dezhi to help pass on the message.
"Liu Dezhi, have Xiao Li San'er follow Lin Feiyan. On the one hand, to protect her safety, and on the other hand, to keep an eye on things. Whenever Lin Feiyan needs him, have him go and help."
Since we're planning to open another branch, we need to assign someone we know well.
Xiao Li San'er has been learning from Liu Dezhi recently, so sending him there would be perfect.
When the branch opens, we'll make Xiao Li San'er the manager.
Liu Dezhi seemed to have something on his mind, and Nanzhi glanced at him.
"Say what's wrong right away."
Liu Dezhi had no choice but to say, "Master, should I send someone to keep an eye on Xiao Li? Men need to be kept in close watch when they're out and about, or they might get into trouble."
Especially in today's world, with people's living standards improving, there are always some short-sighted people.
Nanzhi suddenly realized what the other person was saying.
"Old Liu, what are you saying? That's my brother, do you understand? My brother!"
Nam Gyi reiterated this point.
This guy is really something, it's so hard to get him to do any work!
"Yes, Master, I understand."
After all, with her husband present, it was difficult for her to say anything.
When no one was around at noon, Nanzhi took her cart out.
Upon arriving at a secluded spot, Nanzhi quickly took out the rice seedlings she had cultivated in her spatial storage and placed them all in the car.
It was already afternoon when Song Hanyan and I got home.
Wu Nanshuang saw the seedlings in the car and asked, "Master, how should we plant these?"
If left here overnight, it will probably die.
Nan Zhi wasn't worried at all. The rice seedlings produced by the system, along with the watering from the spiritual spring, would be fine even if left for three days.
"Leaving it overnight is no problem. By the way, how's the land reclamation going?"
Wu Nanshuang: "It's all set up. The village chief has arranged for people to flood the fields, following the method used by the neighboring village for planting rice. We should be able to start working in the fields tomorrow."
"Okay." They came back just in time.
The next day, Song Hanyan, unusually, did not go to the military camp and went to the fields with everyone else.
When they arrived at the previously cleared area, Nam Gyi found that there were already many people there.
Besides the villagers who had been hired to cultivate the land, there were also several adults.
Nanzhi couldn't figure out why these people had come down.
Jingji saw Nanzhi first and quietly slipped over while the adults were talking.
"The student pays respects to the teacher."
Nan Zhi: "No need for formalities. There aren't that many rules here."
Jingji, who valued etiquette above all else, was stunned for a moment upon hearing this.
"Teacher, these are basic rules. Respect for teachers starts with etiquette."
He is indeed a good child, but he is a bit too rigid.
Nanzhi looked at him and said, “Respecting teachers is right, but it’s not just about the literal meaning. It’s the same as respecting teachers in your heart. For example, right now, I’m asking you to get rid of these formalities so that you can get into the learning process faster. Otherwise, wouldn’t all these rules waste a lot of learning time?”
Jingji listened and found it quite reasonable.
But this is different from what I heard in school before.
Before he could think, Nanzhi called him over.
Song Hanyan pushed over a cart containing rice seedlings, and Nanzhi took one out of it.
"Jingji, come here. Today, your teacher will teach you how to grow rice."
Jingji quickly took the small notebook out of his pocket.
"Before planting rice, you must first select plump, healthy seeds free from pests. This will result in a higher survival rate and healthier seedlings..."
Jingji took notes of everything Nanzhi said, and by the time she finished talking about seedling cultivation, she had already filled half a notebook.
Song Hanyan, who was standing to the side, glanced at it and said, "Take notes on the important parts; it'll be faster that way. For example, this one..."
After finishing his explanation, Jingji realized that the method he had used was actually quite laborious.
"Thank you for your guidance, sir."
Song Hanyan looked at Nanzhi, who was tending to the rice seedlings, and said, "I am Zhizhi's husband."
Zhizhi? Jingji reacted for a moment, could this be the teacher's husband?
"Student Jingji pays his respects to the teacher."
Song Hanyan hummed in agreement and walked toward Nanzhi in a good mood.
After checking the seedlings, it's time to transplant them.
Nanzhi took off her shoes and socks and stepped barefoot into the mud.
Others followed her example and placed their shoes and socks on the edge of the field.
The people chatting over there noticed the commotion, and Li Gaoyi walked over with a frown.
Zhu Xiangming stood to the side and said, "Why does Master Nan have to go to the fields himself? Wouldn't it be better to let his subordinates do it?"
Nan Zhi: "My lord, I always prefer to do things myself. Besides, I am a farmer, so I naturally have to do the farming myself."
“Women of the Great Central Plains should not take off their shoes and socks in public. What kind of behavior is this?” Li Gaoyi said indignantly.
All eyes were on Li Gaoyi.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Li Gaoyi felt a chill run down his spine from their stares.
Liu Da whispered, "Village chief, look at these officials. My wife, Chunxia, goes to work barefoot in the fields, and no one in the village says anything. But this guy is here complaining. Are all officials in the capital like this?"
Liu had a deep voice, and although he spoke softly, everyone present could hear him.
Seeing the official's unpleasant expression, Zheng Xinghai quickly covered Liu Da's mouth.
"Do you still want your head on your neck?" Zheng Xinghai accused.
Although Zhu Xiangming had a smile on his lips, he wanted to push this guy's head into the rice paddy to wash it.
The Emperor sent them here to learn, not so that they would offend anyone.
If you offend people, what's the point of them learning anything?
"Please don't be offended, Lord Nan. What Lord Li means is that women's feet also get cold and should be protected. These rough jobs can be left to men."
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