“Mother, don’t worry. That person has been captured by the Black-Clad Guards and imprisoned. No one will come to the village to cause trouble for a while. Just focus on recovering from your injuries,” Fu Tu said.
Su Jiaoniang nodded.
Take good care of yourself and get well soon.
She leaned against the bed and cooperated very well in taking her medicine and eating.
After half a month, Su Jiaoniang was finally able to get out of bed and walk around.
Upon seeing the old scholar Su returning from the neighboring village, Su Jiaoniang was momentarily at a loss for words to explain to him.
She disappeared for half a month.
Old Su, the scholar, wasn't stupid, but Futu and Xiaoya still treated him like a fool.
Embarrassment was written all over his eyes.
"Are you feeling better?" Old Scholar Su looked at Su Jiaoniang with a hint of concern in his eyes.
Su Jiaoniang nodded: "Alright, you should rest at home for a while."
"It's cold outside, hurry back home." After saying this, Old Su, the scholar, took the lead and walked home. If he didn't move, no one behind him dared to move.
Su Jiaoniang let out a breath.
Slowly, I walked home.
If the movement is slow, the wound will just heal; if the movement is too vigorous, the wound will reopen.
That would mean suffering a lot.
Back home, sitting in her room, facing the warm sunlight outside, Su Jiaoniang suddenly realized that as the year went by, it was getting hotter day by day, even though the ice and snow had not yet melted.
But the sunshine already had that spring breeze feel to it.
After taking the medicine, I fell asleep in my room shortly afterward.
The next day, I felt better.
Futu recounted the recent events, including the pursuit of poppies.
Su Jiaoniang paused slightly. She hadn't expected that the people selling poppies were connected to the big human trafficker from back then.
Evil people are truly utterly wicked.
They'll do anything that's profitable, whether it's murder for money or ruthlessly turning healthy people into unhealthy ones.
He reached out and touched the head of the Buddha statue.
Su Jiaoniang felt somewhat guilty, realizing that she had let her child bear the burdens that adults should have borne; she was indeed not a qualified mother.
"Now that it's not so dangerous anymore, go and rest. Don't overwork yourself. If you put too much effort into a child, he won't grow tall," Su Jiaoniang said.
Futu's eyes twitched; he was tall.
In his previous life, he was at the lowest level in the palace, where he ate poorly and worked very hard, yet he still grew taller.
"Mother, you should rest well. I'll take care of the rest." After saying that, Futu picked up a book and started reading.
He hadn't forgotten that he was destined to be the top scholar in the imperial examination.
Although he was confident in himself, even if he didn't become the top scholar in the imperial examination, he would still have enough ability to become a powerful minister that everyone in the world aspires to be.
However, of all professions, studying is the most noble.
If my mother gets an education, she will probably be admired and respected by others.
I turned the pages of the book in my hand, the only sound in the room being the rustling of the pages.
Su Jiaoniang listened to the sound of turning pages and slowly drifted off to sleep.
Take a break like this for half a month.
Su Jiaoniang was finally able to leave her own courtyard.
The ice and snow outside are beginning to melt.
The pagoda's teeth also grew out.
The handsome child's face carried a chilling aura, making him seem mature beyond his years.
Su Jiaoniang was heartbroken.
Thankfully, Xiaoya is still Xiaoya.
Her daily routine consists of reading and practicing calligraphy.
On this day, a slightly weathered middle-aged man came to the village. When he saw the farmhouse, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he reached out to knock on the door.
Su Jiaoniang's gaze fell on Xie Shi.
Ms. Xie quickly opened the door, and upon seeing the man standing outside, a look of doubt flashed in her eyes: "Who are you?"
"Excuse me, is this the Su family's courtyard?" The man's gaze was upright, without glancing around aimlessly.
Judging from his demeanor, he seems to be a gentleman.
"What are you doing here?" Xie was wary of strangers and did not directly answer the middle-aged man's question.
The man's voice was hoarse: "I heard that the young lady here is looking for a painter. I am not very talented, but I am probably capable of doing so."
Ms. Xie nodded: "Wait a moment."
He closed the door, turned around, and gave Su Jiaoniang some instructions.
Su Jiaoniang patted her head. She had been in a daze lately and almost forgot that Lu Wujiu had said he had found a very good painter from Qi to teach Xiaoya calligraphy and painting.
This person should be the one.
Su Jiaoniang went out and invited the person in.
Futu, who was reading in the courtyard, shifted his gaze.
I don't know him!
It has nothing to do with him anymore!
He continued reading, still engrossed in the book in his hands.
Su Jiaoniang instructed Xie Shi to arrange accommodations for the painters, allowing them to rest after their long journey.
When Old Su returned home that night, he spoke with the painter and discussed their scholarship to confirm that the man was truly talented and not just a fraud. Only then did he introduce the young girl to the painter.
The painter's surname was Feng, and his name was Feng Yuwei.
Having reached middle age, I have witnessed many things.
Although I don't know why he was sent to a village to teach a farmer's daughter.
However, being spared a life and not dying like the others is already extremely lucky.
Feng Yuwei quickly arranged a time for Xiaoya to learn to paint.
One hour each day.
Study when you are most alert in the morning.
At other times, except for unexpectedly beautiful scenery, the time will not be changed.
Xiao Ya had no objection to this arrangement.
Her godfather found her a teacher, so she must study hard and surprise him when he returns.
Having another person in the family didn't change anything for Su Jiaoniang.
Even if the villagers saw Feng Yuwei in time, they wouldn't spread rumors or say that Su Jiaoniang and Feng Yuwei had anything going on, after all, there was Lu Wujiu before them, someone like that.
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