Since it's unimportant, let's not think about it.
Futu resumed his studies.
Old Su, a scholar who was passing by, showed a satisfied expression on his face, but then his old face fell. What a brilliant young man! How could he call him a fool?
He actually thought his grandson was really stupid.
...
Now it seems he was the fool.
However, my grandson is a good learner and will surely pass the imperial examination in the future, which will indirectly fulfill his lifelong wish.
Futu looked outside and met the face of Old Su, the scholar.
A sense of helplessness was evident in his eyes.
He was too sensitive to that kind of gaze; he always felt that someone wanted to harm him!
Satisfied, Old Su, the scholar, walked to the next classroom to continue his teaching for the day. As a qualified scholar, he couldn't just accept tuition fees for nothing.
On the other side.
Su Jiaoniang walked to Doctor Liu's courtyard.
At that moment, she met Su Tong's helpless yet fearful gaze.
He asked, "What are you afraid of? Have you done something wrong?"
"No!" Su Tong shook his head.
He harbored many dark thoughts, but his actions were always upright and honest, and none of them violated human morality.
He worried that if he let the beast inside him run rampant, the dean would dislike him.
Looking up at Su Jiaoniang, the joy and longing in his eyes were impossible to hide.
Su Jiaoniang reached out and poked Su Tong's head: "Study hard, I'm going to see what Doctor Liu is doing."
Su Tong reached out and pulled Su Jiaoniang back: "It's not good, maybe we shouldn't watch it!"
"Then we definitely have to see it." Su Jiaoniang smiled and walked inside.
Su Tong lowered his head, replaying in his mind what Dr. Liu had said earlier that day: if the big bad guy on the sickbed could stand up and live, so could he.
Then she will be able to stand up and look no different from a normal person, just like everyone else, and she will feel both longing and fear.
He would be very happy if he could stand up.
But what if Doctor Liu's hand slips and he dies?
If I die, there will be no way to make hairpins for the orphanage, and I won't be able to keep accounts anymore. Can my younger siblings bear it?
They're so naive; if no one's there to back them up, they'll definitely get scammed.
Even though he can't stand up, his limp means he can live a little longer and take good care of them!
But what if he can't do it anymore!
He can't afford to lose!
Su Jiaoniang walked in and saw Song Qian wrapped up like a mummy.
Song Qian was still unconscious, but the outer edge of the bandage was blood-red.
Doctor Liu saw Su Jiaoniang and pointed to the person on the bed: "Her injuries are much more serious than yours that day. She might not be alive tomorrow. What about the purple ginseng that Futu dug up? Do you still have any...?"
"That's all!" Su Jiaoniang shook her head with a smile.
Those who work on the ice rink don't deserve purple ginseng.
If I'm dead, then I'm dead.
Clues can be re-examined from other places and angles; a living person won't die from holding their pee.
Doctor Liu looked regretful, glanced at Su Jiaoniang, and muttered, "Get out of the way, get out of the way, I don't want to see this pretense!"
Su Jiaoniang smiled.
Doctor Liu continued to prepare medicine for Song Qian.
They've saved this person's life.
This is an experimental product, and investing in one's own experiment is not a wrong thing.
Su Jiaoniang stared at Song Qian, then slowly looked away and left the courtyard.
The people supervising Song Qian were still the Black-Clad Guards.
Su Jiaoniang walked outside, her gaze falling on Su Tong. She paused, stopping beside him: "Don't be tempted by what others say. What you want to do, what kind of person you want to grow into, only you can decide."
Su Tong pursed her lips.
He nodded.
He thought he had kept it a secret and hidden the past, but he hadn't!
Su Jiaoniang walked out of the courtyard and saw Wang the carpenter who had come from the county town. Wang the carpenter was wearing thick leather clothes and his face was slightly dark. The moment he saw Su Jiaoniang, a smile appeared on his face.
He stared at Su Jiaoniang and asked, "What kind of rocking bed does Madam want to have made?"
Children from wealthy families also use cradles.
He certainly can.
However, he felt that Su Niangzi's drawing would definitely be different.
Su Jiaoniang led Wang the carpenter into the study and drew the cradle they needed.
It's made of wood, very rustic, not the portable kind of thing from later generations.
Carpenter Wang memorized it all in an instant after just one glance.
He rolled up the Xuan paper and placed it on his person: "Don't worry, Madam, it will take no more than three days to make this."
"Ten of them!" Su Jiaoniang said.
Carpenter Wang closed his open mouth.
He stared at Su Jiaoniang, then glanced at her belly.
He had countless questions in his mind, but he couldn't bring himself to ask them.
Ten of them!
In a daze, I walked out of the village.
Su Jiaoniang's gaze fell on Wang the carpenter's back, and a smile appeared on her lips.
Suddenly, Su Jiaoniang spotted Xiao Zhu's figure.
She left the old house and stealthily headed towards the county town.
Su Jiaoniang frowned. Seeing this family, she instinctively felt that something bad had happened.
He picked up an axe from the courtyard and quietly followed behind Little Zhu.
Little Zhu walked to a house in the county town.
Su Jiaoniang climbed over the wall and jumped in.
Just then, they saw Lu Congrong slap Huo Ying.
Huo Ying's cold face showed signs of weariness, with stubble on his chin, as if he hadn't groomed himself in a long time.
“I told you, I want to go back to Beijing. I want to see my grandma and my aunt!”
"Not for now, the young master hasn't been found yet. Please wait a few more days, Miss," Huo Ying insisted.
Su Jiaoniang almost burst out laughing when she heard this.
Lu Congrong's grandmother was Old Zhu!
Now... they've shamelessly usurped the throne and are even rushing to the capital to leech off others!
Lu Congrong's breast milk should be that of Lu Wujiu's biological mother.
Where is his father?
She had never heard of any daughter from the Huo family marrying someone surnamed Lu.
"Someone, take Miss to rest," Huo Ying said, her gaze falling on Su Jiaoniang in the tree.
After Lu Congrong left, he said, "You came uninvited, and you don't even have an explanation?"
Su Jiaoniang realized she had been discovered, but she wasn't flustered at all. She jumped down from the tree and looked at Huo Ying: "What is Lu Congrong's relationship with the Huo family?"
"Why should I tell you?" Huo Ying stared at Su Jiaoniang.
Su Jiaoniang chuckled and pointed in the direction of Zhang Mugen's house.
"The kitchen knives they forge are more durable. For you people who guard this land, besides good horses, you should be more interested in good weapons. Shall I tell you his blacksmithing secrets?"
"You know?" Huo Ying was instantly intrigued.
Just as Su Jiong's mother said, these rough men are not interested in all sorts of nonsense about seeking fame and fortune.
I'll sharpen the murder knife when I wake up.
Even when drunk, he still cleans his gun and kills people.
Whether their lives are long or short, they dedicate their passion to those lands; their hearts are on the battlefield, and those are the things they care about.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
