"Are you looking for trouble?" Qiao Huaping said slightly coldly.
Zhou Xu's arrogance became weaker again.
She was so angry that she forgot about Qiao Huaping's bad temper.
"...I'm here to see my granddaughter." Mrs. Zhou Xu defended herself.
"I don't care who you came to see," Qiao Huaping raised his eyebrows and said slowly, "You came to my house and yelled, disturbing my study. How do you think you will settle the score?"
As he spoke, Qiao Huaping rolled up his sleeves.
The woman's thin eyebrows were slightly raised, her expression was lazy, but there was a bit of coldness between her eyebrows, and she had a bit more of the coolness of a snow-fallen tree.
Mrs. Zhou Xu's expression immediately changed. She no longer dared to mention whether she was a granddaughter or not. She said "Ouch" and supported her old waist: "I'm afraid I've injured my waist, so I have to go back and rest quickly!"
As he said that, he held his waist and trotted all the way, and soon disappeared.
Zhou Xiaoqing was amazed when he saw it.
Her grandma was so frightened by Aunt Qiao that she might be able to settle down for a while again.
Aunt Qiao, she is really getting better and better!
After Zhou Xu left, Zhou Xiaoqing did not stay any longer. He only made an appointment with Qiao Huaping to attend the rice banquet given by Gu Ling's daughter in a few days, and then left.
By the time Qiao Huaping returned to the inner courtyard, the afternoon lectures had just ended.
A woman with neatly combed hair walked out of the inner room.
She was wearing a slightly whitish green dress, and her spine was as straight as if there was a wooden board tied behind her back.
"Mr. Fang." Qiao Huaping nodded to the woman.
This woman is exactly the lady Wu Yourong helped find earlier.
Mr. Fang's surname is Zeng, and his single name is "Fang". He is an unsmiling, upright and serious person.
Zeng Fang's family was in trouble before, her husband died and her daughter died. Now she only has a six-year-old child at her knees, and her life is very difficult.
Later, because Wu Yourong had been thinking about finding a good husband for Qiao Huaping's children, he found Zeng Fang, who had been a mistress in other people's homes.
At that time, Zeng Fang and her children were kicked out of the house by her husband's family. When she was in poverty, the job given by Wu Yourong was naturally a timely help.
In addition to Shu Xiu, Qiao Huaping was also willing to provide accommodation for Zeng Fang and her youngest son.
However, Zeng Fang still had the backbone of a scholar. She only agreed to take him as a disciple, but was unwilling to take her son to live under someone else's roof.
What does she think is the difference between this and the slaves who rely on aristocratic families to survive?
Therefore, Zeng Fang and Qiao Huaping spent half a year's repairs in advance, found a piece of land in Liujin Village, and built a thatched house.
On weekdays, he would come to Qiao's house to give lessons to his four children. After the lessons, he would go back to his thatched hut.
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Zeng Fang returned the favor to Qiao Huaping with a serious look on her face: "Ms. Qiao, the calligraphy of the young masters and ladies are getting better and better, and their articles are becoming more and more proficient. Given time, they will definitely gain fame!"
"..." Qiao Huaping was a little confused.
With Mrs. Fang's look on her face, she almost thought the children had made some mistake in class!
After seeing Mrs. Fang off, Qiao Huaping went to the study again.
This study room is a part of the wing room and is quite spacious.
When Qiao Huaping entered, Mei Qingyao, who already looked like a handsome young man, was happily telling his younger brothers and sisters a story about the soldiers at the border who killed the enemy and won.
Qiao Huaping couldn't help but smile again.
In the past few years, a rising star has appeared in the army, and he is almost invincible. The wars have gradually disappeared, and the children regard him as their hero. Especially Mei Qingyao, who often talks to his friends