Zuo Feifei was really afraid that her mother would say this, so she turned around and wanted to run away, but was grabbed by Zuo Zhang.
"Don't be impatient. Mr. Jin is not only capable and talented, but he also knows how to care for others. Mrs. Xiaobei has also been to Iron Can Mountain. You have seen how kind Mr. Jin is to her."
Mrs. Zuo Zhang said sincerely: "Such a good match, your mother and I have only met Mr. Jin in half my life. If you miss it, you will regret it for the rest of your life!"
"Mom, I really have something to do now. Can we talk about this when we go back tonight?"
Zuo Feifei was really scared.
“What is life-long important?”
Mrs. Zuo Zhang held on to her daughter's sleeve and refused to let go: "Tell me honestly, what do you think of Mr. Jin? Is he worthy of you?"
"Mr. Jin is naturally excellent, but my daughter is not worthy of him..."
Zuo Feifei lowered her head and her tone was a little low.
"My daughter is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and song, and is worthy of even the emperor!"
Zuo Zhang said: "Feifei, don't worry about the mole on your face. I heard from Wan Niang that Mr. Jin doesn't believe this. You know his first wife, Guan Xiaorou, better than me. She is just a night charm. Mr. Jin doesn't dislike it at all.
I love you very much. Feifei, I beg you, please give me some snacks, I will never meet another such a good husband in my life!"
"What's the point of my being concerned? Sir, I don't have this intention..."
Zuo Feifei lowered her head and looked around. Seeing that there was no one around, she blushed and said, "Mom, my daughter is telling you what's in my heart. I know everything you said. I also want to marry my husband, but I can feel it.
He didn't mean it at all."
"Feifei, if you say that, Mom will feel relieved."
Mrs. Zuo Zhang laughed when she heard this: "You can go to work with peace of mind. Mom will figure out a solution."
"Mom, what are you going to do?" Zuo Feifei felt something was wrong.
"Don't worry about it, go to work."
Mrs. Zuo Zhang waved her hand and left directly.
Zuo Feifei wanted to catch up and ask for more information, but the accommodation for the new batch of female workers had not been arranged yet, so she had to turn around and go back to the canteen.
In the school, Jin Feng called out Wan Heming and signaled the female teacher to continue the class.
But the children below were all thinking about Nezha, and they were obviously distracted.
At first, the Tiegongshan bandits built several courtyards, but Jin Feng later did not demolish them and gave them to the management of the soap factory as single rooms.
The courtyard of the headmaster's house is not divided. The three main rooms have become the offices of the soap factory, and the two side rooms on the left are the factory director's dormitories.
The two side rooms on the right were left by Jin Feng, and Guan Xiaorou and Wanniang stayed here when they came to Tiegunshan.
There were several people working in the office at this time, so Jin Feng had to take Wan Yuhong and his sister to the bedroom.
Since it has been rainy recently and hasn't been here for a long time, there was a musty smell in the house as soon as I opened the door.
Jin Feng frowned, but since Runniang was not there, he could only make do with it.
"It's been a long time since I've been here. There's no hot water in the house, so I won't give you any water to drink."
Jin Feng said helplessly.
"Sir, do you want a drink of water? I'll go to the canteen to get a pot!"
Wan Yuhong didn't wait for Jin Feng to speak, and ran out with the kettle on the table.
Just as she left, Zuo Feifei's mother came.
"Sir, you haven't been to Tin Can Mountain for a while."
"There are a lot of things going on in the village recently, so it's a bit busy."
Jin Feng stood up with a smile.
Zuo Feifei and her mother also lived in the courtyard of the headmaster's house. They were door-to-door neighbors. When Jin Feng was in Tiegongshan, he had several meals at Zuo's house.
"Sir, no matter how busy you are, you should take care of your health. I see that you are thinner than last time you came here."
Mrs. Zuo Zhang said with concern: "I'll go to the supermarket to buy a hare to stew later. At noon, sir, don't go to the canteen. Come to my house for dinner."
"Then I'll trouble you." Jin Feng nodded with a smile.
Cooking, like female celebrities, is a quality that women in the feudal era must possess. Zuo Zhang's cooking skills are quite good, at least it is much more delicious than the big pot rice in the canteen.
After being reborn, Jin Feng did not feel wronged. Of course he would eat Xiao Zao if he had one.
"Sir, what you say is too outrageous. If it weren't for you, Feifei and I wouldn't know where we would have ended up."
Ms. Zuo Zhang said: "If sir, you like to eat the food I cook, don't go to the canteen again when you come to Tiequan Mountain in the future."
"Okay, then I won't be polite to you anymore. If I come to Iron Can Mountain again from now on, the trouble will be at your house." Jin Feng said with a smile.
"That's right," Mrs. Zuo Zhang said with a smile: "It stands to reason that my husband's kindness to me and Feifei is greater than the sky. Feifei has to repay her with her own body. What's the point of going for a few meals?"
"Haha, I'm so serious."
Jin Feng touched his nose and didn't know how to answer the question.
Zuo Zhang is also a smart person. One look at Jin Feng's expression and he knew that talking too much would be counterproductive, so he changed the subject with a smile:
"Sir, no one has lived in your house for a long time. The quilt is probably damp. Can I take it out for you and dry it in the sun?"
"Alright." Jin Feng nodded.
I promised the children to tell stories, but I definitely won't be able to go back tonight. Even if there is a musty smell in the house, if the quilt is also damp, then I won't be able to sleep.
Mrs. Zuo Zhang first went over and opened the windows, and then took out the quilts on the bed.
Jin Feng breathed a sigh of relief and pointed to the stool next to him: "Classmate Wan Heming, sit down."
"Sir, please call me Xiaohe. My parents and sister all call me that."
Wan Heming said obediently.
"Okay, I'll also call you Xiaohe from now on."
Jin Feng asked: "Who taught you how to draw?"
"My father taught me."
"Where's the gear set?"
"It was also taught by my father."
"Can you tell me what else your father taught you?" Jin Feng asked tentatively.
"No, my father said, you can't tell anyone except my son!" Wan Heming shook his head directly.
During the feudal period, craftsmen had a strong family concept, and craftsmanship was only passed down to sons, not even daughters.
For example, Wan Yuhong didn't learn as much as his eight-year-old brother.
Of course Jin Feng didn't ask to steal Wan Heming's advice, he just wanted to test Wan Heming in the school. Seeing that he was unwilling to talk, he didn't force himself and said with a smile: "If you don't want to talk, just don't talk. Then let's talk about something else."
Wan Yuhong came back and saw the two talking. After pouring the water, he stood aside and watched silently.
Next, Jin Feng asked Wan Heming some mathematical and mechanical knowledge, and became more and more fond of this child.
It's not that Wan Heming is really a genius. In fact, the mechanical knowledge he knows is very basic, and his mathematical knowledge is even worse than that of a third-grade child in his previous life. He is not proficient in multiplication and division.
What really surprised Jin Feng was that Wan Heming knew how to adapt and think, and was able to apply what he learned.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t have enough knowledge, Jin Feng can teach you slowly.
But active thinking cannot be taught, just like Mancang, who only knows how to learn by rote, and Jin Feng just does what he teaches, and knows no flexibility, let alone innovation.
If Xihewan wants to develop sustainably, what it needs most is talents like Wan Heming.
Jin Feng thought for a moment and asked: "Xiaohe, are you willing to become my master and my third disciple?"
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There was something going on at the construction site in the afternoon, so I called to come over and check it out. I thought I would be back soon, but it didn’t end until it got dark. I wore less clothes when I went out, and the cool breeze blew all afternoon. When I came back, I had a headache. If I hadn’t written this in the morning
There’s more than one chapter, so I’ll probably have some free time today… If I write one more chapter, Beichuan can get one more chapter’s royalties. If I can write more, Beichuan would also like to write more, but I have a severe headache today, and there’s nothing I can do about it, right?
Sorry, I'm really sorry. I promised more, but failed to deliver. I'm ashamed...