Cheng Qingwen helped Cheng Hua'er into the house and said softly: "When they come later, just close the door and don't pay attention."
"It's all my fault that I was blind and fell in love with such a bastard." The woman sighed softly and held her hand.
"Scumbags can be found everywhere." Cheng Qingwen smiled and said, "Auntie, let's call Aunt Liu and Sister Qiaoqiao tomorrow to collect grain from the fields."
"But you still have to attend classes at the ancestral hall tomorrow morning." Cheng Hua'er thought for a moment, and then said: "Let's do this, Aunt Liu and I will go together tomorrow, and you and Qiaoqiao go to the school first."
Cheng Qingwen listened to her firm words, thought about it, and agreed.
The two talked for a while, and then actually went to the kitchen to cook.
Cheng Qingwen took the flour that was just ground today and planned to make pancakes.
She kneaded the dough first, then heated the pan, brushed the cake with a layer of lard, put it into the pan, and waited until both sides were golden brown before taking it out of the pan.
Cheng Hua'er walked into the kitchen smelling the aroma, looked at a few pancakes placed on the bowl, and swallowed: "Huanhan, when did you...learn how to make pancakes?"
"Ah, when I was in town two days ago, I saw them doing it and wanted to try it, but I didn't expect it to work."
Cheng Qingwan's expression remained unchanged as he handed the cake to the woman: "Mom, please try it."
Cheng Hua'er took a bite and her eyes lit up instantly: "It's so delicious. Let Aunt Liu try it when she comes tomorrow."
Cheng Qingwen responded with a smile and kept moving his hands.
"Mrs. Cheng, Miss Cheng, are you at home?"
A Zhu's voice came in from outside, and Cheng Qinghan quickly handed the spatula to the woman and walked out.
Outside the yard, A Zhu was leading a cow and holding a food box in his hand.
"Miss Cheng, this is medicine for Madam. I heard that you needed a cow recently, so you asked me to bring it over. This cow is very strong and will be able to grind flour in less than three days."
Cheng Qingwen was stunned for a moment, took the food box, and then said after a while: "Do you have to report everything to your family?"
"I don't understand what the girl means."
"How do you adults know that I need an ox to turn the millstone?"
A Zhu laughed when he heard it, and then said, "You should ask Mrs. Cheng about this."
Cheng Qingwen turned around and glanced at the figure in the kitchen. He was about to say something, but was blocked by a smell of paste.
"Not good." She yelled, gave A Zhu the food box in her hand, and immediately ran into the kitchen.
"Huan Huan, this cake... is burnt." Cheng Hua'er held up the spatula with an innocent look on her face.
Cheng Qingwen looked at the person in front of him and breathed a sigh of relief: "If you're confused, you don't need it. Just be fine."
After saying that, he took the spatula and put the battered cake aside.
"I just watched you talking to the kid outside, and I thought you and him were quite a match, so I was so absorbed in it that I forgot to turn over."
After hearing this, Cheng Qingwen remembered that A Zhu was still standing at the door, so he turned to the woman and said, "Aniang, go outside and get the medicine in his hand."
Cheng Hua'er nodded and walked out immediately.
After a while, Cheng Qingwen baked the last cake and put it in a bowl.
Just as he was about to carry it into the house, he heard Cheng Hua'er asking for information about A Zhu.
"How old are you this year? Are you married? What do you do at home?"
"I am sixteen years old and have never married. My family members all work in the Yuan family."
"A family in Yuanfu has a son, so what do you think of our family, Huanwan?"
When A Zhu heard this, he immediately reacted and waved his hands quickly: "No, no, no."
"You don't like my Huanwan?"
Cheng Qinghan walked in quickly with noodles in hand: "Auntie!"
Cheng Huaer did not give up and continued to ask.
"This... I have absolutely nothing against Miss Cheng."
When Cheng Hua'er heard this, she wanted to ask something else, but was interrupted.
Cheng Qingwen packed up some noodles and handed them to A Zhu: "It's getting late. Go back and thank your family for me."
Upon hearing this, A-Zhu quickly took the things, stood up and walked out.
Cheng Hua'er looked at the back and said softly: "You are handsome and tall. I will be able to protect you in the future."
"Aniang, he just said that he doesn't have that heart."
"Nonsense, why do you care so much if you don't have the heart? You are obviously embarrassed to say it."
Cheng Qingwan took a bite of the pancake and asked, "Why is he interested in me?"
"I deliver medicine every day, help catch thieves, help with harvesting, and today, I also sent a cow. Isn't this considered caring?" Cheng Hua'er said, twirling his fingers.
"You mentioned the cow, and I remembered it. Did you tell Lord Yuan that our family wanted a cow?"
"Yes, when we went to the ancestral hall that day, we just chatted a few words."
Cheng Qingwen sighed and said softly: "Auntie, Mr. Yuan is a good official who loves the people like his own son. You have said so. Of course he will come to solve our difficulties."
Cheng Hua'er listened to this and thought about it carefully: "So, this cow was sent by Master Yuan?"
Cheng Qinghan nodded.
"Yes, I heard Widow Liu say a few days ago that the roof leaked, and it looked like a water curtain hole when it rained. I don't know how it got to Mr. Yuan's ears, and the next day, it was rebuilt.
watt."
Seeing this, Cheng Qingwen quickly said: "So, Mr. Yuan is a good official. Let's not mess around. By then, A Zhu will not even dare to come to our place."
Cheng Hua'er nodded and looked at the person in front of him: "I don't want to find you a good husband so that he can protect you in the future."
"Auntie, I'm still young, let's talk about it later."
Cheng Qingwan coaxed the woman to finish her meal and then went to bed to sleep.
She breathed a sigh of relief, lay on the bed, and fell asleep soon.
The next day, before dawn, Cheng Qingwan was called by Cheng Hua'er.
She washed up in confusion, had breakfast, and went out. When she arrived at the door of the ancestral hall, her genius was bright.
Cheng Qingwen looked at Song Qiaoqiao on the side and asked softly: "What time will Master Yuan come?"
"At three o'clock in the morning."
"What time is it now?"
"Just arrived at Mao hour."
"It's still so early." Cheng Qingwen turned to look at the person next to him: "Your mother-in-law also asked you to get up so early."
Song Qiaoqiao nodded and said softly: "I have never been to school. Auntie said I should seize this opportunity and learn more from Lord Yuan."
Cheng Qingwen was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then realized that there was no compulsory education in ancient times, and only daughters from wealthy families could study.
Not far away, Yuan Qi saw two women standing under the faint light and hurriedly walked over.
"The two girls came so early."
Cheng Qingwen took a look at him. He was wearing a long green gown and a jade crown, and he looked like a young man from an aristocratic family. Only the black and green look in front of him seemed out of place.
"Didn't you sleep well last night?"
Motoqi was stunned for a moment before he could answer. Atong beside him said: "My dear, our family has copied more than a dozen books day and night these days, just so that you can have books in class."
Cheng Qingwen looked at him and saw him staring straight at her, as if he had great hatred.
"Then why don't you help me and make him so tired?"
"Atong." Motoqi called his name lightly, blocking his words: "Open the door and invite the two girls in."
Cheng Qingwen was about to turn around when he saw the figure not far away. He came close to A Zhu and asked, "Is that Ling'er?"
A Zhu nodded and said softly: "The old lady sent a letter and specifically told Ling'er to stay here to take care of you."
Cheng Qingwen nodded, and then pulled Song Qiaoqiao inside.
The two of them randomly found a seat and sat down. After a while, there were two books in front of them.
Looking along the slender fingers, Motoqi's beautiful eyes looked at her with a smile.
"If you don't understand anything in Miss Cheng's class, you can ask questions at any time."
Cheng Qingwen responded blankly, and then opened the book in his hand. Ancient poems came into view, with insights written in small characters next to them.
She looked sideways and saw that Song Qiaoqiao's book only contained poems. Comparing it carefully, she found that the handwriting of the poems was the same as the handwriting of the opinions in her book.
This book of hers is the book Motoqi used...
Cheng Qingwen raised her head and looked at the person in front of her, but she didn't expect to meet his eyes. She didn't know why, but she felt guilty and quickly lowered her head.
Ling'er, who was sitting on the other side, watched this scene, gritted his teeth, stood up, walked to Yuan Qi, and asked affectionately: "Sir, is the soup I made last night still to your liking?"
"I won't eat again after Youshi, and there is no need to send it to you in the future." Yuanqi took a step back and continued: "Although grandma said that you should stay here, I still advise you to return to the capital. The conditions here are hard, and you don't
It’s suitable to stay here.”
"Ling'er is not afraid, as long as he can stay with the adults." Ling'er whispered softly. He wanted to say something more, but the face of the person in front of him darkened.
"I will not allow grandma's promise to you." Motoqi glanced at her, and then said: "The students are coming soon, please sit back down first."
Ling'er turned around and lowered her eyes to cover the tears in her eyes.
Cheng Qingwen held up the book, revealing only a pair of eyes.
"What are you looking at?" Song Qiaoqiao asked softly.
"What a show." Cheng Qingwen leaned her head over and whispered: "As the saying goes, when a woman chases a man, there is a veil between them, but how do I see it? There is a mountain between them."
Song Qiaoqiao pulled her sleeve and shook her head: "Master Yuan is looking at you."
Cheng Qingwen raised her head and met his eyes. She quickly sat down and acted like a good student.
There were many people coming to attend the lecture. Almost every family in the village sent their children, and the whole ancestral hall was overcrowded.
Fortunately, Cheng Qingwen and Song Qiaoqiao came early and grabbed seats, otherwise they would have had to stand at the back to listen to the class.
This morning, Motoqi seemed to pay special attention to her, slapping her from time to time to answer.
At noon, everyone was a little hungry. Finally, Motoqi gave an order, and everyone handed their books back and went home to eat.
"Go to my house for dinner. I baked some cakes yesterday. Come and try them." Cheng Qingwen held Song Qiaoqiao's hand and said with a smile.
"Miss Cheng, thank you for the cake yesterday. It tasted very good." Yuanqi walked up to the two of them at some point and said with a smile.
Cheng Qingwen was stunned for a moment, and then out of courtesy, he quickly said: "I want to thank you for helping me a lot."
"In that case, Miss Cheng, can you discuss with me the technology of growing wheat?"
Cheng Qingwan opened her mouth and spoke after a while: "Have you planted the wheat, sir?"
Yuan Qi nodded: "It has been planted and it is growing well so far."
"Then my lord, just wait for the good news." Cheng Qinghan looked at the Atong brothers and sisters not far away, and said seriously: "Also, why don't you get married as soon as possible or marry Miss Ling'er."
After Cheng Qingwen finished speaking, he took Song Qiaoqiao away, leaving Yuan Qi in confusion.
"Wanwan, what did you mean when you said this just now...?"
"Did you see the way Ling'er and Atong looked at me? They were both not friendly, as if I had snatched someone away..."
Song Qiaoqiao didn't respond. After thinking for a long time, she walked to the door of Cheng's house and said, "Huanhan, I think Master Yuan treats you very differently." This chapter has been completed!