On the road leading from Fu'an Village to Jiangcheng, a carriage with a green tent flew by.

Suddenly, the curtain of the car window opened, and an oil paper bag flew out and fell into the nearby grass. After some tumbling, the honey crisps inside were scattered on the ground.

In the carriage, the young man who had always looked serious raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a rare smile.

Recalling the girl's bold confession, the smile on his face grew thicker.

"Geng Zhong."

He couldn't wait and asked: "Xia Qianqian secretly contributed a lot in this battle against Fanshan. How do you think my highness should reward her?"

Geng Zhong was driving, and when he heard his master's inquiry, he said without thinking: "Send money."

Miss Xia, I like silver the most.

Her family is too poor.

She wakes up early and stays up late all day long, either knitting backpacks or grinding beans to make tofu, which is really hard work.

Isn’t it just for the money that you work so hard?

"Send money?"

Ji Zimo thought about it.

She loves silver very much, but he has already given her a thousand taels of silver.

One thousand taels of silver was enough for her to eat and drink for many years.

But instead of spending money wantonly, she still worked hard.

Giving money will not alleviate her hard work.

Ji Zimo's eyes suddenly flashed across her red and swollen little hands, with many scratches between her fingers.

"Making tofu must be very hard!"

"Of course it's very hard!" Geng Zhong agreed: "Usually you have to get up at Yinshi, crush the beans bit by bit with a grindstone, and filter them, which is very labor-intensive."

"In Miss Xia's family, her mother has been ill all year round and her younger brother is young, so she does all the physical work. Her family doesn't even have a donkey to help."

The speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional.

Ji Zimo's eyes lit up.

The Qing tent carriage galloped all the way back to Mo Mansion.

Ji Zimo took off his robe and got out of the car, and galloped all the way. When he was about to go up the stairs, he turned around and said: "Geng Zhong, go to the market and buy a donkey."

"Ah?"

Geng Zhong was stunned for a moment, but then he reacted and said happily: "Yes, Your Highness, I will take care of it now."

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At the General's Mansion, Mr. Liu rushed over anxiously to diagnose Cao Ran's pulse as usual.

When he learned that Miss Xia had arrived, he regretted that he was still a step too late.

After giving Cao Ran a few words, he left the general gate and wanted to see the female master he had chosen.

When you go to see Master, you should always bring some gifts.

What should I bring?

He remembered what Zhu Zirong said about giving gifts that suit people's liking.

I racked my brains and thought about it, but I couldn't think of any suitable gift.

While I was worrying, I suddenly saw a little donkey tied to a tree trunk in the market not far away, braying loudly.

He suddenly had an idea.

Got it.

That girl has been grinding beans to make tofu recently. Tomorrow he will pay her a visit in the name of buying tofu and give her a donkey as a gift.

Give her a donkey to help her grind beans, saving her energy.

Wow haha, he is so smart.

Mr. Liu ran over quickly and without bargaining, he bought a little donkey for three taels of silver and led it back to Zhuxian Academy happily..

As the dean of Zhuxian College, even if others are in Jiangcheng, they rarely come to live here on weekdays.

But the real master behind Zhuxian Academy will definitely come to the academy to stay for a while at this time every year. He will come back every time, and it is rare for the two of them to meet once a year.

Mr. Liu led the donkey into the gate of Zhuxian Academy, which immediately attracted the attention of some people.

Some students recognized the dean, nodded and said hello: "Dean, hello."

Some other students, after greeting each other, secretly raised their eyes and thought to themselves.

This old man, the dean, is elusive all day long. For most of the year, he has never been seen.

This time, he was actually pulling a donkey.

Curious!

So curious.

Mo Yan, who was guarding the gate, saw this and hurriedly waved his hand, "The evening classes have begun. Students, go to class quickly."

A group of people chattered and dispersed.

Mo Yan stepped forward and looked at the stubborn old man and the stubborn donkey. One stood at the door and pulled hard in, while the other stood outside the door, backing away, unwilling to enter.

One person and one donkey are in a stalemate.

Mo Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He hurriedly stepped forward and stammered: "Dean, you... you are..."

"It's having a tantrum!"

Mr. Liu became a little anxious and glared: "Go to the kitchen quickly and bring me those carrots."

Mo Yan turned around and hurriedly went to the kitchen to get a basket of carrots.

Mr. Liu handed over a carrot.

Probably because he was hungry, as soon as there was something to eat, the donkey calmed down and chewed big mouthfuls of food.

Mr. Liu was very pleased.

He ran his hand along the hair on the donkey's back and whispered a warning: "Little donkey, tomorrow, I will take you to see my master. You must be obedient and don't embarrass me."

Mo Yan on the side heard this and looked embarrassed.

Mr. Liu, I want to give Master a donkey.

He struggled with his thoughts, then spoke, carefully reminding: "Sir, dean, it seems inappropriate to give a donkey as a gift."

Mr. Liu raised his eyes, looking surprised, then relieved.

He shook his head and looked at Mo Yan with an inscrutable look on his face, "You don't understand this. If you give me this gift, she will definitely like it."

He carried the basket, luring the donkey with carrots, and headed towards the fairy forest garden in the backyard.

Early the next morning, Xia Qianqian started her daily routine of making tofu.

Grinding tofu, making soy milk, and pressing tofu, all the steps were done one by one, and I was so tired that my back ached.

After finishing her work, she had no time to rest when someone knocked on the door.

When she opened the door, she saw that it was none other than Mr. Liu, the doctor beside the young master.

Not only did he come, he also led a disobedient little donkey with a carrot head and pulled him into the yard.

"Mr. Liu, what are you...?"

Mr. Liu put the reins of the donkey into her hand and said cheerfully: "I heard that you opened a business to make tofu. I'm asking for some tofu, and I'll give you a gift by the way."

As he spoke, his eyes fell on the disobedient donkey, "It has a stubborn temper, but it is strong. You can keep it for a few days and help you pull and grind beans. It will be a good laborer."

An adult donkey, with a fat mane and a strong body, has a small bell hanging on a red string around its neck. It shakes its head and moves its head, and the bell rings crisply.

There are two bags hanging on both sides of the donkey's body, one side contains carrots, and the other side contains some food such as wheat bran.

Xia Qianqian stepped forward, put her hand on the donkey, looked up and down, and nodded with satisfaction, "Mr. Liu, thank you."

In fact, she has been thinking about buying a donkey recently.

After all, she secretly used a wall-breaking machine to make soy milk, but if she did it too much in the future, she would inevitably be suspected by Li Yunniang.

It would be better to get a donkey to help.

Li Yunniang came out of the side room and saw Mr. Liu. She thought he was someone who came here to drink soy milk, so she invited him to sit down at a table nearby and said enthusiastically: "Mr., please wait a moment."

She ran to the kitchen, brought out a bowl of milky white soy milk, put it in front of him, "Sir, please drink slowly."

Mr. Liu picked up the bowl, took a sip, and couldn't help but praise: "Well, not bad, not bad."

This girl has such amazing medical skills.

I never thought that the skill of making soy milk is also outstanding.
Chapter completed!