"Uncle Wang doesn't want to eat, so it's an advantage for me!" He was not angry.

After finishing one bun, he picked up another bun. While eating, he glanced sideways at Hu Tang and said to himself: "It's delicious to eat the same thing as you!"

The metaphor of this sentence has a strange feeling.

No matter how you listen to it, it doesn't sound like it's coming from the mouth of a person who is usually cold-hearted.

Xia Qianqian sneered: "Haha, as long as you like it."

Hu Tang on the side, holding more than half a bowl of tofu noodle, suddenly felt that it no longer tasted good.

Tofu is available every day and can be eaten every day.

But those wild vegetable steamed buns are not something you can eat every day.

The most terrible thing is that he insists on eating the same steamed buns with the girl.

In this round, he had to admit that Mo Yu was a head above him.

Hu Tang lowered his head and ate the tofu poutine in the bowl like crazy. He put the bowl on the table and said cheerfully: "Girl, I'm going back first. I'll come back to help you sell the tofu poutine tomorrow."

"No, no, no!" Xia Qianqian shook her head repeatedly, "I can sell it."

"No need. You don't have to. There are so many girls in the academy waiting for me."

He wiped his mouth, turned around, walked to the big tree not far away, jumped on his horse, and drove away.

Seeing that it was getting late, Xia Qianqian asked Yuanbao to help her pack her things and put all the items in the stall on the bullock cart.

Uncle Wang, who had been hiding behind the tree trunk, only now poked his head out, nodded and bowed to Ji Zimo, "Hello, Mr. Mo."

After saying hello, he jumped on the shaft and drove the bullock cart away quickly.

Yuan Baozhu stood between the two of them, looking at Ji Zimo with a happy face, "Brother Mo."

He called him sweetly, then restrained his joy and shouted politely: "You are my sister's husband, so I will also call you sir."

He corrected him solemnly, smiled casually, and called secretly: "Brother Mo, in Yuan Bao's heart, you will always be the best Brother Mo."

Yuanbao, this brat, is so flattering.

After he finished speaking, he turned around and ran towards the academy.

The bulging schoolbag was fluttering around like a swallow happily.

Xia Qianqian laughed dumbly, smoothed down her rolled-up sleeves, raised her eyes, and said, "Mr. Mo, will you teach for us today?"

"No!" He walked beside her and whispered: "Today is the Changzi class."

There is also a men's class in Zhuxian Academy, which is named after the beginning of the four characters "prosperity".

"Okay, I'll leave first."

She packed her things, picked up her basket and was about to leave. The person behind her called her, "Come to Hanxuan Courtyard to find me at noon."

"Ah?" Xia Qianqian was a little confused.

"When you come, you will know."

"Oh!"

Xia Qianqian turned around and walked quickly to the Guizi class.

Ji Zimo stood on one side of the corridor, watching her figure disappear around the corner. Then he came back to his senses and called out, "Geng Zhong."

Geng Zhong appeared out of thin air like a ghost, bowed his hands and said: "Young Master."

Ji Zimo's eyes fell on the ear room inside the gate: "In that room, open a new door on the wall near the street."

"Yes!" Geng Zhong agreed.

Ji Zimo thought about it and ordered: "Post a notice at the school gate that the house in Zhuxian College is for rent. Anyone with a handwritten letter issued by the government to set up a stall can bid for the rent and let Mr. Liu go.

Do it."

Geng Zhong understood the idea carefully and said to himself: "In May in Jiangcheng, there is a lot of rain, so setting up a stall outside will really make you suffer."

Ji Zimo glared at him and scolded: "You are the only one who talks too much."

Geng Zhong chuckled, touched his forehead and said, "I obey my orders."

……

In the Guizi class, Yu Yinghua stood on the podium, wearing a peony-patterned dress, as eye-catching as a blazing flame.

Today, the subject she talked about was about female virtue.

In ancient times, women generally married, raised their husbands and raised children, and worked hard all their lives.

Generally speaking, the content in the book instills obedience in women.

Obey your elders, obey your husband, obey your son, be an obedient puppet and puppet all your life, just give without asking for anything in return...

As the only female teacher at Zhuxian Academy, Yu Yinghua's views are eye-catching, and she has some advanced thoughts that have traveled through thousands of years.

She put her hands on the lectern and looked at the peach blossoms flying outside the window, with a calm expression and a lot of emotion: "I believe everyone has heard a saying, marry a man, marry a man, dress and eat; marry a wife, marry a wife, reproduce."<

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These words were a bit explicit, and some girls lowered their heads in shame upon hearing this.

Only Xia Qianqian raised her head curiously, waiting for her husband's next words.

"But can a woman's life only be dependent on men and become a tool for the reproduction of offspring?" Facing these young faces, Yu Yinghua asked a soul-like question.

A girl in pink clothes answered: "Mom said, as long as I marry the right person and add a boy to the family, my status in the family will be secure. I will not have to worry about food and drink for the rest of my life."

"Yes!" Someone echoed: "My mother told me too."

"So, I came to study because I want to learn more knowledge. In the future, I can add fragrance to his red sleeves and grind them to make delicious food. I will definitely win his heart." Another girl agreed.

"Ren Yuan'er," Yu Yinghua called the female student in pink and asked, "What if you marry the wrong person?"

Ren Yuan'er was stunned, as if she had never thought about this problem. She suppressed her blush for a moment and hesitated: "I... it must be the order of my parents and the matchmaker's words to marry me. The person my parents have examined must be

OK."

Hearing this, the others nodded one after another.

Seeing this, Yu Yinghua felt a little disappointed.

He glanced away and saw Xia Qianqian standing by the window, smiling and shaking her head.

"Xia Xiazi," she called her name loudly, "how do you feel about this?"

As soon as Yu Yinghua asked Xia Qianqian, the people around suddenly burst into laughter, and some people even timidly whispered: "What's the point of asking her?"

"I heard that she used to be stupid and crazy. No one came to propose marriage, so she is eighteen years old and has not yet married."

"That's right! I'm an old girl at the age of eighteen. I can't even think about what I would do if I didn't get married at the age of eighteen?" Someone echoed.

Suddenly, there was silence in the room. A chill ran down the back of the man's neck. He quickly shrank his neck and turned his head, not daring to look at the gentleman on the desk.

By the way, Mr. Zai is almost thirty years old this year.

In ancient times, this was considered an old woman.

It stands to reason that she has excellent looks and a unique personality, and there are countless people chasing her.

Shan said that at Zhuxian Academy, Zhu Zirong secretly fell in love with her and tried to marry her, but she rejected him.

She doesn't want to get married.

Her parents were so angry that they kicked her out of the house, severing the relationship between mother and daughter.

Such an abnormal behavior that subverts ethics really puzzles everyone.

And she entered Zhuxian College and became a teacher in the Guizi class. Sometimes she made some radical remarks and was often protested by the parents of female students.

But she ignored it and went her own way, which was really stubborn and life-threatening.
Chapter completed!