So within half a month, news about the newly opened martial arts gym spread throughout Nanhuai. It was said that the martial arts gym offered a sky-high price of ten taels of silver a year, which ordinary people could not afford. This price was the Chu Family Martial Arts School.
Five times that of the museum!
After this gimmick was enough, curious people naturally came to his door. Ling Zhenfei was really capable in martial arts. When people came to his door, he showed his ability. The person who wanted to send the child thought about it.
I felt that it was worth the money, and at the same time I felt that sending the children here would also help me gain face, so within a short time more than ten children were sent over.
In order to form a more favorable competitive advantage, Su Zhiyu simply added a service - teaching. At this time, she would like to thank Pei Donglang. If he hadn't forced her to read and write, she might not be competent. Now she found that this can also be achieved.
Got a craft.
Another half month passed, and the door of Feiyu Martial Arts School was almost broken. Su Zhiyu checked the number of people and accepted forty children with good qualifications and good family backgrounds. So Feiyu Martial Arts School was opened.
People in Nanhuai will see the director and instructor of the martial arts school teaching children martial arts in the courtyard every day. His "wife" is watching him with a smile, and occasionally she will help him wipe the sweat from his forehead when he is tired.
He is very affectionate. His "wife" also teaches children how to read and write. The children always say that this female gentleman is not only very interesting, but also knowledgeable, and they all like this martial arts gym.
In this way, Su Zhiyu and Ling Zhenfei took root in Nanhuai. About two months later, Feiyu Martial Arts School welcomed another child. It was none other than the child of the "couple". Everyone only knew the child's nickname.
His name is Lele, but no one knows his name.
The "couple" loved the child very much, but they also had to support the family, so they divided the work. When Ling Zhenfei taught the child martial arts, Su Zhiyu took care of Lele. When Su Zhiyu taught the child to read, Ling Zhenfei came to take care of the child.
Poor Ling Zhenfei was still a half-year-old child, and he was very anxious to take care of the baby. He saw Su Zhiyu gently pick it up and shake it twice, and the baby stopped crying. But he was coaxing him from left to right, almost like a cow or a horse.
The child still kept crying. Suddenly, the child was one head and two older.
On this day, Su Zhiyu came back from teaching. He heard Ling Zhenfei almost begging, "My little ancestor, I beg you to stop crying. Why can't you just follow me and stop making such a fuss?"
The only response he received was the cry of a baby. Ling Zhenfei was helpless and almost collapsed, "Lele, listen to my father's advice. You won't be able to comfort your beautiful wife after you cry all over your face."
Su Zhiyu couldn't help laughing and walked in, "Young Master Bad Lele." Ling Zhenfei immediately rushed over as if he had seen a savior, "Yu'er, you are here. Lele has been crying for a long time, and his voice is almost hoarse from crying. I think back then I
It wasn't so hard to coax when I was a kid."
"He has a stinky poop, don't you smell a strange smell?" Su Zhiyu walked over and skillfully took off the quilt wrapped around Lele. Sure enough, a strange smell came out. Su Zhiyu changed the diaper.
He cleaned it carefully, and then wrapped it in a clean cloth. As expected, Lele stopped crying, giggling and waving his little hands.
Su Zhiyu picked up the diaper and said, "Xiao Feifei, go wash this."
Ling Zhenfei's face suddenly turned pale, "Yu'er, everything else is easy to say. This...this...I..."