typeface
large
in
Small
Turn off the lights
Previous bookshelf directory Bookmark Next

Four hundred and fortieth IX story book

"Of course, as long as you send someone here, she can learn some skills, and the female school will also arrange work for outstanding students. The monthly income of one or two taels of silver per month is not more than what you can earn at home by doing laundry and cooking, and

Reading and literacy can also broaden their horizons and give them general knowledge, which will be good for the young lady's reputation and for finding her husband's family in the future..."

Jiang Miao was afraid that they would not be tempted, so she directly used her trump card. Her parents hoped that their daughter would marry a good family, and her words really touched the hearts of these people.

"What the princess said is that we are not ignorant parents. If the children are capable, we cannot delay them. Her father and I can do the work at home. If my daughter wants to go to school, I will send her to school.

go."

Within a few words, everyone's thoughts changed. After all, girls' education is free. It depends on how much her daughter can learn. Even if she only learns some food recipes, that's fine. She can make some money by setting up a stall on the street in the future.

Even if you don't have enough money to marry into your husband's family, you can still be looked down upon by others because of your reputation as a scholar.

The more everyone thought about it, the more they felt it was suitable. They rushed to sign up their daughters. After a while, Jiang Miao's girls' school was full.

It took two months for the academy to be built, and the printing house was asked to print a lot more teaching materials. There were six teachers in the academy, and Qi Xiuyuan, who taught the Four Books and Five Classics, was recruited from Zhenjiang Academy.

Xu Zilan taught business, Zhao Mingzhen taught chess, calligraphy and painting, and Wu Yue taught martial arts. Zhao Jing knew that Jiang Miao was running an academy, so he specially sent an old doctor from the Imperial Hospital to teach medical skills. This Imperial Doctor Xun was a master of gynecology, so naturally he taught everything.

Special prescription for treating gynecological diseases.

When Jiang Miao heard this, she was very impressed. The mortality rate of gynecological diseases in ancient times was extremely high because such diseases were too difficult to talk about. However, the environmental sanitation in ancient times was poor. Many women had various problems when they gave birth to children. Poor people did not have money to treat them.

The richer ones are embarrassed, so they can only drag it.

But if she can train a group of medical women, they will not only be able to treat people, but these medical women will also have an iron rice bowl, and they will never be unemployed if they are skilled in their crafts.

Other food recipes, spices and tailoring and embroidery are taught by people from various shops. Jiang Miao made the teaching materials herself, with recipes and fragrant recipes printed on them. They are all simple daily recipes. If you learn them in class, you can

Practice at home.

Food teaching is the most effective. The first class of the girls’ school taught them spicy and sour potato shreds. Jiang Miao didn’t test their knife skills, but only needed to make the food taste good. That day, the girls at home had all the food for lunch.

Shredded potatoes, paired with fragrant rice, it’s so appetizing.

"This portion costs ten cents at the food court. We didn't know how to make it before, but we didn't expect to be able to eat it at home. Our daughter's learning was not in vain."

"No, I heard from Niu'er that Fangfang is very talented in embroidery. She can embroider purses in less than a month. Fangfang said that she should study hard and become an embroiderer in Yuhua Building in a month.

It’s two months’ worth.”

"Well, we girls should also study hard and try to uphold our mother's reputation. In the future, we won't be the embroiderers, we will be the shopkeepers."

Such conversations have also occurred in other families. Now they all know the benefits of letting their daughters study. And the little girls have seen the vastness of the outside world through reading and literacy, and naturally work harder to absorb the nutrients of knowledge.

Daya took Zhou Ling and Erya to the same class. Erya was just three years old and couldn't learn the others, so she learned calligraphy from Daya. People are kind-hearted at first, and they can read quite decently by shaking their heads.

Jiang Miao secretly watched them several times. Every little girl was studying seriously. She felt warm in her heart. As long as she could help them, Jiang Miao would be happy.

After returning home from the girls' school, Shen Yanqing was on duty early today. She changed into regular clothes and was half leaning on the bed. There was a charcoal basin in the room to keep it warm. Jiang Miao blew a breeze outside, took off her outer cloak and got into his room. In arms.

The hair of the two of them was twisted together. Jiang Miao hugged his waist and rubbed it. A few hairs stood up and looked particularly cute. Shen Yanqing couldn't help but pinch them.

"Are you done?"

"Well, what are you looking at?"

Shen Yanqing usually read official documents, and Jiang Miao was not interested in boring things like that, but she could tell at a glance that the book in his hand was not official.

Shen Yanqing chuckled, stretched out his arm, and gave her a bunch.

"Here, if you like the book."

It turns out that Jiang Miao likes to read story books, but she has read all the new books in Beijing. She has been feeling depressed these days. Shen Yanqing asked her bookstore to post a notice specifically to collect story books at a high price, just to make Pomeranian happy.

He just read a book. Although the writing is immature, the story is more exciting. Jiang Miao might like it.

"so much?"

Jiang Miao was shocked when she heard that these were just scripts.

This was enough for her to watch for several months.

"Thank you sir..."

She smiled and lay in his arms acting coquettishly. She put her two slender arms on his shoulders and took the initiative to put her red lips on him.

It feels so good to be cared about by the one you love.

"Well, not enough..."

Shen Yanqing lay on the bed and allowed her to kiss him. His black hair was spread behind his head, and the ends of his eyes were red and sultry. He clearly tolerated it to the extreme, but he still deliberately tempted her to take the initiative.

However, possessiveness got the better of her, and Jiang Miao continued to do what he did. She gently untied her collar, revealing her white and slender neck, her red dress looming, and Shen Yanqing's eyes were as dark as ink, brewing a storm. His throat couldn't help but slide, but before he could react, his Adam's apple was bitten.

His warm lips held it and grinded it repeatedly, the teeth gently scratched it, which was painful and refreshing. Shen Yanqing's knuckles violently grasped the mattress, and a broken moan came out of his mouth.

"Hmm...Miaoya..."

"Isn't it enough? I'll give it all to you today."

Jiang Miao was also a sultry little fairy. She used all the tricks she learned in the storybook on him, lighting the man on fire with her fingertips and burning all his sanity.

"I will give my life to you..."

The man's eyes turned red and he went on the offensive. Jiang Miao put out all the fires she had lit. The two of them worked hard from noon to late at night. Fortunately, they shared the same courtyard with Granny Zhang and the others, otherwise the couple would have felt awkward in their love.

Qinglian and Qingwei had already gone to bed. Jiang Miao's waist and back ached from being tortured, but her stomach was empty. She was so hungry that she kicked Shen Yanqing.

"Go cook!"

If he hadn't lost his self-control, she wouldn't have been unable to eat dinner.

All Jiang Miao's misunderstandings were blamed on Shen Yanqing. The man chuckled helplessly and rubbed her waist.

"I know little ancestor, I'll go right away."

Shen Yanqing doesn't cook much, but he can still cook simple noodles. He cooked two bowls of Yangchun noodles, which were particularly appetizing when topped with green onions.

Shen Yanqing brought the noodles into the room and saw an indescribable expression on the face of the young lady on the bed.

"What's wrong?"


This chapter has been completed!
Previous Bookshelf directory Bookmark Next