Taohong wanted to say something but hesitated and could only bite her lips in silence.
"Besides, just escaping like this would be too advantageous for the Jiang family." Jiang Shanshan glanced at his younger brother.
Escape is just the last resort.
Maybe the Jiang family was just hoping that they would escape so that they could be accused and killed quietly!
In this case, it is better to stay here and take the initiative.
Before dawn the next day, there was a burst of noise in the yard, which woke up several people who had not rested for several days.
When I came out, I saw Mother Qin ordering people to bring pots of clothes over.
Thinking of the tricks used by the old woman, several people's faces darkened. Jiang Mingxuan clenched his hands and looked at these people coldly.
"Does the Jiang family even have a laundry room? All the clothes for the whole family must be here!"
Qin's mother snorted coldly, "The Jiang family is so kind to take in your siblings. Do you think you can really be like the master, doing nothing and providing for you with free food and drink?"
"We have never taken a penny more from the Jiang family. We have to earn our food and drink by working for ourselves. How can we say that we eat and drink for free?"
"What you did is nothing compared to what the Jiang family gave you." Qin's mother curled her lips disdainfully.
After everyone put the things away, she looked at them coldly and said, "These clothes must be washed and dried today. If anything goes wrong, the master will not be able to explain it to me."
After saying that, she turned around and left with the others.
Finally, Jiang Mingxuan was so angry that he kicked over the clothes.
"The Jiang family is really going too far." Taohong's pale face turned red with anger.
A few pots used to be fine, but now they are almost piled up into a mountain.
I’m afraid all the clothes from the laundry room have been carried over!
This old godly woman is really difficult to deal with.
Jiang Shanshan yawned, turned around and waved his hand, "Go back and catch up on your sleep first!"
Taohong jumped up immediately, "How can you still sleep?"
But no one paid attention to her. Once the door was closed, she couldn't hear anything.
Jiang Mingxuan breathed out and said to her with a cold face: "You should go back too! I'll come here."
Taohong's hands were still bandaged, so it was really not suitable to go into the water. The old woman's move was clearly aimed at the two of them.
Although I am angry, there is really nothing I can do now.
At three o'clock in the morning, Jiang Shanshan came out of the room after having had enough sleep. He saw Jiang Mingxuan filling his head with water.
There were several basins of washed clothes lying in the courtyard.
Jiang Shanshan walked over and said, "Did you really listen to her and wash yourself?"
"It's not like I've never done it before, so I tolerated it for a while." Jiang Mingxuan said calmly.
Anyway, there is always a chance to return it in the future.
Jiang Shanshan looked at his calm brother and thought to himself.
A gentleman's revenge is never too late after ten years. This is absolutely true.
"Okay, don't wash it." Jiang Shanshan sat down next to him and held his hand.
On a late autumn day, even though the well water was warm, it couldn't warm my hands.
She lowered her eyes and saw that her brother's fingers were long and slender, with clear joints.
"Your hands are not for rough work." She took out the handkerchief and wiped the water off his head.
Jiang Mingxuan frowned, but if he didn't do it, his sister, who had just recovered from illness, would do it.
Taohong is hurt again...
"Okay, now hurry up and write a few more words for me." Jiang Shanshan pulled him up and urged.
"What do you want me to write for?"
"Children, don't ask too many questions..."
Jiang Mingxuan: "..." Aren't they the same size?
After much tossing, Jiang Shanshan quietly left the yard carrying a few poems written by Jiang Mingxuan.
Before leaving, she asked for some money from Taohong, and when she met the janitor, she gave her some money.
"Mom, please be accommodating. I'll go out here and look for a chance to survive. It won't take long."
Upon hearing this, the janitor thought she couldn't stand Mother Qin's abuse and wanted to seek help, so she felt even more pity for her.
"Good boy, when you leave this door, don't go forward. Go west in a circle and then go back. You must be back before evening."
Jiang Shanshan hurriedly thanked her, which was regarded as accepting her affection.
Seeing her leave, the woman who looked after the door held the silver in her hand and walked towards the other end.
Jiang Shanshan successfully climbed out of the wall and left the Jiang family.
On the street, she asked around and finally walked into a study.
"You should be right about washing the inkstone." She took a deep breath and walked in.
It was deserted inside, not like a study but more like a utility room.
Many of the books have fallen into dust, and most of them are old. The only advantage is that they are neat and tidy, and they are the kind that no one else would come in even if they take a look at them.
The shopkeeper inside was dozing lazily.
Jiang Shanshan approached and knocked on the table.
"Shopkeeper, can we recruit students here?" As she said this, she glanced behind the curtain with her peripheral vision.
The shopkeeper who was woken up yawned, squinted his eyes, waved his hands and said: "I can't afford to support anyone, so why should I accept students?"
"Shopkeeper, don't refuse in a hurry. I have a younger brother in my family who has been very smart since he was a child. In the early years, he was somewhat knowledgeable under the guidance of my mother. Unfortunately, because of his status, he never hired a teacher and went to school.
, how about you take a look at his handwriting and then make a plan?"
"You've never been to school, have you ever asked a teacher?" The shopkeeper didn't believe it.
Look at what this girl said, I'm afraid her mother is not here either.
Like this, no matter how smart you are, what can you do?
Seeing that he was about to refuse, Jiang Shanshan immediately took out the things he was carrying.
"Look, shopkeeper, this is my brother's humble work. Can you accept it or not? How about you give me a few comments?"
I wanted to refuse, but the shopkeeper glanced at the words on the paper and hesitated.
"After the moon rises from the dark clouds, and one enters the sun..." He read two sentences and then paused suddenly.
I glanced at Jiang Shanshan and then read the first two sentences, feeling a little surprised.
"Shopkeeper, take your time and look, there are a few more pictures here."
Jiang Shanshan did not miss the opportunity and hurriedly spread out the other two pieces of paper.
At this time, the shopkeeper didn't say anything, but looked at it seriously.
Let’s not talk about a few poems, but the words alone are excellent. The writing is straight, vigorous and powerful.
After a moment, he raised his head and said, "Is this really what your brother did?"
"That's still false. I saw what he wrote with my own eyes, and the ink marks are all new."
The shopkeeper nodded, but still rejected her, "If it is really your brother's work, he does have some talent, but the shop is not a private school and does not recruit students."
Jiang Shanshan was stunned and glanced behind the curtain again without any trace.
"Then, can the shopkeeper sell me some books so that my brother can learn more?"
The shopkeeper nodded. He had a good seedling. Although he couldn't harvest it, it would still be ok to give it a little convenience.
Seeing that the girl was plainly dressed, I thought of it as a gift and formed a good relationship.
"You can pick whatever you want!" After a pause, "No money is needed."
Jiang Shanshan curled his lips and said, "Thank you so much, shopkeeper."
Immediately, she came to the dusty bookshelf, looked at it, pinched her nose and said, "Do you have "The Art of Thousands of War" written by Yu Gong here?"
After the words fell, the shopkeeper suddenly raised his head, as if he didn't expect that she would know about this book. He glanced at the curtain behind him and said with his usual expression: "What kind of military book does a scholar want?"
"Who said scholars can't be martial arts?" Jiang Shanshan put his hands behind his back and looked at him with clear eyes.
"My brother is not only interested in the four directions, but also in the world. If the world is uneasy, how can our family be safe? If we have no family, how can we serve the country?"
The shopkeeper was shocked by what she said and his beard trembled, but he did not refute.
"How did the girl know about this book?"
At this time, a voice came from behind the curtain and asked slowly.