She didn't care about Jiangnan. She only knew that the pretty boy in front of her had the later chapters of "Dream of Red Mansions" in her mind. In order to maintain a sense of presence in front of her close friends, she couldn't offend him now.
"Sir, what are you talking about? The student has learned from the experience in recent days and knows that he has done many stupid things in the past. As a result, he has a bad reputation and many people shy away from him when they see the student. Only sir, you know that there are tigers in the mountains, so you prefer the tiger.
Mountain……"
Halfway through the words, Sai Jiangnan felt that the description was a bit inappropriate, and quickly changed his words, "No, no, it's like going up the mountain of swords and going down the frying pan... It's also wrong, it's like treating death like..."
Xia Shang already had an old black face: "Enough, enough! Look at those bad words you said. This is caused by insufficient education and low ideological awareness, so in the future, under the guidance of the teacher, we must
The old man spoke like a mantra, so Sai Jiangnan quickly interrupted: "I know, I know, students must study hard."
As he spoke, he diligently stepped forward to hold Xia Shang's hand, respectfully, and guided him step by step to the desk to sit down, not forgetting to pour a cup of tea, and then sat back obediently in his seat, upright.
He put his hands on the ground and sat upright, looking like a typical good student.
Xia Shang was frightened that his student was so good.
Everyone knows the murderous character of Sai Jiangnan. Since he is actually near Sai Mansion, everyone frowns when the word "Sai Jiangnan" is mentioned.
Could she suddenly become so good?
Xia Shang wouldn’t believe it!
There are only two possibilities for this behavior.
One is a prank, deliberately showing weakness, waiting for an opportunity.
The second is to ask for something.
What is hidden in Sai Jiangnan's heart is not clear yet, so we need to wait and see for it to change.
In terms of scheming, Xia Shang believed that no one in this era could rival him. No matter whether this girl was soft or hard, she would definitely not get any benefits.
With the plan in mind, Xia Shang didn't think too much. He drank tea and watched the catkins falling in the yard, waiting for Xiao Cui to bring his homework.
After a cup of tea, Xiaocui came with a thick stack of manuscripts.
Xia Shang looked at it briefly. Although the handwriting was not very good, it could be seen that the two of them copied the book very carefully and the handwriting was neat and orderly.
Xia Shang nodded: "The book is copied well."
"Since sir, you think it's good, then the bet we talked about last time..."
"this……"
Xia Shang had really forgotten about this. He had already spent all the twenty taels of silver on healing his wounds and taking medicine, and now he only had a few scattered coins.
Seeing Xia Shang's expression of embarrassment, Sai Jiangnan was not surprised but happy. She had expected that her husband would not give her money, and she did not want him to give her money. Her purpose was to read the later chapters of "Dream of Red Mansions", and her husband could not give her any money.
Just in time, you can use this as a reason to ask the other party to write out the following chapters.
"Sir, since we don't want to give you any silver, how about we try another way?"
Xia Shang smiled in his heart: "This girl is so restless."
"Then tell me how to change it?"
"The student has thought about it. Teaching is not easy for the teacher. It is really inappropriate to pay for the students to practice calligraphy. Why don't you, sir, write out the chapters after "A Dream of Red Mansions" and tell the students that our bet will be voided?"
It turned out that I wanted to know the chapters after "Dream of Red Mansions".
In this case, it will be easier to solve.
Xia Shang's actions were difficult: "Jiangnan, I'm very pleased that you have such a desire to learn. I wrote those stories for my teacher just to encourage you to practice calligraphy well. If you write them all at once, I'm afraid you won't be able to urge you to write."
utility."
"Don't be afraid, students will definitely practice calligraphy well."
"You can't just say it. Unless..."
"Unless what?"
"Unless you can copy every chapter a hundred times."
"A hundred times!"
"Of course, the sages have said: 'Quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes.' As long as you write more, your calligraphy will naturally improve."
"Quantitative change leads to qualitative change? Which sage did this come from?"
"This... you don't have to worry about it. Just know this sentence. For your future, copying books is absolutely unconditional."
Sai Jiangnan felt that the matter was difficult, and it was no joke to copy it a hundred times. The previous five times, she and Xiaocui had spent ten days copying it.
After thinking about it, Sai Jiangnan gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! But sir, I have to give me some new chapters today."
"Okay, how about we just follow these rules and try it out first?"
"good!"
After setting the rules, Xia Shang gave Sai Jiangnan two new manuscripts that day, and then he stayed up until the time of application to call it a day and go home.
The teacher and the student each had their own agendas, and it is still unclear who took advantage of whom.
…
Yangzhou has a lot of water, not only the West Lake, but also the Beijing-Hangzhou Canal, which crosses the city and occupies the main commercial route, reaching Hangzhou and going up to the capital. Countless merchant ships pass through the canal every day, coming and going day and night.
It is precisely because of the canal that it drove the economy of Yangzhou City and became the economic hub of Jiangnan and even the entire Chinese Dynasty.
The developed economy directly leads to the dense flow of people. There is an endless stream of businessmen traveling from all over the country. At the same time, all kinds of people will use Yangzhou City as a transit station.
Therefore, it is not surprising to see any strange people anywhere in Yangzhou City.
A flower boat mixed in with various merchant ships is particularly conspicuous on the canal. There are always a few girls in beautiful flowers on the side of the boat, attracting pedestrians on both sides of the river.
Flower boats are also one of the unique sights of Yangzhou City. This kind of romantic place moving on the water has more elegance and charm than traditional brothels, and is deeply loved by literati.
But it is not only a romantic place, but also a place where ladies from wealthy families are fond of. Chatting with a few literati is more comfortable and comfortable than the high walls of a purdah.
It’s not surprising to see people of any identity in the flower boat.
The largest flower boat in the middle of the river has two floors. On the first floor, there are wind and moon music, meat, wine and wine. Three or two singing girls perform in front of the stage, and occasionally there are bursts of cheers.
The chic little residence on the second floor is relatively private, where elegant and noble people can talk about life and enjoy the waterside scenery.
There was a young woman faintly whispering in a small house:
Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, but they cannot forget their fame.
Where are the generals of ancient and modern times? A pile of grass has disappeared in the deserted graves.
Everyone knows that gods are good, but gold and silver cannot be forgotten.
In the end, I only regretted that there was not much to gather, and when the time came, my eyes closed.
Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, but only my beautiful wife cannot forget them.
I express my gratitude to you on your birthday, but you will go with others after your death.
Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, only their children and grandchildren cannot forget them.
Isn't this the "Good Song" from the first chapter of "A Dream of Red Mansions"?
I don’t know which girls gathered together and whispered, I guess they are all passionate seeds that were attracted by "Dream of Red Mansions".
Not to mention this house, there is a man and a woman in a small room next to it.
The identity of the man is unknown, but the woman is Nangong Chuxin, the wife of King Yong. (To be continued)