New widow

Without worries, many things will be much easier to do. Old Mrs. Wan looked at the light in Suqiao's eyes and hated herself for allowing Suqiao to live with the Kuang family for so many years, instead of properly bringing Suqiao to live with her for a while. Now, she still Everything is arranged by Su Qiao.

Suqiao knew what Mrs. Wan was thinking, but Suqiao only smiled and said nothing. How she lived her life depended entirely on herself and not on others.

As for those official affairs, although they have nothing to do with Suqiao, Suqiao is not worried or scared. In this world, it is better to make arrangements early than never.

This night, Suqiao still slept soundly while the others stayed awake all night. Suqiao woke up in the morning and saw that everyone had dark circles under their eyes. Suqiao couldn't help but smile: "Why didn't anyone sleep well?"

"Aunt Kuang, Wan'er told me everything." Song Zhen was the first to couldn't help it. Su Qiao couldn't help but glance at Wan'er. Wan'er lowered her head: "Sister, this matter, this matter has nothing to do with Zhen. It’s also related to my son, so naturally I have to tell Zhen’er.”

She was still reasonable, Suqiao shook her head: "That's all, it's okay if you know."

"I think the matter has not reached this point yet." Aunt Wu pondered for a while, then said this, Suqiao nodded: "It is indeed not this point. Look, you didn't even bring me face wash." Come."

"I forgot!" Nanny Wu hurried to the kitchen to fetch washing water and asked Sister-in-law Wu to quickly make a bowl of noodles for Suqiao. By the time the children arrived, it was too late. Suqiao patted Song Zhen's hand: "It's no big deal. Didn't you always say that you want to teach these children needlework? You will teach them today."

Apart from Willow Orchid, Song Zhen is the best needleworker here. Although Song Zhen is too lazy to use needlework, her work is very beautiful. When she heard Su Qiao say this, Song Zhen leaned on Su Qiao's shoulder: "Then I don't want to go now, I just want to stay with you, Aunt Kuang."

"Why are you talking like a child now?" Su Qiao smiled sweeter and sweeter, but Song Zhen looked at Su Qiao, as if she wanted to imprint her appearance on his heart.

"Okay, okay, let's all go our separate ways. I'm going to have breakfast." Suqiao pushed Song Zhen, not wanting to let Song Zhen worry about this matter. She was still young and needed to be cared for, not to be taken care of. These messy things disturbed the mind.

Song Zhen looked at Su Qiao and bit her lower lip. She wanted to say something but didn't. Suqiao patted her shoulder gently: "I said it's no big deal, it's just no big deal, you go ahead."

Song Zhen was pulled out by Wan'er, but she frequently looked back at Su Qiao. Little Sister Song walked in with her face in hand. Su Qiao looked down at her face and smiled: "Sister-in-law Wu is still so clever."

"Madam, we..." The person who is most worried here is none other than Sister Song. Su Qiao knows better why Sister Song is worried, so Su Qiao smiled: "I still have the ability to protect you. When the time comes, Just go back to the capital, Grandma Chen is still waiting for you."

"Madam, I'm not worried for myself, I'm obviously worried about you." Little Sister Song couldn't bear it anymore and blurted out. Suqiao smiled calmly: "I was only five years old when my mother passed away, so a little older child has to figure out what to do and what not to do."

"Madam." Sister Song's voice was already choked, and Su Qiao smiled: "Whether it is a big thing or not, I will face it. Go, you all go, let me be quiet. A while."

Little Sister Song stepped back and opened the door. The children's laughter could be heard outside. Bozhen's laughter became clearer and clearer. Suqiao picked up her chopsticks and picked up the noodles and started eating breakfast. No matter how worried she was, she couldn't You have to eat this breakfast first. As for the rest, it’s not a big deal.

Zhou Le took one look and said to Bo Zhen, "You have something on your mind today."

"I, student," Bozhen quickly changed her words as soon as she said "I". Zhou Le looked at her and asked, "What kind of worries are you having?"

"That's right, I heard some rumors." Bozhen said in a low voice, Zhou Le nodded slightly: "I have to teach you a lesson today."

"What do you want to teach?" Bozhen asked subconsciously, Zhou Le seemed to see what his father said to him there, so Zhou Le smiled faintly: "What I want to teach you is that in many cases, seeing with the eyes and hearing with the ears may not necessarily It’s true.”

What you see and hear may not be true? Bozhen frowned tightly, and the other children frowned even more, but it was Bozhen who asked first: "Then what is the truth?"

"The fact is that you have to see more, listen more and think more, and then you will know what a person is like." Zhou Le said lightly, the children's brows were still frowning tightly, Zhou Le's voice was low: "Maybe today , you don’t understand the reason for this, but it doesn’t matter. When you grow up and see more, you will know the meaning of this sentence.”

Just listening and seeing in person may not necessarily reveal the truth of the facts. Many times, you have to think about peeling away the layer of fog to truly know the truth of the facts. Zhou Le instantly thought of many things he had heard and seen before, and now it was time for him to tell these children.

The children were still talking, but Zhou Le had already patted the table: "Okay, now, let's take a break and learn from the female workers."

"I don't want to learn needlework." A child whispered, and Zhou Le looked at her: "Why?"

"Learning needlework seems to be something women only learn. I want to be able to take the imperial examinations after learning these things like men." The child's voice became even lower, as if she was afraid that others would laugh at her, but Zhou Le only smiled faintly: "Yes. Ambition, learning needlework is not just about serving others, it is about not asking for help."

Not asking for help? What does it mean? The children's doubts deepened. Song Zhen, who had been listening silently, finally said: "It's ugly when your pants are torn and your coat is torn. You can't leave it open all the time. You have to learn it by yourself." Let’s sew. Whether it’s learning needlework or learning to cook in the future, it’s all so that I can be able to do these things by myself in the future without having to ask others.”

"So, if we can learn to write, needle and thread, and cook, aren't we more capable than men?" Bozhen's question was something Zhou Le had never thought about. Zhou Le had learned it since he was a child. Even if a woman has to depend on a man, no matter how capable she is, she has to give way to a man. But now listening to Bo Zhen's question, Zhou Le felt a fire burning in his heart. Yes, women are inherently more capable than men, but they can only do so because of The rules are that if you are trapped in a deep compound, you can only look after your husband and raise your children, and you cannot go outside to show off your talents.