The lady is stunning, she hides her secrets

What happened in the morning put Zhong Ling in a particularly good mood.

Ban Qing brought back some cotton from the village, bought a quilt from Yuangang City, and was about to find someone to sew a new quilt for Zhong Ling.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Ling took the initiative to pick it up: "You don't need to find someone, I'll do it."

Ban Qing was surprised: "Do you even know how to do needlework?"

Zhong Ling smiled slightly: "This level, it's not difficult for me."

Zhong Ling threaded the needle and thread in one go, stuffed the cotton into the quilt, and sewed it up with ease, with skillful movements and fast speed.

It took a long time for Aunt Wang to sew the quilt, and it took a while under Zhong Ling's hands to look good.

Zhong Ling is really in a good mood today, he is humming a little song while making moves like flying.

The tune was elegant and pleasant, the tune of the other side of the river.

Ban Qing suddenly didn't want to leave the house anymore.

He sat there, watching the lady embroider, while listening to the lady singing.

Zhong Ling saw that there were still a lot of colored thread left, and actually embroidered flowers directly on the quilt.

The ball of thread quickly took shape, and Ban Qing took a closer look, and it turned out to be a vivid embroidered chicken.

His wife is amazing!

She is beautiful, can fight, can cook, can sing, and now she can even embroider!

Ban Qing was dumbfounded: "It really looks like embroidery! What else do you not know?"

Zhong Ling is very modest: "I'm nothing. When it comes to embroidery, my brother is... ahem, I mean, I haven't even learned the superficial aspects of this, it's just this level of sewing. , it is still very simple for me.”

Zhong Ling smiled: "When this new quilt is ready, I will use it for you first. I see that your quilt has been used for many years?"

Ban Qing was deeply moved, the lady really loved him, she was considerate and heart-warming.

Zhong Ling said: "It doesn't take much time to sew another quilt. Go and help me get some more cotton."

Ban Qing immediately followed suit, and when he was going to get the cotton, Mrs. Ji happened to come over, looking for Zhong Ling.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Zhong Ling embroidering and almost went blind.

Master Ji couldn't bear to look directly at him: "Hey, are you really a man?"

Zhong Ling glanced at him indifferently: "Whether I am a man or not is not determined by whether I can embroider."

While speaking, Zhong Ling closed the line, he shook off the quilt, and said with satisfaction: "It's almost done, this quilt is quite warm, Ban Qing shouldn't be able to freeze at night."

Master Ji felt that he had been hurt again.

This also made him more determined about what he was going to do next.

Master Ji: "Here, here you are."

A book flew across, Zhong Ling raised his hand to grab it, it turned out to be "On Salt and Iron".

Zhong Ling wondered: "What are you doing?"

Mr. Ji took out the small package hidden behind his back, carried it on his shoulder, and said triumphantly: "How can it be just you and Ban Qing who eat and play every day? I want to go out to play too, to see you idle." Really, these two days... you can teach in the school for me."

Zhong Ling: "...I don't think I'm a good candidate, you'd better think about others."

Mr. Ji refused to listen, only the voice came back: "If you don't like this book, just read the others. You can teach the books on the teaching progress as you like. Don't worry, I will read the book before you go winter hunting. Just come back, hahahahaha! I can also have a vacation."

Zhong Ling really never taught.

There are generally only two types of books he has read.

One is Romance, and the other is Art of War.

Yes, it is that extreme.

He learned a lot of Fengyue poetry in the early years, and later learned the art of war when he was with Fangwu.

Fang Wu himself was a young general in his early years, so he taught him a lot of military skills, and also trained Zhong Ling in the same direction.

The level of "Salt and Iron Theory" is somewhat beyond his ability.

When Mr. Ji rushed out of the village, he saw Ban Qing and greeted him happily.

Ban Qing asked: "Why are you going?"

Master Ji: "Go to Yuangang City."

It was only then that Ban Qing remembered that he accidentally slipped his tongue during the chat yesterday, letting this guy know that the beautiful Doctor Xiaochi in Lanshantang will stay in Jiangbei for the winter this year.

It's just that Mr. Ji couldn't sit still today.

Ban Qing proudly preached: "It's not the little kid in your school, can you keep your focus?"

Of course, he didn't know that Mr. Ji couldn't stabilize it. In fact, he and Zhong Ling also contributed.

Seeing Mr. Ji running away, Ban Qing hurriedly shouted: "Then what about your school?"

Master Ji said far away: "I'll leave it to your lady, who is more virtuous than a woman, to take care of it!"

Ban Qing was not to be outdone: "My wife is more virtuous than other women!"

Watching Master Ji go away, after Ban Qing shouted this sentence, when he thought about it again, he suddenly felt a little weird.

What does it mean to be more virtuous than a woman?

Does the old man have language problems when he speaks...?

He felt that there was something very important in it, which he had missed.

It's just that the old man runs away as soon as he says, and he has to work hard for his wife.

Zhong Ling, who was driven off the shelf, came to the school like this.

The children in the school had already arrived in sevens and eighties. Zhong Ling went to the desk where Master Ji gave lectures on weekdays and looked through it. Sure enough, he found the piece of paper he mentioned that said the teaching progress was written.

Master Ji thoughtfully prepared five books for him.

Zhong Ling looked at them one by one, and he only learned the book written by the founding emperor, and he didn't know how to teach those books related to civil affairs and people's livelihood.

But I can't tell that in such a small village, Mr. Ji teaches books that worry about the world.

If there is a school in an ordinary village, the books for children of this age are just some enlightenment reading books.

Unexpectedly, the progress of teaching in this mountainous village is faster than that of the officials' children in the city.

Master Ji's teaching method gave him the feeling... I'm afraid he wants to raise a group of officials.

Zhong Ling took the book and stood in the school where Master Ji usually stood.

The children seemed to already know that their Master Ji would not be able to come today, and the voices of immature children in the school kept calling him: "Master Zhong."

Zhong Ling waved his hand: "Don't call me Master Zhong."

He raised the book in his hand: "Today we are talking about the First Emperor of the Northern Mu Dynasty, which was written by himself."

The children searched for books.

"In the Northern Mu Dynasty we are in now, the founding emperor is called Mu Beixi, and he is still very powerful. It is his descendants who are not as good as the next generation."

Zhong Ling: "It's a bit far-fetched. Come on, what have you learned... Well, turn to the second volume."

Zhong Ling glanced at the first essay in the second volume.

"This article is a bit long, so I don't need to memorize it all. Let me give you a high-level overview."

"The first emperor's central idea is that if you can solve the problem with your hands, don't move your mouth. If you don't accept it? Beat people to the ground first."

The children said in unison: "Understood!"

When Ban Qing arrived after hearing the news, Zhong Ling was already talking about books in the school.

These children are usually very naughty, but they didn't expect Zhong Ling to take care of them all.

The children sat obediently and looked at him with quite admiring eyes.

Zhong Ling is not standing in front of the school in a well-behaved manner like Lao Ji.

He put together two student desks and jumped directly to sit on the desks.

And sitting with legs crossed.

That posture is more masculine, Ban Qing has never seen girls in his village use such a bold and unrestrained sitting posture.

Zhong Ling saw Ban Qing and said hello: "It's too late to cook for you at noon today, I told Fatty, you go to her place to eat. Remember to bring some fresh dishes home, and I will cook for you tonight."

Ban Qing should be good.

When he went out, he felt that something was wrong in his heart, and he couldn't explain it more and more clearly.

When the school was over in the evening, Ban Qing came to pick him up and saw a group of children reluctantly saying goodbye to Zhong Ling.

"Beautiful lady, see you tomorrow!"

Zhong Ling waved: "Let's go."

Ban Qing immediately turned his head, and said to the children: "What is your name, Mrs. Beauty, is there any courtesy?"

The children used what they learned and asked Zhong Ling curiously: "Master Beauty, is that what you just said?"

Zhong Ling nodded: "That's what it means. But don't think about it, you can't beat him together."

The children scattered like birds and beasts, shouting one after another: "Go back to practice martial arts!"

Ban Qing: "...?"

Shouldn't it be going back to study?

It's not time to learn martial arts, why do you practice martial arts so diligently?

Zhong Ling came over: "Come to pick me up?"

Ban Qing swept away his doubts and nodded vigorously: "Yes, thank you for your hard work."

"It's the first time I feel that teaching is quite interesting." Zhong Ling pondered: "But where did Mr. Ji go? I saw him leave in such a hurry this morning."

Ban Qing replied: "I mentioned to him yesterday that Doctor Xiaochi is in Jiangbei this year."

Zhong Ling seemed to hear gossip: "Could it be...?"

Ban Qing whispered: "Yes, Lao Ji is a broken sleeve."

Zhong Ling let out a long "Oh" and seemed to ask casually: "What about you?"

Ban Qing was stunned for a while, but didn't respond to this question for a while.

It just so happened that the fat man passed by, interrupting their strange conversation: "The boss, Aunt Wang is looking for you!"

Ban Qing hurriedly said, "I'll come as soon as I go."

He arrived at Aunt Wang's place, but he didn't want to be dragged into the house by Aunt Wang.

Aunt Wang asked seriously: "Master, it's been almost a month since your lady came here?"

"Yes."

Aunt Wang showed a reproachful expression: "It's your wife anyway, why don't you care about her body like this!"

Ban Qing wondered: "Why don't I care about him?"

Aunt Wang took out a stack of clean white cloths and handed them to Ban Qing: "Take it back for your wife."

Ban Qing flipped through it, not knowing why: "What is this, a pillow towel? We don't need it."

Aunt Wang hated iron for being weak: "Zhong Ling hasn't come to Yuexin since he came here, right?"

Ban Qing's voice raised a whole tune in shock: "Huh?"

Aunt Wang looked even more shocked: "Could it be... already pregnant?"

When Ban Qing came back, Zhong Ling had already cooked dinner.

He was busy in the kitchen, when he looked up, he saw Ban Qing who came in at some time.

Ban Qing's appearance is different from usual, Zhong Ling couldn't help but take a second look and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ban Qing was in a trance, when Zhong Ling opened his mouth, he seemed to be taken aback: "No, it's nothing!"

This reaction is clearly something.

Zhong Ling frowned: "What are you doing with your hands behind your back? What did you take?"

Ban Qing timidly took it out.

Zhong Ling looked at those cloth towels and was a little confused at first, but he quickly realized what they were used for.

Zhong Ling's face turned dark: "What are you doing with these?"

Ban Qing's ears were red, and his voice was small: "Aunt Wang said, I want to use it for you..."

Zhong Ling couldn't control herself and fell over on the spot.

The author has something to say: Zhong Ling: Forgive me for not having this function, thank you.

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