Dressing in another world to be a brother

When the parents came to pick up the children, the little Doudings had already bathed and changed their clothes, and they looked cute and clean again. Each of them was carrying a small bag of biscuits, which they made together this afternoon.The husband asked them to take it back and taste it with their families.

The other children were picked up one after another.

Even the two brothers Niu Liang and Niu Shu were sent back by You Feng who volunteered.

Ji Yuzhu took Luo Hao to wait in the Mongolian Pavilion, and it was a little late before he received the news of the visitor from the palace.

Looking at the servants of Ningjun Prince's Mansion, Ji Yuzhu was a little surprised: "Why didn't Mr. Cen come here? Where did he go?"

Luo Hao also asked worriedly: "Uncle, what's wrong with Dad?"

The elder brother of the county prince's mansion replied respectfully: "Return to young master, return to Jiang Langjun, my husband is fine, he will be in the mansion, as for why he didn't come, I don't know."

Ji Yuzhu was a little skeptical: "You are the only one who came to pick up Haohao?"

The elder brother smiled: "Mr. Jiang, don't worry, my master is waiting outside the door. Besides, my young master will bring the guards with him when he goes back."

Only then did Ji Yuzhu heave a sigh of relief, and lowered his head to pat Luo Hao's head: "Then go, I'll go and meet your father."

Luo Hao nodded.

Ningjun Wang Luoqian was sitting in the carriage reading a book. When he heard that Ji Yuzhu had come out, he raised his eyebrows and put down the book. He opened the window and said, "Jiang Langjun, long time no see." He bowed his head and greeted his son, "Haohao!"

"I have met King Ning." Ji Yuzhu saluted, stood up straight and smiled, "I bothered the king, but I just wanted to ask you about Cen Jun's situation. Why didn't I see him come today? But what's the delay? I haven't seen you for a few days I miss him so much."

Luo Hao next to him also saluted calmly: "Father, hello!"

"It's okay." Luo Qian seemed to think of something happy, the corners of his lips raised, "But he's a little sick, let him come over to play in a few days."

"Why are you sick all of a sudden? Is it serious?" Ji Yuzhu frowned.

"What's the matter, father?" Luo Hao asked anxiously when he heard the words.

Luo Qian came out and touched his head: "Don't worry, it's fine. It will be fine in a few days." He raised his head, "Jiang Langjun, don't worry, go back. I will send someone to send Haohao over in the future."

Ji Yuzhu nodded, took two steps back and saluted, watched Luo Hao climb into the carriage, the groom whipped his whip and started to drive, and did not turn back until they were far away.

Father is not here these days, he is the biggest in the house.

Now he can sleep well for two days.

Luo Hao was sitting in the carriage, clutching the biscuit bag in one hand and holding on to the small handrail specially made for him on the wall of the carriage with the other hand, his body swayed with the carriage.

Luo Qian took a look at him: "What is in this bag?"

Luo Hao smiled triumphantly: "This is a small biscuit I made myself, it is very delicious. I want to take it home and eat it with Dad."

Luo Qian raised his eyebrows: "Only for Dad?"

Luo Hao was surprised: "Father, don't you eat sweets?"

"You made this yourself, and Father wants to try it too."

Luo Hao narrowed his eyes with a smile: "Okay, let's go back and eat together."

Luo Qian touched his little head: "Why are you making cakes all of a sudden?"

"It's a biscuit." Luo Hao corrected, "It's a classmate's birthday today, Mr. took us to make it in the afternoon, and ate a delicious cake." He said in an envious tone, "Father, on my birthday, can you also Is that so? It’s much more fun than a banquet.”

"Well, there is still a banquet." Luo Qian thought for a while, "But you can also play like this with your friends during the day."

Luo Hao cheered: "Father, you are so kind!"

Luo Qian smiled: "Of course." Then the topic changed, "What did Mr. Ji teach you these few days?"

"Teaching a lot!" Luo Hao thought for a while, and counted with his fingers, "Singing, counting, three-character scriptures, idiom stories, calligraphy, and today's biscuits! There is still duty!"

"On duty?" Luo Qian was puzzled.

"It's just cleaning the classroom. Every day, I'm in a group with Shao Qi and Xiao Shu."

Luo Qian frowned: "Cleaning? What are you cleaning?" Shao Qi?It seems to be a child of the doctor's family in the Ministry of Industry?Which is that little tree?What is the rule for this grouping?

"Wipe the blackboard, sweep the floor, and water the flowers." Luo Hao explained, "every time the teacher finishes class, the words on the blackboard must be erased, otherwise, the teacher will not be able to write in the next class. Sweep up the confetti on the floor. The teacher also said to clean up once a week. We do it on the first day of class, we need to carry water, wipe the tables and chairs, and water the flowers. Our classroom is clean!" Luo Hao looked proud look.

Only then did Luo Qian loosen his brows: "Clean the classroom? Haohao is really good." After thinking for a while, "Then learn to sing, what kind of song do you sing?"

"Mister said it was a digital song!"

"Numbers can be used as songs?" Luo Qian was curious, "Sing it to my father."

Luo Hao was a little shy: "I want to sing while playing with my classmates. It's so strange to sing like this!"

"You can teach Father, Father will play with you."

Luo Hao tilted his head and thought for a while, then said hesitantly: "Forget it. Let's sing again when we go back. I'll play with daddy for you. Dad can also play, and he came to see us in class that day."

Luo Qian raised his eyebrows: "Your father will also? Well, let's sing again when we go back." After thinking for a while, "Then Mr. talks about the Three Character Classic and counting, do you understand?"

Luo Hao nodded: "Sir, the story is very interesting, especially the idiom story, I like it the most."

"What's the story? Do you remember? Pick one and tell my father."

"I like the story about the chicken dancing..." Barabara told the story in childish language.

Luo Qian probably understands. Does this story mean to persuade people to study hard?

"Mister is so mean. He prepared a big cock for us after he finished telling the story. The big cock was so noisy, it kept crowing before dawn, and made us exhausted." He sighed seriously , "Diligence is really hard to do, and you have to get up so early."

Luo Qian laughed.

Luo Hao chattered all the way.

Before he arrived at the Prince's Mansion, Luo Qian had already cleaned up all his affairs in the past few days, including the reason why the students were asked to clean up.

He was thoughtful.

Originally, it was just to find a place for Haohao to learn a few words to enlighten him, and after a year or two, he would invite a famous teacher to come back to teach him.

Looking at it now, what Mr. Ji taught this time is quite meaningful?

Where did Jiang Weiyan find his husband?

From a distance, Luo Hao saw Cen Yi standing at the door.

As soon as the carriage stopped, he jumped out of the carriage and threw himself on Cen Yi: "Father, I miss you so much!"

Luo Qian was taken aback and shouted, "Stop him!"

The attendant next to him hurriedly stood in front of Cen Yi.

Luo Hao stopped in a daze.

Cen Yi pushed the attendant away, leaned over and kissed him on the cheek: "Hao Hao is good, Dad is not in good health, so I can't hug Hao Hao." After finishing, he smiled again, "Didn't Hao Hao say that he can no longer hug Hao Hao when he grows up?" Hug it?"

Luo Hao pulled his arm coquettishly: "Father, I won't grow up today, can I grow up tomorrow? Why haven't you come to see me for a few days? I miss you!"

"Okay, Haohao kiss!" Cen Yi, who was dazzled by the sweet words, nodded with a smile, bent down and gave him several loud kisses.

Luo Qian walked over with a straight face: "Hao Hao, how old are you, why are you still so reckless! What if you bump into Dad?"

"Okay, okay, why are you training the child? He doesn't know anything." Cen Yi pulled his sleeves, took Luo Hao's hand and walked back into the mansion, "Hao Hao, let's go in, Tell dad what delicious things the master has cooked for you these days."

Luo Qian had no choice but to follow quickly, standing on the other side of Cen Yi to protect him.

A similar scene also happened in Shangshufu.

After Zhang Shangshu listened to Zhang Tingyu's daily chores, he stroked his beard.

Before he could say anything, Mrs. Zhang next to her had a distressed look on her face: "Oh my God! You still have to sweep the floor and wipe the table? My poor Ting Yu!" Turning around, he blamed Zhang Shangshu, "It's all your fault, please treat me well." Isn’t it better for Mr. to teach Ting Yu at home? He has to be sent so far away to be taught by a scholar who came out of nowhere. What is the status of my family Yu, why does he still let Ting Yu work? "

Zhang Shangshu persuaded her with a smile: "Think about it, the eldest son of the Wang family of Ning County is there, and it is not a loss for Ting Yu to go."

"What happened to Prince Ningjun? That Ji Xiucai directly arranged our family Yu in another house, and he couldn't be with the prince at all."

Zhang Shangshu laughed: "Think about it, Ji Xiucai has taken in a total of twelve students. No matter how far they live, they still study and practice calligraphy together. Can this friendship that grew up together be the same as others?"

After thinking for a while, he added, "What's more, these students have unlimited futures. Just Li Shaoqi, who you look down on, his father was a fifth-rank official at a young age. Back then, at my age, it was nothing more than that." .”

Mrs. Zhang was unconvinced: "Even if these arrangements are fine. But, how can there be a Mongolian house that asks students to work? Let alone a child from a family like ours? They are all precious, how can they be sent to work for him? "

Zhang Shangshu stroked his beard: "It's just some manual work... maybe there is another meaning?" Then he asked Zhang Tingyu next to him, "Tingyu, did you say why you were asked to do the work?"

Zhang Tingyu, who had originally heard the two elders arguing and writhing uncomfortably on the seat, thought for a while: "Sir, we are all going to do big things in the future, and we have to start from now, starting with small things. There seems to be something else to say." He scratched his head, "If you don't sweep a house, how can you sweep the world; if you don't accumulate anything, you can reach thousands of miles..." He scratched his head and ears, but couldn't remember the sentence.

Zhang Shangshu added: "If you don't accumulate steps, you can't reach thousands of miles; if you don't accumulate small currents, you can't form rivers and seas."

"That's right, it seems to be read that way." Zhang Tingyu clapped his hands, "Although I don't understand, how does doing big things have anything to do with cleaning the house."

Zhang Shangshu nodded with a smile: "You will understand when you grow up." Turning to Mrs. Zhang, "It's good to let Ting Yu continue to study in this Mongolian library."

"It doesn't matter if you continue to study," Mrs. Zhang frowned. "Why don't you ask someone to tell that scholar not to assign jobs to children. If there are not enough servants, our family can send a few more." She was thinking about her My precious grandson actually wants to work on this.

Zhang Shangshu waved his hand: "No need, everything is according to Mr. Ji's arrangement." He corrected her, "Mr. Ji is backed by the general's mansion, and has a fourth-rank husband, plus the courteous treatment of Ning Junwang's family, you don't like it." He has to live up to his face, don't just talk about those talented people."

Madam Zhang curled her lips reluctantly.

Zhang Shangshu saw her perfunctory attitude, with a serious face: "Mr. Ji has a lot of valleys in his stomach, and he can't teach Ting Yu badly. Even if you don't worry, don't you still have us watching from behind? Don't think of a woman, and take it with you. The servants went to Mr. Ji's house and made a joke."

Only then did Mrs. Zhang reluctantly agree.

Zhang Tingyu looked at the two of them half-understood, and in his little head, he only thought that the husband was so amazing, even his grandfather praised him!

Well, next time Mr. gives a lecture, he won't draw a little turtle underneath!