"I haven't sewn my own clothes a few times. Do you really feel safe asking me to sew them?" Yan Funing couldn't believe it.
"Ah."
She agreed: "If you don't mind that I can't sew, I can help you sew."
"do not mind."
Fu Ciyi's hand holding the pen relaxed slightly.
"I'm going to cook first."
Yan Funing stepped out of the house.
After a while, Fu Nanyao took the cut fabric and put it on the bed.
"Brother, can you and sister-in-law..."
Fu Ciyi glanced at him, and Fu Nanyao immediately shut up.
"Nan Yao, the relationship between me and her doesn't depend on what you say." He looked solemn, "Do you understand?"
"I understand."
Fu Nanyao lowered his head.
Mom is right, my brother has his own opinions, and so does his sister-in-law.
No one can affect their relationship.
But she didn't believe it. The opinions of others could probably have a subtle impact on the person involved.
But she had talked too much today, so she shut up and left the room.
In the yard, Fu Beimo and Ali came back.
The two of them each took a bunch of green vegetables, and Ali also took a radish.
After returning to the kitchen and putting the vegetables into the basket, the two young men went to the river to wash the vegetables.
Yan Funing washed the rice and cooked the rice. When the two young men came back from washing the vegetables, they started cooking in another pot.
It was a little late to cook today, but since the meat brought back from the restaurant was already cooked, it was still early to eat.
During the meal, everyone chatted.
Yan Funing said: "It's March now, not far from August. My husband has been in the village school all day and has no time to do his own homework. I think it's a good thing that he is no longer a teacher in the village school."
Fu Nanyao agreed: "I also think it's a good thing." Then he lamented that the world was declining, "A righteous man actually wants to use his power to oppress others."
Wan Niang: "Li Zheng also studied when he was young, but he couldn't pass the examination as a scholar. His family had some connections, so he got Li Zheng."
Ali: "If Li Zheng doesn't let a young master become a wife, won't those children in the village school have no husbands?"
Fu Nanyao: "Didn't you hear? Just now he said that the old master's legs and feet had recovered when he arrived."
Fu Ciyi lowered his eyes and said, "Zheng and his daughter came to the village school a few days ago. It was probably that day that he had planned to threaten him with his position as master."
Soft tone.
Yan Funing remembered the day she delivered food to someone.
He also hugged her.
Li Zheng and his daughter probably became angry because of the shame, which led to today's incident.
Thinking of this, Yan Funing raised her eyes, and her eyes happened to collide with Fu Ciyi's.
The two of them thought of the scene of hugging each other that day.
Yan Funing was still frightened.
I was only hugged by him once, and the feeling of being out of breath was very clear at this moment.
This person cannot be easily offended, otherwise she will be suffocated in the hug, and no one will be able to save her if she falls off.
The tips of Fu Ciyi's ears were slightly red.
Some time ago, I had been wondering how delicate and delicate she was, and I finally found out that day.
However, what he did at that time was really inappropriate.
He was familiar with the books of saints and sages, and at that time he always restrained himself and returned to etiquette. A gentleman is cautious and independent, so he keeps his mind and his nature.
The two of them had different thoughts, and no one else in the room noticed. - The next day, the weather was fine.
Yan Funing washed her clothes and the sheets she brought back from the village school.
He put the clothes and sheets in the wooden basin and was about to pick them up when Fu Beimo and Ali carried them away together.
Yan Funing smiled and followed them up.
"Sister-in-law, we haven't dug medicinal materials for several days." Ali turned to ask her, "Will we dig again in the future?"
"Dig, dig naturally, go when you have time." When we got to the river, we rinsed clothes and sheets.
Although the sheets were heavy, she had two teenagers to help twist them, which made it a lot easier.
When I got home and hung up my clothes and sheets, it was just after midnight.
In the west wing room, Fu Ciyi put down the wolf hair.
At this point, all ten blank books taken from the book shop last time have been copied.
He wrapped the book and placed it on the corner of the table.
Yan Funing went back to the room to put the wooden basin, and happened to see the paper bags he had packed, so she suggested: "Let's go to town."
"Going now?"
"That's right. I'll be there before noon. I'll help the restaurant write the name of the dish and water first. After that, we'll have dinner in the restaurant."
Fu Ciyi couldn't help but ask: "Wouldn't it be bad to go during the meal?"
"Am I not the shopkeeper? It doesn't matter if I take my husband to a restaurant for a meal, right? Besides, you have to help me with the writing."
"Okay, you are right."
The two of them packed up the things they wanted to bring and left the west wing.
Yan Funing went to the main room first: "Mom, my husband and I are going to the town. We have some leftover meat from yesterday at noon. I asked Nan Yao to make vegetable soup. It should be enough."
Wan Niang smiled and nodded: "Okay, let's go."
Yan Funing asked Fu Beimo and Ali to take care of their home, went to the kitchen to pick up the restaurant's food box, put the restaurant's big bowl inside, and then went out with Fu Ciyi.
The couple took a ride in Li Xinheng's bullock cart.
On the way, Yan Funing told Li Xinheng about Fu Ciyi's title in the future.
Li Xinheng swung his whip: "I heard that Li Zheng didn't handle this matter in an honest way. How could he coerce people like this?"
Yan Funing sighed: "Maybe I love my daughter very much."
Li Xinheng shook his head: "Then I, like Ali, will call Master my son from now on."
Half an hour later, the three of them arrived in the town and went straight to Liu Ji Restaurant.
When the waiters saw Yan Funing coming, they all shouted enthusiastically: "The little shopkeeper is here."
Yan Funing glanced at the counter: "Where is my uncle?"
Brother Feng covered his lips with his hands: "The shopkeeper is training people."
"Who is it?" Yan Funing couldn't help but be curious.
"Who else could it be? The young owner of our restaurant."
Yan Funing chuckled lightly and handed the food box to Brother Feng: "Okay, let's go to the bookstore. When we come back, uncle will have already trained him."
Mr. Feng nodded and took the food box to the kitchen.
The couple left the restaurant, followed by Li Xinheng, and walked all the way to the bookshop.
The three of them walked forward, completely unaware that someone in the medical center behind them was looking at them from time to time.
There are many students in the bookshop now, some are reading, some are writing, and many are buying books.
The shop owner saw Fu Ciyi coming and waved to him.
Fu Ciyi walked over slowly and put the paper bag holding the book on the counter.
The shopkeeper opened it, flipped through the imperial examination books, and then flipped through the ten copied copies one after another, checking them very carefully.
Yan Funing waited for a moment, raised her eyes and saw the bookshelf with medical books, and moved her steps.
Fu Ciyi gave Li Xinheng a look, and Li Xinheng understood and followed Yan Funing.
After a while, the shopkeeper finally finished checking the books.
He nodded repeatedly: "This exam has a lot of words, but you still did a good job."
With that said, he took out a ten-tael silver ingot from the counter and handed it to Fu Ciyi.
Fu Ciyi collected the silver ingots and selected a relatively thick imperial examination book.
The shopkeeper gave him ten blank books according to the thickness of the books he selected and wrapped them in brown paper: "There are many people buying books recently. It would be better if you can finish them faster."
Fu Ciyi nodded, took the paper bag and went to Yan Funing's side.
"Okay?" She put the medical books she was reading back on the bookshelf.
"Yes." Fu Ciyi responded softly.