After traveling through time, she took her husband to be a food doctor

Without further ado, Ding Xirui rushed to Song Ruohuan's house on the afternoon of the next day.

"Doctor Ding." Xiaozhen came over and pursed her lips. Ding Xirui took a glance and saw a strange maid in the corridor. She must have been sent by Zhang's father and mother. Ding Xirui immediately understood what she meant.

"Xiaozhen, did your wife take her medicine on time today?"

"Yeah, I'm eating."

"Are the daily meals prepared according to the dietary regimen?"

"Correct."

As they talked, they walked to the main house. The maid in the corridor quietly slipped out of the courtyard.

Song Ruohuan was doing needlework. When she saw Ding Xirui come in, she quickly stood up.

"Doctor Ding." Her brows relaxed, as if she was thinking about something.

"Madam, have you been feeling well these days?" Ding Xirui asked.

"Doctor Ding, strangely enough, I had two good nights of sleep, and even my meals tasted delicious."

"Your mental illness has eased a little. With the burden on your heart lightened, your body will naturally get better." Ding Xirui smiled, "But what were you thinking about just now?"

After listening to this, Song Ruohuan said, "Doctor Ding, I am ashamed to say that I have been at home all day and have almost become a useless person. When I think about this, I don't know what I can do."

"Ma'am, it's very kind of you to think so."

"Okay?" Xiaozhen put the tea on the table, a little puzzled, and Song Ruohuan also looked at her.

"After a woman gets married, she must obey her husband. After a woman gets married, she must rely on her husband to live. Now..."

"Oh, it's Doctor Ding." Zhang's mother suddenly came in.

Several people stood up and saluted.

"Hurry up, we are all family, no need to be so polite."

"Hello, Aunt Zhang." Ding Xirui didn't bother to be polite with her.

"That's right." Zhang's mother said, sitting in the main seat in the main hall, "What are you talking about?"

Ding Xirui turned his head and glanced at Song Ruohuan, then continued, "Miss Zheng came to visit the day before yesterday. On the way back, she said that you and uncle are rare gentle and sensible people, and she said that she would come often when she is free in the future."

"Oh, that's great, thank you Dr. Ding, thank you Miss Zheng." Zhang's mother smiled happily.

"Brother Zhang is working outside, while Madam Zhang is taking care of the household chores and educating the children. What a harmonious couple."

"That's not true. Men work themselves to death outside..."

"However," Ding Xirui interrupted her, "Now that the young lady has managed the household affairs in order and has some spare energy, if she does something that benefits others and herself, I believe you will support her." Ding Xirui raised his voice a little.

"Of course." Zhang's mother said this unconsciously.

"Thank you, mother."

Song Ruohuan understood and cooperated.

"Aunt Zhang, the young mistress is well versed in literature. Why don't you set up a girls' school in this mansion to teach the maids in the mansion to read and write, which will benefit the whole mansion."

"Girls' school?" Song Ruohuan's eyes lit up, but Zhang's mother was a little disdainful.

"What's the point of those girls learning to read and write? It would be better for them to do more work." Zhang's mother waved her hands repeatedly.

"Aunt, that being said, you should think that the Zhang family will definitely be a wealthy family in the future. If guests come in and see that the maids cleaning the house are as good as their sons and daughters, it will be a great help to the reputation of the Zhang family. I heard that Mr. Zheng likes families with a scholarly background the most. His family runs a bookstore, and the two maids beside Miss Zheng are both eloquent."

Mother Zhang's eyes moved and her breathing became rapid.

"In fact, our Zhang family's ancestors were scholars. When the dynasty changed, they were forced to start a small business to make a living. It is true that we are a family of scholars."

"That's perfect. Letting the young lady teach is the right way to pass on the tradition. Besides, your young master has been nurtured by the sound of books since he was young. Maybe he will be able to pass the imperial examination and bring honor to the family in the future."

"Hahahaha." Zhang's mother was already looking forward to the future.

"In that case, I agree. If Ruohuan needs anything, just ask and I'll do it for you."

"Thank you, mother." Song Ruohuan stood up and bowed.

The matter was settled, and Zhang's mother returned to the main courtyard of the Zhang family with beautiful imaginations.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry I couldn't discuss this with you in advance." Ding Xirui bowed slightly.

"No need, Doctor Ding, you mentioned the girls' school, I really want to do it, really." Song Ruohuan held her hand, "These two days, I have been thinking about it, but I can't come up with an idea. Today you mentioned the school, it suddenly dawned on me. I don't know how to do business, and I don't have any special skills. I can only recognize a few words. If I can do these things at home, firstly, I can cultivate myself; secondly, there will be more people in the Zhang Mansion to protect me. This is perfect."

"Not only that," Ding Xirui said with a smile, "If the neighbors hear the sound of reading, they will be curious. If they want to send their daughters and maids here, you can take some money to supplement their family income."

"Miss, that's great." Xiaozhen jumped over, her voice trembling a little.

"Yeah." Song Ruohuan nodded, looking somewhat energetic. "Let's make a plan." She took Ding Xirui and walked into the study.

Several people agreed to hold classes for half an hour each in the morning and afternoon, so that everyone could have the opportunity to learn. The guest rooms in the courtyard had been empty, so they were simply converted into classrooms by adding some tables, chairs and benches.

Ding Xirui looked at Song Ruohuan and smiled in his heart. These two sisters are now female teachers. In the future, they will definitely become the deans of the women's college. However, Ding Xirui suppressed his ambition and did not speak out.

Just do the things at hand first, one step at a time.

A few days later, the sound of reading was heard in the Zhang family courtyard.

"The sky and the earth are dark and yellow, and the universe is vast. The sun and the moon are waxing and waning, and the stars and constellations are arranged. Cold comes and goes, summer comes and goes, autumn harvests and winter hides. The leap years are full of years, and the law Lu adjusts the sun..."

Listening carefully, it was not the voice of a child, but the voice of a woman.

At the martial arts school, Ding Xirui and An Yumo had been studying for nearly two months. After they regained their strength, Yang Wuming taught them the most basic grappling techniques. On this day, when the two were practicing fighting, Senior Brother Afu led a few women in.

"Master, these aunts heard that the martial arts school has female disciples, and they want to ask if their daughters can come and learn kung fu?"

Ding Xirui and the other person stopped and watched secretly.

"Master Yang, can my daughter come here to learn martial arts, like these two girls? Then, when we go to the market next time, no one will dare to touch us." said an aunt.

"Yes, my daughter met them on the street a few days ago and was very envious. Master Yang, can you accept a few more female disciples?"

Yang Wuming was silent.

Ding Xirui and An Yumo came to practice every day regardless of the weather, which others might not be able to do. Besides, his martial arts arena was a bit small. Moreover, he felt that too many women would easily cause trouble.

"I'm sorry, everyone. They were able to learn martial arts from me because of a special opportunity, and it will end soon. The martial arts school can no longer accept female disciples. Please understand."

"Master, can't you be flexible?" Several sisters-in-law were still begging.