How can someone travel through time and space and become a beggar?

Xia Chu thought she might get bored after a while, but she unexpectedly became addicted to it. She felt a sense of accomplishment when she could create a complete pattern stitch by stitch, even though she wasn't the one doing it herself.

They sat there for nearly half an hour. Master Fang asked them to stand up and stretch their necks and rest their eyes. Then he came over and commented on their embroidery one by one. When it was Jia Wanlin's turn, she twisted her handkerchief nervously.

"Hmm, it looks better than before." Fang Ke reached out and touched the embroidery. "It's flat, even, and dense, but not smooth or even. These stitches aren't fine enough, and there's a gap between them and the two on the edge."

"I'll pay attention next time." Jia Wanlin looked at the location pointed out, frowned and nodded.

"Okay, let's stop here today." After saying that, Fang Ke went into the inner room.

What do you mean by smooth and even? Xia Chu stared at the lotus for a long time and couldn't see what was wrong with it. Maybe this is the difference between an expert and an amateur?

"Let's go. We have painting class today." Jia Wanlin covered the embroidery frame and led Xia Chu out.

"Big sister, cousin Xia, wait for me." Jia Wanqing trotted over. She was only twelve years old, with a pair of bright and clear eyes that made people feel good about her.

"Slow down, or the nanny will see you and criticize you again." Jia Wanlin looked back and didn't see the nanny beside Jia Wanqing, so he said in a low voice.

Jia Wanqing pouted, "So no one will see. I said I was cold and asked her to go back and get me a cloak." She rolled her eyes and looked at Xia Chu, "Cousin Xia, I often hear the sound of the pipa in your yard. Is that easy to learn? Can you teach me?"

As she spoke, Jia Wanqing jumped over to Xia Chu, tilted her head, and looked at her expectantly with her big eyes. "Is that okay? I really like the music you play. I don't think Master Jiang plays as well as you do."

"Wanqing." Jia Wanlin called her.

A disdainful laugh came from behind, "Better than Jiang Fu's bullet music? Sister Wanqing, you can't learn the guqin well, so you're going to ruin the pipa?"

Xia Chu looked at the person who was speaking, his chin slightly raised, and his eyes glanced downwards, arrogant and rude.

Jia Wanqing pouted, "What's it got to do with you?

Strange, aren't these supposed to be relatives' children? Why are they acting so domineeringly towards the main family? Xia Chu looked at Jia Wanlin and saw that she, too, was displeased. But she didn't seem to want to say more, so she took Jia Wanqing's hand and left.

The woman who had spoken, however, kept pressing on. "Did I hit a sore spot? You two sisters don't have the hands to play the guqin. Master Jiang even said that one of your fingers isn't long enough, and the other isn't strong enough, so you're simply not suited to learning the guqin. Why do you keep coming here every day, wasting your time and torturing our ears?"

"Tian Mi'er, enough is enough." Jia Wanlin shielded his sister behind him and looked at Tian Mi'er with a look of annoyance. "Master Jiang said it would be difficult for us to learn, but he didn't say we were unsuitable."

"Does this girl have an eye problem? She looks at people differently than normal. Maybe she's not meant to have eyes?" Xia Chu smiled and interjected. Learning an instrument really depends on the fingers. First, consider their length and flexibility. Second, consider whether they're strong enough. If they're too soft, they won't have enough strength to pluck the strings, especially on the pipa. Beyond these, it also depends on whether the child can sit still and whether they're interested in the instrument.

Tian Mier was scolded and looked at Xia Chu angrily. This time, she looked at him normally, "Who are you? How do you talk like that?"

"Isn't this the sarcastic tone I learned from you?" Xia Chu said innocently, "Don't you like to hear it? We don't like to hear it either. Then maybe your mouth is not suitable for speaking. No one likes to listen to it."

Jia Wanqing stared at Xia Chu with wide eyes, looking at her with admiration. Jia Wanlin bit his lip, wanting to laugh.

Tian Mi'er's chest rose and fell rapidly, and she pointed at Xia Chu and said, "Where are you from? Why are you talking to me like that?"

Judging from Jia Wanqing's attitude just now, Tian Mi'er probably wasn't that important, so she couldn't afford to offend him. Xia Chu slapped the hand in front of him and said, "You have no manners. Let me ask you, where are you from? Didn't your parents teach you not to point fingers at people?"

Tian Mier screamed in surprise, looking at the back of her hand which was rapidly turning red, "Why did you hit someone?"

"You've put your hand on my face, aren't you asking for a beating?" Xia Chu said as a matter of course.

"Cousin, let's go, it's getting late." Jia Wanlin said softly.

"Don't leave! You want to leave after hitting someone?" Tian Mier said, and slapped him.

The movement was too slow. Xia Chu even considered that the kick to the stomach might be too hard. He still slapped him, but the force was too strong, and the palm of his hand was burning and painful.

But Tian Mi'er was hurt even more than she was, tears welling up in her eyes. She had never suffered such injustice before, let alone encountered such a rude and rude person. She couldn't fight him off, and she couldn't argue with him either, so she ran into the classroom crying.

Went to complain? Xia Chu turned around and looked at Jia Wanlin, "Where is she from? She's so rude."

"She is my aunt's daughter." Jia Wanlin frowned. Her aunt was not easy to get along with.

"Cousin Xia, Tian Mier is here to complain. Her mother..." Jia Wanqing was interrupted by Jia Wanlin before she could finish her words.

"Wanqing!" Jia Wanlin looked like an older sister. "Don't talk about your elders behind their backs!"

Jia Wanqing was scolded. With her eyebrows drooping and her lips pouting, she quietly approached Xia Chu.

Xia Chu was amused by her appearance. It was just her aunt, no big deal. She stroked the pigtail on Jia Wanqing's head and said, "When the enemy comes, we will fight him with our generals. When the water comes, we will block it with earth. Let's go to class."

As the three of them walked in, they heard Tian Mier crying, "She hit me twice, and I didn't do anything. Master Jiang, you have to make the decision for me."

As expected, he is still an elementary school student. He is quite skilled at complaining. He cuts off the beginning and the end, and his story is half true and half false.

Xia Chu chuckled inwardly, walked over to meet Master Jiang's gaze, smiled, and saluted politely, "Hello, Master Jiang, I am Wang Xiachu."

Jia Wanlin and his sister followed closely behind, bowing and greeting.

"Yeah." Jiang Tunan nodded. She looked a bit cold. Her features were beautiful, but her face was expressionless. "Who hit Tian Mier?"

Xia Chu took a step forward and said, "I hit him."

"Master Jiang... wuwu... my hands are swollen." Tian Mier raised her hands and cried with her face flushed, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

"Why did you hit him?" Jiang Tunan asked.

She didn't just listen to one side of the story and immediately start blaming Xia Chu, which made her want to explain. She didn't exaggerate, but spoke frankly, "I was chatting with my sister when she came over and mocked Wan Qing's piano playing. I said something to her, and she pointed her finger at my nose. I hit her the first time. She turned around and tried to slap me in the face, so I hit her the second time. But both times I just slapped her hand away, so it shouldn't count as hitting, right?"