Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

Zhang San patted his shoulder and said meaningfully, "Madam is indeed very smart."

After saying this, he left, leaving behind a fool who had done something stupid and sighed to the sky, full of regret, "Oh my God!"

By the time the military dogs really found several places that seemed to be the assassins' residences, Han Batian had already lowered his head in shame.

Qin Xiuyuan, Zhang San and several cavalry commanders were so busy that they were dizzy.

However, within a few days, corpses were scattered across the city walls, including from wealthy families familiar to ordinary people. Fugui, accompanied by a small soldier, stated solemnly, "Zhang Shengcai used his mine to harbor and train assassins from the North. Evidence is both available, and the suspects, eleven in total, are guilty of the same crimes as the assassins! No pardon! The mine and his property will be confiscated!"

The other wealthy merchants who had more or less interacted with Zhang Shengcai closed their doors. "What a shame! He's secretly training assassins!" Business is more important than anything else, but this business of beheading someone can only be done once! While it was still dark, some clever people were planning other options.

Yongcheng.

The flames danced and the firewood in the kitchen crackled. Ji Laoer picked up a small tree trunk and pushed it into the stove door. The stove door was full and the originally blazing flames were dispersed. Nanny Xia held her forehead helplessly.

The sounds of stringed instruments in the main room suddenly rose, and the clatter of folding fans folded and closed, signaling the start of the second dance. Chun Yang listened, picked up some tea and pastries, and sent them out the door. Mammy held an oil-paper umbrella for her. As she stepped out, a gust of cold wind choked her throat, and the courtyard was a world of ice and snow.

The huge main hall is carpeted with cloth and is empty. A pair of sisters with slender waists, pink sleeves turned up, toes moved back, left hand slowly raised, right hand holding a fan, circled around their heads from left to back, shyly covering their faces, eyes moving around.

Wangshu flicked his right hand, and with a swish of his folding fan, he retracted it. His silk skirt fluttered, and he walked over to the edge of the carpet in just his footwear, put on his cloud-patterned shoes, sat down, and shook his hands, "Let's take a break."

"Yes, ma'am." The sisters also stopped humming and holding their hands.

Wangshu was still a little dizzy after the dance with the raised waist and folded sleeves just now.

"Where is Ji Shou?"

Chun Yang replied, "Madam, I just came back from delivering some goods to several families and came to see Lele."

Seeing that she was sweating slightly from drinking, Wangshu took the handkerchief and wiped it away. He took it and wiped it casually, "You guys are too busy, so you should hire someone to do the work as soon as possible."

"Ji Shou said he was just preparing for the end of the year, it will only take a while."

Nanny Xia listened to Chun Yang's reply and pursed her lips.

"There's no need to work so hard. Let Ji Shou go and recruit two quick-witted girls, or a little monkey will do."

The younger sister beside her moved.

Wangshu didn't think about anything else. After drinking a cup of milk tea, he felt a little bloated and a little tired and drowsy. "I can't practice anymore."

Chun Yang saw them off and said, "Madam will be feeling unwell for the next few days. If she gets better, we'll send someone to invite you two."

My sister bit her lip. There weren't many customers for dance and opera in winter. Being able to sing and dance in a warm house with a general's wife who was quiet, worked little, and was paid daily was a blessing she couldn't have wished for. She hurriedly said, "Sister Chunyang, my sister and I will stand by the door and wait eagerly."

Ji Shou stopped the horse-drawn carriage he usually used to deliver goods with a "whoosh". Chun Yang nodded and motioned for people to get in.

As the carriage started moving, Ji Shou heard his sister ask, "Brother Ji, are you looking for helpers?"

Hearing that his sister was not feeling well, Ji Laoer stayed with her and copied the big characters obediently. One day, he selected a few satisfactory ones from the big characters that were unrecognizable and covered with ink, and reported to his sister.

Lying on a rocking chair covered with a thick mattress, Wangshu put down the account book, took the little guy's big characters with both hands, and wrote them horizontally and vertically for the entry-level rookie, staring at you with a pair of bright eyes waiting for praise.

"Le Le is quite good at calligraphy!" The little guy is quite strong, and it's not easy for him to avoid soaking holes in the paper. Wangshu observed and said, "This character '大' is good." He folded it gently and handed it back to the black-faced cat with its head held high. "Keep it and give it to my brother-in-law when he comes back!"

A pair of fat black paws ran back happily to hide the big words.

Every winter, there are many poor people living on the streets and starving. Tang Bo took the opportunity to find a group of young boys, Ji Shou recruited two monkeys to help, and Wangshu didn't put too much thought into it.

Apart from Li Wanting and Honghua, who was pregnant with Huzi and came to visit, she would try to avoid other social interactions and stay indoors listening to music and practicing dancing. It was the 23rd day of the lunar year, the Little New Year.

"Miss, there's a letter from your uncle."

When her sister was about to stop singing, Wangshu lowered her eyes and covered her face with a fan, sweat on her forehead and she was panting. The elder sister who led the class hurriedly fanned her.

Ji Shou took advantage of this opportunity to interrupt.

"Enter."

Wangshu opened the envelope himself. He looked at the wax seal. Oh! Wangshu opened it and read quickly, then returned to pack it up and handed it to Ji Laoer, who came in excitedly to hear the letter. "Put it away. Your brother-in-law said that Dad and Mom miss Lele, and the dogs are also very powerful. Brother-in-law defeated the enemy again, and asked Lele not to forget him."

"Sister! I haven't forgotten it!" Ji Laoer carefully spread it out, holding his breath, scratching with iron hooks and silver silver marks. He didn't recognize a single word. Wangshu pointed at the words and slowly read them to her from beginning to end:

"Wangshu, has the snow piled up to your knees in Yongcheng? You should take care of yourself. My father-in-law and mother-in-law are doing well. They asked me to tell you and your sister that I miss you. I won a small victory recently. The white dogs are very brave. I'm afraid Lele has forgotten me."

Hearing this, Ji Lao Er wiped his tears, shook his head and shouted: "Brother-in-law, Lele is not here!"

"I hope you are healthy and happy. I hope you will write back."

Wangshu handed the letter to the crying cat and changed the subject. "Brother-in-law is waiting for your reply."

From then on, Ji Lao Er buried himself in his practice, working particularly hard during the New Year. He was completely practical, practicing word by word as he wrote back to his brother-in-law, eventually mastering one or two large characters a day.

The newly hired scholar was so thin that he looked a little bony, and his shabby coat could not keep him out in the wind and snow.

The nanny understood his intentions and picked out two sets of clothes from Ji's father's old clothes for him to wear. The scholar was stubborn and refused to accept them, so the nanny pushed them away and stamped her feet, saying, "Master, my young lady is a sincere person. No need to be polite. Just accept them if I give them to you."

If you don't accept it, you'll be cold. You want to play out a drama of give and take, hesitant to accept and then give in, but I really can't do that.

Don't you think about those who look down on being the teacher of the second young lady? Ji Shou turned around and asked for someone else. If there is no light in one east, there will be light in another.

The Master still refused.

Nanny Xia ignored her. "Just leave it alone."

It is unheard of that a three-year-old girl is taught to write a letter directly instead of learning the Thousand Character Classic as usual.

There was plenty of ink and brushes. On the small desk in the study stood a large, smooth slate. Every day, Lele followed the teacher and began to write a character as big as a basket. The character "想" had complicated strokes. As he became more proficient, he gradually stopped missing radicals. The character took shape, becoming smaller and thinner. When the slate was full, he wiped it with a rag, dried it, and started writing again. Ji Laoer shook his hands and pouted, "I'm so tired!"

His eyes rolled around, "Master, Lele wants to drink some water."

The teacher was feeling thirsty, his hands ached and he was hungry. He closed his eyes and nodded. The little guy immediately rushed out to drink water.

Wangshu, who came to watch in the afternoon, said: ... For a quarter of an hour, Ji Laoer was fidgeting like a worm, scribbling and writing big characters...

"Ji Lao Er, if you said you want to learn, then study hard. You're just standing here wagging your head... If Aunt Chun Yang spends the whole day chatting and not working, I won't give her my monthly salary and will kick her out. If you don't want to learn, then don't learn. If you want to learn, then don't make trouble here!"

Wangshu ignored her for a few days.