The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

Kang Ge'er was lying on the bench where he usually practiced martial arts, holding his head in his hands, looking at the blue sky with his brows tightly furrowed.

"I do not know."

He turned around with some annoyance, and happened to meet the eyes of Old Xuan who was squatting next to him.

Xuan Lao came forward and said, "If you want to do it, just do it. It's not like a man to be so shy."

"What do you know?"

Kang Ge'er sighed.

The last time my uncle came back, he brought news that the Great Chu and the Western Yi had gone to war.

The capital has assembled and will set off soon.

He has been learning martial arts for so many years just for this opportunity.

But when that day really came, he suddenly began to miss his family, his elderly grandmother, his always-worrying mother, his father who seemed not very close but always paid attention to him, his fourth uncle and aunt, his cousins, and his friends.

He had already decided to leave, but he felt a pang of pain in his heart. He didn't know when he would return, and he might even return with his body wrapped in his horse's hide.

"I haven't even said goodbye to them yet."

But then he thought, his mother and the others would never agree to let him go, so he could only leave secretly.

"I don't like leaving without saying goodbye."

Kang Ge'er felt a lump in his throat and tears welled up in his eyes.

When Mr. Xuan saw this, he patted him on the back gently.

"If you don't want to leave, then don't go. It's fine to stay in the capital."

Han Yang held the sword in one hand and leaned against the pillar on one side of the corridor.

He and Old Xuan looked at each other, and there was a hint of imperceptible guilt and helplessness in their eyes.

He is only fourteen years old and has to face all this. It is too cruel to force a spoiled boy like him to grow up.

"Go, why not go?"

Kang Ge'er turned over and sat up, looking at Master Xuan and Master Han Yang with a smiling face.

"Master, Master Xuan, you said you would accompany me. Can you protect me temporarily? I'm still young and don't want to die."

The main reason is that he has not left any offspring for the Earl's Mansion.

But my fourth uncle is married now, and he should have younger brothers and sisters soon, so it doesn’t matter.

"What's this about death and life? You're so young and yet you're talking nonsense."

Old Xuan was old and couldn't bear to hear this, so he slapped him hard on the shoulder.

Kang Ge'er pretended to avoid it, feeling a little pain, and ran out while retreating.

"Then I'll take a few days off."

After saying that, he ran out, leaving Old Xuan at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Suddenly, someone stood beside him. It was Han Yang.

"Why? He's not the right age."

Han Yang's usually cold voice had a hint of chilliness in it, and was also faintly filled with anger.

The smile on Xuan Lao's face faded and he looked up at the sky.

"The Lord's command."

Han Yang was a little confused and looked straight at Master Xuan.

Old Xuan felt very uncomfortable being stared at and moved to the side evasively.

"Don't ask. The master has his own arrangements, which we cannot go against."

"He's too young. It would be better to wait a few more years. Going to the battlefield is like having one foot in hell. How can he protect himself?"

"Don't worry about this, the master has already arranged it."

In order to avoid Han Yang from asking further questions, Old Xuan yawned and said that he was sleepy, then turned around and hid in the house as if escaping.

Han Yang stood alone in the yard. He knew that his master wanted Kang Ge'er to join the army and go to the Western Yi battlefield for some purpose.

Since Kang Ge'er has a place to be used, there must be a backup plan to let him come back alive.

The temptation of those few words just now was just to get a positive answer.

The timing is so inappropriate. Even if we pave the way for him, this road is extremely dangerous.

Old Xuan hid in the house and drank two cups of cold tea, thinking about his master's purpose.

Originally, I came to Duan Bo's Mansion by chance, but unexpectedly, by chance, I was planning something with my master.

When he first received the order, he was also surprised. If Kang Ge'er lived three more years, it would be just right for him to go to the battlefield.

Fourteen years old is too young.

But they could not disobey the lord's order, and they had to tie him up and take him away.

After Kang Ge'er returned, he stayed in the room for most of the day before coming out.

I first went to my grandmother's yard, where my mother and my aunt were, and Bao Bao was chasing butterflies in the yard.

He stood in the corner, watching quietly.

He used to be the most mischievous one, but now he seems to have grown up all of a sudden.

Song Shengfu's hearing was not very good, but her eyesight was good. She raised her eyes and saw Kang Ge'er standing in the corner.

"Hey, whose boy is this?"

When Kang Ge'er saw that he was discovered, he ran into the house with a smile.

"Grandma, mother, and little aunt Ann."

"Come sit here. It's been a bit hot these past two days. Just walk in slowly and you'll be fine. I ran a few steps and sweated, and now I feel cold. What should I do?"

Mrs. Lu looked at her son and tied the sewn purse around his waist.

"You came just in time. I just sewed one for you. The one you had last time was worn out, so I just had some free time, so I sewed you a new one."

Kang Ge'er picked it up and saw that it was embroidered with a pattern of a tiger holding a ball, which was his favorite pattern when he was a child.

"Mother, I'm already an adult, why am I still embroidering this? I should be embroidering a roc spreading its wings."

Lu glanced at him and cut the silk thread in her hand with a pair of scissors.

"I'll sew it for you next time. Just keep this one."

Kang Ge'er came forward with a smile and said, "What do you mean? I like everything my mother embroiders, but others want it but don't have it yet."

"loquacious."

Mrs. Lu couldn't stand his clingy look, "Okay, okay, I have scissors in my hand, don't cut you."

Kang Ge'er ran to his grandmother again and spoke loudly in her ear.

"Grandma, what are you looking at?"

Song Shengfu was watching intently and was startled by the loud voice.

"You're too loud, little brat."

Kang Ge'er touched his nose and lay down on the side.

"Aren't you afraid you can't hear me?"

Song Shengfu rubbed her ears. Her ears were a little bit bad, but she was not that deaf.

"Just speak normally. I'm not at that stage yet."

At this time, she was looking through the income and expenditure of the shops under the name of the girls' school. Now, the first batch of graduates have officially started learning to work in various shops and factories.

The second batch of students will graduate soon, which will just solve the current shortage of staff.

In order to develop the industries involved in the girls' school, Song Shengfu invested money and also attracted investment from Concubine Ning and the Queen to establish many handicraft factories.

They are called factories, but in fact they are just small workshops. Some larger ones have more than a dozen people, while others have only a few.

There were both gains and losses, but fortunately, after continuous improvements, most of them began to recover.

Today's main model is the most traditional handicraft assembly line, which improves efficiency and production and opens up the market with cheap and preferential products.

Once the second batch of graduates arrive at the production site, we can select outstanding talents from the first batch.

The scale will gradually expand in the future, and a leadership team will be indispensable.

These accounts and regulations were sent in from various places. Song Shengfu looked at them one by one and made suggestions for some that needed improvement.