Transmigrated Little Farm Girl Bringing Great Fortune

Manager Sun thought about it for a moment, then decided it was impossible.

How did Lord Jiang's family end up in this remote and impoverished place?

Even if they return, it should be a triumphant return.

How could this be...?

"May I ask your surname, Madam, and where you live?"

Lu Qingyao was taken aback.

Will I be recognized?

Could it be that my husband owes money to someone else?

That's it!

It's a blessing, not a curse, but it's a curse that cannot be avoided.

"My husband's surname is Jiang, and he lives in Taoxi Village."

Shopkeeper Sun's eyes lit up. "Madam, do you know Jiang Yunze from Taoxi Village... Lord Jiang?"

Lu Qingyao frowned. "Does Manager Sun know this Lord Jiang?"

"No, no, no, I am but a commoner, how could I possibly know Lord Jiang? I have only long admired his name, and since you come from the same place and your husbands share the same surname, perhaps you are acquainted..."

Lu Qingyao tightened her grip on Jiang Miaomiao's hand and smiled, "Our family came to Taoxi Village to stay with relatives. We've heard a little about this Lord Jiang, who is probably from the same clan, but we've never met him."

"I see!"

Manager Sun was somewhat disappointed and changed the subject.

"Judging from the fact that the two young masters are not even children yet, could they already be reading these books?"

Lu Qingyao smiled and said, "I'm sorry to have troubled you, Manager Sun. My son started his education quite early and has now finished reading the Four Books and is beginning to study the classics and history."

“Then this Three Character Classic…” Manager Sun glanced at the baby in her arms.

shook his head.

He must be overthinking it.

Then Lu Qingyao said, "My little girl loves listening to her brothers read, so I thought I could read the Three Character Classic to her as a story."

Jiang Miaomiao: "......"

She likes listening to her brother read aloud. Which eye of her mother saw that?

It's clearly very hypnotic, isn't it?

I've only ever heard of starting education from a young age, never from infancy.

Manager Sun's eyebrows twitched.

This baby is so small, looks like he's not even a year old...

Are all people with the surname Jiang so exceptionally gifted?

If his son marries a woman surnamed Jiang, will their child be more intelligent?

Lu Qingyao looked at Jiang Miaomiao's pouting face and quickly coaxed her, "Miaomiao, be good. I'll let your brother read it to you when we get back, okay?"

Jiang Miaomiao:.....

No! I don't want to listen to audiobooks!

Jiang Miaomiao waved her little fists in protest.

Lu Qingyao then remembered the important matter, "Manager Sun, how much are these books?"

"The four books will cost a total of 350 coins."

Compared to the capital, it's much cheaper.

Lu Qingyao took out copper coins and gave them to him without hesitation.

Manager Sun took the document, thought for a moment, and asked, "May I ask which renowned tutor Madam has hired for the young master?"

Those who run bookstores have always been fond of associating with celebrities and scholars.

"I'm not afraid of being laughed at by the shopkeeper, but my son hasn't found a good teacher yet and can only study at home by himself. I wonder if there are any famous teachers or great scholars in Qing Shi Town?"

Manager Sun smiled, his eyes unreadable. "If Madam is here for Mr. Cui, then you'd better give up that idea."

"how do I say this?"

Manager Sun guessed correctly; Lu Qingyao's trip was indeed for this Mr. Cui.

"Mr. Cui is getting on in years and rarely sees visitors anymore, let alone takes on apprentices. If we were to act rashly, we probably wouldn't even get to see him..."

"Thank you for the reminder, Manager Sun!" Lu Qingyao curtsied while holding the baby.

She actually had the opportunity to meet Mr. Cui.

Years ago, when my father returned to Beijing, he saved Mr. Cui, who was being attacked by bandits.

However, one cannot use gratitude as a pretext to repay a master's kindness.

Lu Qingyao's eyes darted around. "Are all the books in Manager Sun's bookstore handwritten?"

There were also handwritten copies in the capital.

However, many scientific research books were printed using movable type.

The fact that she asked that question made Manager Sun realize that she was no ordinary person, so he chatted with her for a while longer.

"Madam, you may not know this, but while movable type printing is convenient, it is relatively expensive, requiring large amounts of rosin and wax, which are extremely difficult to find, both in terms of the skills and the craftsmen..."

"Besides, look at our place, there are scholars, but not many, so even if we print them out, we can't sell that many."

“That makes sense.” Lu Qingyao nodded in agreement.

Jiang Miaomiao listened intently, her sleepiness completely gone.

It turns out that the era she traveled to already had movable type printing.

She could understand Manager Sun to some extent.

Let alone in ancient times printing was expensive, even in modern times, printing a book or something is expensive.

They all inevitably charge a plate-making fee.

If you print less, the cost will naturally increase rapidly.

It's not worth it.

Lu Qingyao looked at Jiang Ziyan thoughtfully, "I wonder how much he would be paid for hand-copying a book?"

"Does Madam wish to copy it herself, or...?" Manager Sun felt that his question was somewhat superfluous.

Even if this child is exceptionally gifted, he's not at the level of copying books.

Being good at reading is one thing, but being good at writing is another.

"Shopkeeper, do you have paper and pen here?"

"Yes, of course." Manager Sun understood and handed her paper and pen.

But Jiang Ziyan took it and began to write it down in a long and flowing style.

I recited from memory a passage from the Analects: "Is it not pleasant to learn with constant perseverance and application? Is it not delightful to have friends coming from afar?"

"Sir, do you think my handwriting is acceptable to copy?" Jiang Ziyan handed the completed paper to Manager Sun with both hands.

He widened his eyes and exclaimed, "Young master, although your grip on the brush lacks a bit of strength, your strokes are fluid and elegant, and your handwriting is fresh and graceful. For your age, it's already quite good..."

"You flatter me, sir." Jiang Ziyan bowed respectfully.

“Madam, just for the young master’s calligraphy, I’ll give him sixty coins per book. What do you think?” Sun Zhangui’s eyes were full of approval.

If only my own child could be as intelligent as him.

He must be laughing in his sleep.

He could only give fifty coins to others, because he also had to provide writing materials.

Paper is very expensive.

"Sure, sure! Thank you!"

Lu Qingyao could tell at a glance that Manager Sun was a person who cherished and valued talent.

Before leaving, Manager Sun casually remarked, "Old Master Cui comes to the bookstore on the fifth of every month to play chess and drink tea with me..."

On the fifth day of each month, it takes almost a month.

"Thank you for your guidance, sir." Jiang Ziyan expressed his gratitude and bowed deeply to him.

"This child is teachable..."

Jiang Miaomiao heard what Manager Sun said.

I thought to myself, "My second brother is probably going to become my apprentice!"

"I've bought the book, now let's go buy Feng'er a bow and arrow." Lu Qingyao looked at the three siblings with a smile.

"Mom, please buy me another piggy bank."

"Mom, I want one too."

Why buy it?

Lu Qingyao boarded the carriage, preparing to breastfeed Jiang Miaomiao.

"Saving money to buy delicious food for Mom and my sister..."

"Okay, buy them all, and go buy some osmanthus cakes too..." She couldn't believe that her son could actually earn money on his own.

It seems she needs to catch up!

Looking at the little baby in his arms, he felt even happier.

Surprisingly, she didn't cry or make a fuss the whole way, which saved her a lot of trouble.

They drove away in the carriage.

Passing by a cloth shop.

"Mom, isn't that Auntie? Why is she picking up scraps of cloth that others have cut?" Jiang Zifeng pointed to the person squatting on the ground in the cloth shop.

Then Liu Yuniang picked up all the scraps of cloth from the ground and put them into her cloth bag.

After picking up the trash, they also helped the shopkeeper sweep the floor clean.

"Let's go to another cloth shop." Lu Qingyao bit her lip and, taking advantage of Liu Yuniang's inattention, hurriedly drove the carriage away.

Knowing his younger sister was curious, Jiang Ziyan lifted her high in the air.

Jiang Miaomiao also witnessed this scene.

For some reason, the baby's nose felt a little sore.

Didn't Mother just pay back Uncle's money?

Why would my aunt be picking up scraps of cloth that other people don't want here?