After being widowed, I pampered the rough man general by farming

"No, I'm about to vomit from reading, I'd better go to the field to look at the vegetables."

The books that Mingji helped to print were delivered, and Zhu Jiangjiang sat in the school for a day, reviewing the type of each book with Mingyao and Zhu Qingran.

The ancient books were full of words, densely packed, she was about to vomit after reading it.

"Little lady, books are just like this. If you can't read it, go read something else." Ming Yao is very understanding.

She grew up in a private school, and there is a cabinet of books in her yard, which she is used to reading.

So did Zhu Qingran.

"Your book is too anti-human. It's such a difficult book in elementary school. The children don't even know the words!"

Zhu Jiangjiang made a mistake.

She had known that all the children who would come to study this year were illiterate, children under the age of ten, but she still made them read the books commonly used in private schools of the Ming family.

It was really a mistake on her job.

But Mingyao expressed injustice, "My brother and I read such books when we were young, and we also understood all the talents in the book bit by bit."

"Yes." Zhu Qingran naturally stood on the side of his sweetheart, "Reading is a lifetime thing, and it cannot be accomplished overnight."

"..." She agrees that reading is a lifetime thing, but Zhu Jiangjiang disagrees with only reading these books for a lifetime.

"Forget it, Mr. Ming will send a batch of books tomorrow, right? Then I'll go back and get some textbooks and ask him to print them for me."

Zhu Jiangjiang angrily closed the book she was reading and threw it aside. If she looked at it one more time, she would definitely vomit.

After that, she got up and went out, and let the two of them figure out a way to review the rest of the books.

In the vegetable field.

In just four or five days, all the vegetable fields were already white and green.

The leaves of the fast-growing vegetables have the size of a fingernail, and the color gradually turns green. The slow-growing vegetables have just sprouted, and the buds are white.

So the vegetable field at this time looks like a piece of white and green.

The sun wasn't out today, and it wasn't too cold. Wu Jinping took off his clothes and stayed in the vegetable field all morning, helping to water it.

As the current Supreme Emperor, he was willing to put down his body and stay in the field, which Zhu Jiangjiang did not expect.

"Madam Zhu, do you have any shrimp to eat today? I'm too tired."

Qin Feng appeared from behind her at some point, crying in her ear.

His dignified son of the grand tutor, even if he is in the country, should be like the two gentlemen in the school, sitting in front of a pile of books, reading books and discussing articles.

Now he has ended up helping people carry water and vegetables. He really has suffered and can't say it, it's too difficult.

Zhu Jiangjiang also expressed his sympathy for him. Like Tu Ya, he was a descendant of the official family, but he was called out to serve the emperor and concubine by name, and he had to do rough and tiring work.

Ugh!

It is good to have power and power, and the people who serve you close to you must have a certain status in order to be noticed.

"Anything else is fine except shrimps." Zhu Jiangjiang was reluctant to touch the shrimps in the pond, they were still small.

"Then sweet and sour fish." Qin Feng chose the next best thing. Sweet and sour fish is his second favorite, so it's not impossible.

Zhu Jiangjiang nodded, agreeing, "Then do your work first, I'll go back."

Ok? ? ?

Qin Feng looked at Zhu Jiangjiang who turned and left, and poured a ladle of water on her, "You are not here to work!"

He thought someone could do some of the work for them.

Zhu Jiangjiang waved his hand without looking back.

She could have helped, but now she's going home to retreat and do something.

At home, Pei Ji had already set off for Jiangbei Prefecture to work on the things he hadn't finished last year. Pei Xiaoyu also stayed at the northern hut, sewing his own schoolbag with Xiao Wu and the others, and getting ready for school.

The village was also empty, and everyone went to the official road to reclaim wasteland for tea plantation.

Zhu Jiangjiang came back, washed his face casually, and entered the space with a pen and paper.

In the space, she can not be disturbed at all, and can concentrate on completing her own affairs.

Of course, the end result of being too selfless is that by the time she finishes her work, she will already be working hard the next day.

I wish Jiangjiang did not miss the Mingji, but he forgot to make braised fish for Qin Feng. Because Qin Feng couldn't eat braised fish at home, he took two big baskets of shrimp from her pond in a fit of anger!

During the Chinese New Year, he saw how Zhu Jiangjiang handled the shrimp. Even if he didn't know how to cook, he would always cook boiled shrimp.

Boil the water pot, pat some ginger slices, and add some clear brew to remove the fishy smell. When it is cooked, you can pick it up and dip it in seasonings to eat.

The seasoning he made was not as good as Zhu Jiangjiang's, but the shrimps were already delicious enough, so he didn't care that much.

Zhu Jiangjiang looked at the shrimp shells all over the yard, and she gave Qin Feng a hard look at Qin Feng who was standing on the second floor of the Golden Autumn Pavilion.

Qin Feng met her gaze without any fear, and the provocative eyes seemed to say: It doesn't count if you speak first!

"..." Well, he won.

"Mr. Qin, please be merciful next time, please? It's not easy for me to raise some shrimps." Zhu Jiangjiang went out, and when he passed by the gate of Jinqiu Pavilion, he raised his head and pleaded softly.

"Of course, there are still a lot of things that need to be relied on by Miss Zhu in the next day. You and I need to get along well." Qin Feng smirked, and his politeness was a bit hypocritical.

He is still angry!

Forget it.

Zhu Jiangjiang shook his head, walked towards the school, and handed over the things he made all night to Ming Ji.

"What are these things, I have never seen them before."

Mingji casually flipped through the stack of things she gave her, many of which were disassembled into strokes, and there were also very short, very interesting little storybooks.

Not only that, but there are also simple illustrations in the story.

"Master Ming, can these paintings be printed?" Zhu Jiangjiang was worried that they would not be able to print the illustrations.

She has made the painting very simple, the lines are as clean and neat as possible, and the least lines are used to draw the most similar things.

"Of course!" Mingji gave her an affirmative answer, "It's just that you really want to draw these things on the book? Your pictures take up more space than the words."

Those folk stories are paintings, so printing is no problem.

It seems inappropriate to just draw pictures in the books used in private schools, right?

"That's good, you can print it according to what I gave, and help me print this agricultural encyclopedia by the way." Zhu Jiangjiang hesitated again and again in the morning, but decided to take out this book.

"Just print these three copies first, don't get confused."

Except for the Encyclopedia of Agricultural Affairs, which she sewed with hemp thread, the other two books that she rushed to make last night were scattered, Zhu Jiangjiang was afraid that Mingji would get confused.

"The Chinese character book, the short fables, and Zhu's Farming Encyclopedia, are these three books the names you wrote on them?" Mingji confirmed with her carefully.

Once it has been sent to print, it cannot be altered.

"Well, that's the name."

Except that the Encyclopedia of Agricultural Affairs is her original, and her surname must be marked, the other two books are unnecessary. Those words and stories are not her original.

"Okay, you guys are going to start school in three days, I will try to deliver the books to you before your school starts."