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

"Don't worry, little lady, my elder brother is not targeting you, the snacks and tea are very good." Mingji explained with a little deep meaning.

Ming Jiang was targeting him, but she just wanted to make use of it.

He was very embarrassed to involve Zhu Jiangjiang.

"Yeah, I felt the intention of this snack as soon as it came up."

Zhu Qingran brought the topic back to dim sum again, otherwise the two brothers of the Ming family might fight.

"In this tofu soup, the tender white tofu is sprinkled with crystal green, and gradually spreads on the tofu, just like the cold winter warmed by spring, showing the vitality of spring."

"Look at this pastry again." Zhu Qingran picked up a piece of matcha cake and smelled it, then shook his head and praised: "The fragrance of millet and the fragrance of tea make spring and autumn meet in this pastry. It's wonderful!"

Sure enough, he is a scholar!

Hearing someone describe what she made in this way, while Zhu Jiangjiang expressed his gratitude, he also felt a little hypocritical.

Of course Zhu Qingran knew how hypocritical this was, he himself had goose bumps after he finished speaking.

But if not, how to divert everyone's attention?

Although today's learning is to discuss each other's talents and knowledge, it also has a theme, and the theme is all the scenery that can be seen by the eyes.

"Since Mr. Zhu mentioned spring and autumn, how about we use poetry as the basis and the four seasons as the theme to play a game that connects the endings?" Ming Ji suggested.

This proposal was strongly endorsed by Mr. Ming Lao and Zhu Lin.

"Alright, impromptu poetry is the best test of talent and learning, but I don't know General Pei, what do you think?" Old Mr. Ming looked at Pei Ji and asked his opinion.

Pei Ji is a distinguished guest of Jiangnan Town, his rank is much higher than Zhu Lin's.

Here, he is the real boss, so naturally he has to ask him first.

Pei Ji is a rough guy with little literacy, he can't play this kind of game, but this is his home field after all, even if he doesn't like it, he can't say anything.

"Old Mr. Ming doesn't need to care about this general, please go ahead."

"In that case, let's get started."

Today's participants, no matter how old they are, are all students taught by Mr. Ming, even Zhu Lin.

Therefore, as long as he speaks, no one dares to say no.

"Then let's start from the next one, and take turns." Zhu Qingran's position is next to Zhu Lin, and he is at the front, so it is normal for him to start.

I saw him looking at the garden next to the gallery, muttering words, and after a while, he blurted out a poem.

"Living deep in Fujia City, spring to summer is still clear."

"it is good!"

As soon as Zhu Qingran finished reading this poem, everyone in the gallery applauded one after another. I don't know if it was because he was really good, or because he was the son of the county magistrate.

There is still some ink in my stomach!Zhu Jiangjiang thought to himself.

Although she doesn't participate, it doesn't matter if she listens.

correct!

She promised Liang Wenzhou that she would help him copy some things back from the academy, "Miss, can you prepare a set of pens, inks, papers and inkstones for me?"

Zhu Jiangjiang asked the maid standing beside her for pen and ink, and when no one else noticed her, she wrote down the poems that everyone read.

Pei Ji has been paying attention to her since she came to the gallery.

Seeing her lowering her head to write something, he put down the teacup in his hand, got up and quietly came behind her.

Last time in Xiaohuang Village, he saw her registering tea picking information for guests, so he knew that she could read some characters, but he didn't think she could understand such intellectual things.

"Can you understand?" Pei Ji said suddenly.

Zhu Jiangjiang, who was lowering his head and concentrating on recording, was taken aback by him, patted his chest, and said, "General, it's you."

"Do you understand these literary things?" He asked again.

Zhu Jiangjiang was not very happy with his attitude of taking it for granted that she could not understand and treating her as an illiterate.

"Just kidding, isn't it just poetry, what's the problem!"

She intended to tell Pei Ji that she had also read the book, but who knew that when she said this, it was Cawen's turn to write poetry over there.

While the audience was waiting, Zhu Jiangjiang's words were particularly loud, attracting the attention of all the players in the game.

"What a big breath!"

Ming Jiang finally found an excuse to find fault again, and she couldn't help raising a faint excitement on her face, and directly pointed the finger at Zhu Jiangjiang.

"Since this little lady said that composing poetry is not difficult, why don't you answer this sentence?"

The difficulty came too fast, and Zhu Jiangjiang was forced to go to Liangshan before he had time to react.

"Big brother..."

Ming Ji opened his mouth to stop him, but Ming Jiang refused to give him a chance, "Second brother, all the students present here are students from my private school of the Ming family, and they are the most educated talents in Jiangnan Town."

"I don't believe it. My Ming family students can't match the sentence. How dare she, a peasant woman, say such a sentence!"

Ming Jiang was determined to embarrass Zhu Jiangjiang, and then took advantage of her ugliness to put the blame on Ming Ji, saying that he had improperly employed people and ruined the society.

In this way, the Ming family private school is his!

Zhu Jiangjiang doesn't know about the Ming family's affairs, but she knows that this Ming Jiang has been targeting her, which makes her very upset.

No matter what his reason was, she didn't want to bear it anymore.

Zhu Jiangjiang slapped the pen on the table again, stood up, raised his chin, and looked directly at Ming Jiang, "Okay, I will answer it, which word will I answer now?"

"You don't have to be like this, little lady, I can make the decision for you." Pei Ji also got up and stood beside her, trying to use his identity to resolve this problem for her.

I saw Zhu Jiangjiang raised his hand and refused him, "General Pei, thank you for your kindness, trust me, they are no problem for me."

"The village woman is arrogant!"

Ming Jiang was so angry that the teacup in her hand was about to be crushed, "Then you come to pick up 'Winter'!"

"What a bad temper."

Zhu Jiangjiang complained in a low voice, then took a look at the poems she had just recorded, and she couldn't repeat the sentences that had already been written.

"Nanling is even more memorable, Bu Podong has not been redeemed."

"She actually connected?"

"Little lady, have you ever studied? Where did you study? Is there any other private school in Jiangnan Town?"

Seeing that she really connected, and it was so fast, everyone showed incredible expressions.

What's more, they directly came forward and asked three times.

There is only one private school in Jiangnan Town. No matter who can read and study in the city, they usually study in the private school of the Ming family, but she has never been in the private school.

"To be precise, I haven't read it, but there is a scholar in our village who has been studying for five years and just returned some time ago."

Zhu Jiangjiang spoke lightly, with a very disapproving expression on his face, which made the group of scholars present very angry.

When Ming Jiang heard that Zhu Jiangjiang had never studied, the tension in her heart dissipated, and she mocked again: "You haven't studied? Then what are you pretending, it's just a blind cat meeting a dead mouse!"