After transmigrating into a stepmother, I transformed my whole family to work on farming

When dinner time came, Liu Jicai walked into the house dejectedly.

Qin Yao asked him: "Why are you going?"

It's okay that she didn't ask. When asked, Liu Ji immediately became angry, "I just went to Lianyuan to look for some manuscripts written by the teacher, and then I found out that his father didn't know when he was connected." Even a piece of toilet paper was confiscated by the gang of black knights!"

Liu Ji was surprised, "Madam, who do you think those black knights are to the prince? They are so powerful, I don't even know when they will come back to collect the things they took away."

Qin Yao sometimes really doubted Liu Ji's IQ. She raised her hand and pointed in the direction of the school, "The Black Cavalry has left, but there is still one person who has not left."

Liu Ji looked in the direction she pointed and reacted instantly. He slapped his thigh fiercely and said, "Good on you, Zhen Yubai!"

Immediately, I had to ask Shang Nga Wang to rush to the school and get all the teacher's manuscripts back.

The Ngawang man arrived in time, but he said ruthless words, "Master, you can't get it even if you go, stay for dinner."

Liu Ji glared angrily: "Why can't I, an upright disciple like me, get my teacher's manuscript?"

Awang calmly analyzed: "Zhen Yubai went to the Lotus Garden the night before yesterday. At this time, one day, one night and one day have passed. The manuscript has already been transferred. It is useless for you to go there now."

and many more!

Liu Ji looked at Awang standing in front of him in shock, and Qin Yao who was sitting lazily in the main room eating fruit, "Do you know?"

Awang was silent and looked at Qin Yao. He was just following orders, and his wife did not say anything about stopping Zhen Yubai.

Although he knew that those manuscripts might, might be a little important to the big master, but! Madam didn’t say anything!

Qin Yao calmly drank a sip of tea to relieve the greasiness of the fruit, and nodded, "I know, and I also know that those manuscripts don't have any important content."

Liu Ji understood the truth, "But it was just a thought." He glanced at her resentfully, as if she was at fault for not reminding him.

Qin Yao sneered and pointed at Liu Ji Education, "You should blame yourself. Zhen Yu spent so much time in vain. Since you think those manuscripts are important, you should take them back first."

Liu Ji: "."

Forget it, let’s eat!
This little episode of the manuscript passed in a harmonious dinner.

After the meal, Si Niang brought the lyre that her uncle had given her and held Liu Ji in her arms, refusing to let her go. She asked her father to teach her how to play the lyre.

When did Liu Ji do this? Previously, when public conscience forced him to learn the Six Arts of a Gentleman, he was only able to persevere.

I learned it after being pressured by Gong Liang to inherit the mantle and not to resist.

Of course, the other conditions in the village did not exist, such as royal robes and horses, but they were referring to chariots, things controlled by the imperial army, which Qin Yao could not find even if he had money.

As for this piano, it was listed in the detailed section of "Music", and it was like a black eye.

But seeing his daughter's expectant eyes, the old father was so proud that he couldn't say no, so he had no choice but to sit down, pick up the music score and pretend to read.

I felt lucky because I was forced to read a lot of books by my younger brother. I had zero practical experience, but my theoretical experience was more than enough to fool an eight-year-old child.

It was the messy piano music that made the whole family look confused like a subway grandpa looking at his phone.

Erlang asked weakly: "Dad, are you sure you play the piano with one finger?"

Sanlang was very direct, covering his ears and glaring at his old father, "Dad, can you please stop playing? It sounds more annoying than the buzzing of mosquitoes."

Liu Ji said "Hey", picked up the music score and slapped the three boys on the buttocks, "Shut up if you don't understand. This is called tuning. You little brat, you know nothing. The music is not in tune. The sound of the piano is wrong." Can it sound good?" Sanlang hugged his buttocks and huddled behind his mother. Although his father was not good at playing the piano, he still wanted to join in the fun.

Dalang didn't express any opinions, which was enough to give his father face.

I just caught a glimpse of the lady calmly drinking tea and eating melon seeds, looking at Erlang's legs and humming a tune, and I couldn't help but admire her.

My mother-in-law was able to listen to such unpleasant piano music without changing her expression. It was really too strong.

Little did he know that the ears under the broken hair on the temples had already been stuffed with cotton.

Liu Ji and Siniang played with a piano all night, and the whole mountain was filled with the sound of "duangduang".

No one knew how the villagers would react, but Zhen Yubai, who was just a short hill away from Qin Yao's family, felt like her head was about to split!
His five senses are already sharper than ordinary people, and it is difficult to fall asleep at night. When he is disturbed by the sound of the piano, he becomes even more awake.

If he hadn't heard it with his own ears, he wouldn't have believed that there were people in the world who were so stupid at playing the piano. After playing for so long, they still didn't have any introductory rules.

But this person is still ignorant and disturbing his neighbors without realizing it.

But it’s also strange, why would anyone in this mountain village have a piano at home?
Looking in the direction where the sound of the piano came from, it turned out that it was coming from the village chief's home.

Zhen Yubai stood in the open space of the school, staring at the candlelit courtyard opposite, her ears automatically ignoring the untunable noise, and frowning slightly when she remembered something.

When sending all the manuscripts written by Gong Liangxiao in the Lotus Garden, he 'accidentally' saw the letter paper that the spy had taken off the pigeon's foot.

I don’t know who this letter was intended to be sent to, but it was transferred here for him to see.

[Since entering Beijing, my old illness has relapsed, and I am also suffering from heart disease and depression. I am afraid that I will not have much time left]

In short, after the spy read the letter, he asked him to draw a map of the Lotus Courtyard and send it back, trying to build an identical Lotus Courtyard in the capital to save Yu Ji.

This was also the last task assigned to him. After completing this task, he had nothing to do with the East Palace anymore.

The drawings are easy to draw, and Zhen Yubai has already finished them and sent them out.

It's funny to say that today is the day that he regains his freedom from restraint, but he is a little uncomfortable with it.

Fortunately, I still have a job as a teacher. As I gain more experience in the future, I should be able to find something that interests me.

The music playing on the opposite side finally stopped. Zhen Yubai let out a long sigh of relief, turned back to the house, changed out of her clothes that had been soaked by the drizzle, and went to bed to lie down.

Before falling asleep, all kinds of thoughts were in my mind, and I remembered that I fell into a rocky ditch last winter and was rescued.

The coachman and the horse were both dead. He originally thought that he would also die a violent death, but unexpectedly, the heavy carriage was easily lifted up and he was rescued from the narrow ditch.

After all, he still owed these people half his life.

Let's go to the village chief's house after class tomorrow. Thinking like this, the chaotic thoughts finally calmed down and I was able to sleep peacefully.

The spring rain lasts for at least a month, intermittently, sometimes sunny and sometimes cloudy.

After Zhen Yubai finished her day's class and sent all the students away, a drizzle of rain fell from the sky again.

He locked the door, opened an oil umbrella, and walked slowly towards the courtyard on the north slope. (End of chapter)