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

Qin Yao took out the ointment that she had just taken back to the room.

Looking at the two red, swollen and purple little hands that Sanlang handed over, Qin Yao finally understood how strict Mr. Fan, as the children called him, was.

In her opinion, this was simply malicious corporal punishment of students.

But when asked about it, Liu Ji said that the teachers in Kaiyang County were even more cruel than this. They hit students directly with rulers and whips. The hitting on the palm of Sanlang's hand was a sign of the teacher's pity.

But when he thought of Master Fan's teachings to him, Liu Ji still said in his heart, "You old man, you really think you are a piece of shit. Whose fault is it that the student can't learn? How can it be the parents' fault? It's obviously because he, the master, doesn't know how to teach!"

Erlang deeply agreed with this point and nodded heavily while eating.

"What? Do you think so too?" Liu Ji asked in surprise.

Qin Yao took care of Sanlang's little hand and asked him if he could still eat by himself.

Sanlang sobbed and shook his head, his hands were so painful that he couldn't even pick up the chopsticks.

Qin Yao looked at the child's pitiful hands with sympathy, then carried him to Liu Ji and let his father feed him.

The warm candlelight and the delicious food greatly comforted Sanlang's wounded heart, and he gradually came out of his bad mood.

Da Lang sighed, "Master Fan is a little too strict. When students ask questions, he doesn't know how to answer them. He forces them to look for the answers in books themselves. It's really torturous."

Erlang is such a hard-working student that he is well-loved by the teachers at Ding Family School, and the teachers are happy to answer his questions.

But it was not like that at Fan's private school. The teacher was old-fashioned and strict, and he believed in self-study.

If one cannot learn by himself, he is not a good tree. Words like waste, dull, and stupid are his catchphrases, and he repeats them countless times a day.

Sanlang said seriously: "I counted, Master Fan called me an idiot sixty-seven times today!"

Liu Ji raised his eyebrows and said with some pride: "If Master Fan can open a private school, it seems that I can do the same."

Jilang: "Master Kefan is a Jinshi."

His father was just a juren, and he got in by luck, which was not good enough in Kyoto.

Qin Yao's idea was much simpler and more crude. Seeing that the three boys all had complaints about Master Fan, she suggested: "Since it's not good, let's change to another private school."

The three brothers immediately shook their heads and refused.

Sanlang's cheeks were puffed with food, and he said, "Master Fan's painting is very good. The picture of the chicken pecking at rice is very lifelike."

He glanced at Liu Ji with his big eyes, which was many times more powerful than his father's picture of chicken pecking rice.

Dalang and Erlang also said that although Master Fan was a little fierce and didn't like to answer students' questions, they still admired his painting, calligraphy and knowledge.

Qin Yao shook her head helplessly, what a bunch of masochists.

"Since you don't want to, forget it." Qin Yao looked at Sanlang, whose hands were swollen. "But if you can't recite the book, and the teacher continues to punish you, what will you do?"

Sanlang stopped chewing the food, his big eyes rolled around, and finally landed on Si Niang, and asked in surprise: "Mother, can I go to the women's garden with my sister?"

Just now he heard Si Niang herself talk about what happened between her and Xu Jiajia in the women's garden. Both of them made such a big mistake, but the dean did not punish them physically. He only sent them to sweep horse manure.

He's willing to sweep horse manure!
Qin Yao felt the anticipation in the child's eyes and felt at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Liu Ji knocked on the table and looked at San Lang unhappily, "That's a women's garden. Do you know what women's garden is? Why are you, a boy, joining in the fun! Open your mouth and eat!" "Eat more, eat enough, and replenish your brain. Tonight, your father will personally accompany you to recite the text."

Liu Ji stuffed a large mouthful of food into Sanlang's wide-open mouth and said angrily, "I still don't believe it. Can my offspring be stupid?"

Old man Fan said that he couldn't teach his son well, so he would teach this old man and see! Scared him to death!

Qin Yao: Well, it’s hard to comment.

After dinner, Liu Ji rolled up his sleeves and took the children to his study, with Si Niang joining him.

There were four brothers and sisters, all neatly arranged, not one missing.

Given that Master Fan's strictness caused great psychological trauma to the child, Sanlang lost his composure when he saw his father change his attitude.

Liu Ji changed his previous bad temper when tutoring, and deliberately restrained himself, teaching in a gentle voice, and he actually achieved some results.

The next morning, although he had slept for less than two hours, Sanlang was able to memorize the book that he had not been able to memorize the day before.

After breakfast, the four brothers and sisters went to school confidently with the children from the neighborhood.

Liu Ji yawned continuously.

The coachman from the Imperial Master's Mansion came to pick him up. He watched as the coachman took a bunch of gifts from the carriage and walked straight into his house. He rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things.

"What are you doing?" Liu Ji, who had reacted, hurriedly followed him and asked angrily, "Why did you bring these things into my house?"

The groom kept walking and said, "Mr. Liu, these are the gifts that our master wants to give to Madam. I wonder where Madam is now? I have to deliver the gifts to Madam in person."

Liu Ji narrowed his eyes suspiciously. The Imperial Master gave his wife a gift?
"Why?" Liu Ji thought subconsciously, maybe he wants to ask his wife to do something dangerous for him?

The driver shook his head and just kept on delivering the car without saying anything to the adults.

That's even more strange. What's the point of giving gifts without any reason?
Liu Ji glanced at the gifts in the coachman's hands. The packages were piled high, almost covering the coachman's head, and it was obvious that they were heavy and substantial.

As a dignified Imperial Master's Mansion, its actions should not be too shabby.

Since it's a gift given without any reason, you should just accept it. No matter what the intention is, just accept it first.

Liu Ji thought, "Come, come, let me help you move it. My wife hasn't gotten up yet. It's the same if you give the gift to me. I'll tell her later that I thank you for your kindness."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hands to the gift, embraced it, and before the coachman could react, the thing was snatched away by him.

"Mr. Liu, my master has instructed me to make sure I see the Madam accept the gift in person. Isn't it not a good idea to do this?" The driver frowned and hesitated.

"Hey!" Liu Ji gave him a blank look. "There's no need to be so particular about these details. Madam and I are one. Whatever is given to me is given to her. If you don't tell me and I don't tell you, how will the master know whether you gave it to me or my wife?"

The driver thought about it and it seemed to make sense.

Liu Ji placed the gift on the eight-immortal table in the hall with a bang, and made a mysterious shushing gesture to the driver, pointing to the backyard, "My wife has a very bad temper. If you disturb her sweet dream now, you will be dead."

When the driver heard this, he suddenly remembered the rumors in the mansion today about the two stone lions at the gate. He was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat. He quickly shut up and bowed to Liu Ji in gratitude, thanking him for reminding him.

Liu Ji smiled gently, called Awang over and asked him to move the gifts away, then he put his arm around the driver's shoulder, and the two of them left the house in a friendly manner. (End of this chapter)