Dad, Did You Study Today?

"Daughter, tell me the truth, how long have you been thinking about this?"

Zhou Huaishan stared at Zhou Qing with a face full of resentment.

She looked like a young wife who was cheated of money and sex.

Zhou Qing smiled and said, "Since the day you sold thirty-five cages for seven hundred taels."

If you have money, you have to invest!

The most beneficial thing for her father is education investment.

Zhou Huaishan.

"I knew that you, a prodigal daughter, would think about my money!"

Zhou Qing came out of Zhou Huaishan's house with a big laugh.

Shen Li had just unloaded the fish from the car, and when he saw Zhou Qing coming out, he smiled at her.

How could this little girl be so smart!

When the academy reopens, as long as the invited teacher is good enough, it will attract more than just little kids.

There are too many students in this world who are talented but poor.

The clan leader also understands this.

For the sake of Qingyang Village, he will definitely try his best to invite a teacher who is both knowledgeable and virtuous and whose family conditions are not very good.

After all, if this gentleman enters the officialdom in the future, it can be regarded as a favor from Huaishan Academy.

Huaishan Academy has produced talents, and it is not only Zhou Huaishan who benefits.

Qingyang Village will be famous everywhere!

Zhao selected two of the big fat fish caught by Shen Li to send to Aunt Liu next door, selected two to send to Aunt Zhang next door, and selected four more to let Pingzi carry them to the clan leader.

Zhou Qing selected more than a dozen big fish that were not dead yet and kept them in a big basin, preparing to send them to the shopkeeper of Yunhai Bookstore when he accompanied Shen Li to Qingquan Temple in the city tomorrow.

At dinner time, Aunt Zhang brought half a basin of stewed goose.

Zhao made spicy fish again.

She also pasted corn cakes on the edge of the iron pot.

The golden corn cakes soaked in the fish soup of spicy fish, not to mention how fragrant it was.

As for the small fish caught by Shen Li, Zhao cleaned them up neatly and fried them all into dried fish.

Fresh, spicy, one bite at a time, it was delicious.

"Uncle San, you can drive to the villages around to sell this dried fish. It will definitely sell well."

Since he stopped selling calligraphy, Zhou Huailin has been thinking about other ways to make money.

After hearing Zhou Qing's words, Zhou Huailin shook his head.

"With no foundation and no background, I don't want to get involved in the food business. If someone dies, I can't bear it."

There are too many people with red eye disease in this world.

They can't bear to see you live well, so they will do everything they can to harm you.

The way they harm people is vicious and tricky.

If someone poisons this dried fish, people will die when they eat it.

Zhou Huailin will never get involved in this.

Zhou Huaishan nodded, "Your uncle is right. If you don't have the ability and weak foundation to do business, don't get involved in food."

When he was still a marquis, he loved to patronize the tofu pudding shop at the entrance of Yuqian Hutong in Kyoto.

It was originally a shop opened by a simple and honest old couple.

Selling breakfast to make a living.

But a rich young master fell in love with his daughter and insisted on marrying her as a concubine.

The old couple disagreed, so the man had someone put arsenic in the tofu brain.

People died from eating in the shop, and the old couple were thrown into prison.

He heard the young master tell this proudly at a drinking party.

There are too many people who ignore human life and play with other people's lives.

People who live at the bottom of society never know which will come first, natural disasters or man-made disasters.

Zhou Qing couldn't help but sigh that her father and her third uncle were really brainwashing her.

Life in ancient times really can't be lived with modern thinking.

Every era, even every class, has its own unique survival mode, which is not what you want.

The next morning, before dawn, Zhou Qing and Shen Li set off.

The wind was already cold in the autumn morning.

Zhou Qing wrapped herself in the thin cotton jacket that Zhao had prepared in advance and sat firmly on the mule cart.

They originally thought that they would put the fish in Bimozhai, go to Qingquan Temple to ask for vegetarian noodles, and then go to Yunhai Bookstore when they came back.

But when they arrived at Bimozhai, Uncle Zhong told them that Qingquan Temple would be closed for three days to prepare for the Buddha Festival next month, and the whole temple would be cleaned.

"Buddha Festival?" Zhou Qing heard about this festival for the first time and was a little curious, "Can we participate?"

Shen Li smiled and handed her a cup of hot tea.

"This is the most important festival in Qingquan Temple. Every year during the Buddha Festival, Qingquan Temple will hold a grand ceremony. At that time, the whole temple will be full of flowers and people will come and go. As long as you have Buddha in your heart, everyone can participate."

"Flowers?" Zhou Qing frowned, "At this time of year, where can I get flowers? Only chrysanthemums."

Shen Li smiled and said, "The monks of Qingquan Temple raise them in the greenhouse for several months, just for the day of Buddha Festival."

"If the weather is bad, it will be a pity."

Shen Li sighed, "If it is windy and rainy, it will not be beautiful."

Zhou Qing lowered her head to drink tea, her mind was spinning.

Hehe.

It seems, it seems, probably, maybe, Xiao Qianqian is waving to her again.

In her previous life, she had a lot of work pressure. In order to relieve stress, she specially apprenticed to a craftsman to learn how to make silk flowers.

Although she was not as good as her master, she was also lifelike.

She was happy in her heart and happy on her face.

Shen Li held the tea and looked at Zhou Qing who was still happy there. He couldn't help but smile and said, "What are you thinking about? You are so happy?"

Zhou Qing stood up and said, "Will you go shopping with me later?"

Uncle Zhong turned his head and looked at Shen Li.

Yes, you have made rapid progress. We are going shopping together.

Shen Li raised his chin and glanced at Uncle Zhong proudly.

Uncle Zhong

Why are you so proud of me? My grandson can even help with soy sauce!

Shen Li

Without looking at Uncle Zhong again, he just said to Zhou Qing: "Let's go have breakfast first. When we finish eating, the shops will almost be open. After delivering the fish to Xu Feng, we will go shopping."

Zhou Qing happily agreed.

The tea shop next door to Bi Mo Zhai also sells breakfast.

Soy milk, deep-fried dough sticks, tofu curd, wonton noodles, stick porridge, all kinds are available.

Zhou Qing ordered a bowl of hot soup wontons, and Shen Li ordered a bowl of noodles.

Shen Li ate quickly. After finishing his bowl of noodles, Zhou Qing slowly ate four or five wontons.

"You eat first, and I'll ask Uncle Zhong how business is doing these days."

"Well."

Zhou Qing bit a wonton in his mouth and nodded.

Shen Li smiled and looked at her for a moment, then stood up and left.

Pen and Ink Studio.

Uncle Zhong showed Shen Li one by one the news sent from Kyoto in the past few days.

"It's nothing important, but I'm just urging you to seize the time to train Shadow. Your Majesty means that you may have to return to Beijing after the New Year. The situation in Kyoto may not be good."

Shen Li read the messages one by one and his face became a little gloomy.

The last time I went to see Zhou Qing, I accidentally arrested Zhou Wang from the Zhenguo Palace.

A lot of useful information was extracted from Zhou Wang's mouth.

The Duke of Zhenguo continued to expand his troops on the southwest border, while in Kyoto, the princelings headed by the Queen Mother desperately suppressed several other princes.

The emperor was angered several times, but the military power in his hands was not as good as that of the Duke of Zhenguo, so the emperor could only endure it.

If he can endure it until next year, it can be considered that the emperor is very generous.

Taking a breath, Shen Li burned the banknotes used to deliver the news.

The day he returns to Kyoto is when the bloody storm in Kyoto officially begins.

He is not afraid.

But Zhou Qing.

How will Zhou Qing be settled at that time?

Uncle Zhong looked at Shen Li's expression and twitched the corner of his mouth, "Sir, at that time, Miss Zhou might not know what you were thinking."

Your worries are a bit unnecessary.

Shen Li

Thanks for the candy-colored cutie’s tip! Thanks to Clover’s cute little guy for the tip!