Pick a Prince and Get Rich

Buying land is a big deal. Ning Silian needs to think about it. What's more, the family doesn't even have a decent labor force. It's hard for her and Ning Huai to go farming at that time. Even if she can go, Ning Huai is still so small. She can't bear it.

Ning Silian thought about things in her heart, but she didn't notice that it was in other people's room. She sat at the table with her lips pursed on the bench.

"Why, not yet?" Ji Ruchang saw her sitting there for half an hour.

"I have to think about it." Ning Silian bit her finger and said, she really doesn't know what she can do. She doesn't have enough money to open a restaurant. She has some ideas in her head, and she's afraid to take them out to shock the world and be regarded as a monster. After all, the people here are not stupid. At least the man in front of her is not stupid.

"What are you worried about?"

"We have no labor force. Ninghuai is too small to take care of. We have no time to wait for the land. If we sublet it to others, we might as well not buy it." She didn't notice that she said what she was thinking.

"Isn't there me?" Ji Ruchang looked at her with a smile. She never rowed herself inside.

"You?" Ning Silian turned around and looked at his legs suspiciously, then looked up and down at his figure, "are you ok?"

Asked by a woman if she was ok, Ji Ruchang was angry. But this time, he was not angry. He just hooked his finger and said with a smile, "come here."

Ning Silian ghost sent God to go in the past, "what's the matter?"

"You can try it." He leaned over her ears and breathed warm.

Ning Silian didn't react for a moment. When she saw his unkind smile, she brushed her face like a steamed red shrimp

"I don't mind being a little bit lower." Ji Ruchang quietly embraces her waist and looks carefully. In fact, she looks good.

"You --" Ning Silian pushed him down on the bed and said angrily, "when you are well hurt, you will go to farm for me."

Ji Ruchang fell on the bed, looking at the top of the tent, with a big smile on his face. However, just when he was about to get up, Ning Silian stood in front of him and scared him.

"During your convalescence, you must teach Ning huaixue to write, at least 3000 words." Ning Silian crossed her waist and gnashed her teeth. She was teased.

"Why?" Ji Ruchang shrugged his shoulders. In fact, he didn't mind teaching Ning Huai.

"Is it enough for you to eat my food, drink mine and live mine?"

The white fingers rubbed the hard chin and thought, "enough, OK. You bring what you want to learn, and I'll teach him."

Ning Silian did not expect that he actually agreed, a time Leng in situ, "cough, that every day after breakfast, study for an hour or two, afternoon study for another hour."

"Good."

"You can't go back."

"Good."

"What you promise must be done and what you say must be true."

"Good."

He so readily agreed, Ning Silian only feel happy in the heart, like a farmer who has been oppressed by the landlord for many years, and finally turned back to the serf to sing.

"Sister, what are you talking about?" Ning Huai's appearance interrupted Ning Silian's imagination.

Seeing that her beloved brother came, Ning Silian pinched his little face happily. "Your brother-in-law said that he would teach you to practice calligraphy tomorrow. You must study hard for me

Ning Huai bared her teeth and her eyes were shining: "really? My brother-in-law is going to teach me how to read. "

"It's true, of course." Ning Silian turns her head and looks at Ji Ruchang with warning. She signals him to make a sound quickly.

"Yes, that's right. Don't give up halfway. I'm very strict."

"Ning Huai must learn from her brother-in-law, but..."

"What's the matter?"

"Sister, we don't have any books or ink, paper or inkstones. I'm afraid Ning Huai will live up to your expectations."

Ning Silian pointed to his small head, "you little fool, you forget our father is a scholar, he must have in the room, then let your brother-in-law choose some suitable for you, don't go."

Ning Huai hears the star light again in that gloomy eye of speech.