The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

The yard was brightly lit in the middle of the night. Jiang qianxia smiled like a fool and had to sew up Guli's wound.

Because the distance was too close, the bullet directly penetrated the shoulder, saving Jiang qianxia's effort to take out the bullet.

It's convenient to sew the wound, but after all, you hurt your hand. Don't think about strenuous exercise for at least a month.

After sending Guli with the same giggle to sleep with his daughter, Jiang qianxia received the people who were awakened by gunfire in the middle of the night and came to "persuade" in fear.

The persuaders were divided into several waves. Gentlemen, the students of the new medical class led by Mr. Sun Changsheng, came here. Only Mr. Sun was a little worried. Other students could hardly suppress the smile on his face!

"Dean, look at you. You can't use the gun even if you have trouble with general Gu? The gunshot wound is a penetrating injury. How difficult it is to heal! But it doesn't matter. There are many of us. You can have a good rest. The work of taking care of general Gu's injury will be shared by the students for you!"

It's too difficult to find a gun in Dachan. Guli is the only one who is still alive after being shot.

So the students in the medical class were hungry and thirsty for a long time and finally met an immortal. If Jiang qianxia dared to stop them to study the gunshot wound in person, it would probably provoke public anger

After the corners of his mouth twitched and promised to take Guli into their care, the students of the medical class ran away happily, stayed in the last grandson, looked up and down at Jiang qianxia for a while, and nodded happily.

"Made up?"

The concern in the old man's tone filled Jiang qianxia with guilt. He was embarrassed to pull the old man to be coquettish and whispered "um" in exchange for the old man's laughter and slight loss.

"Alas, it seems that Fu Wen is really unlucky. Now that you two are reconciled, don't make trouble in the future. How many people are worried about it this time..."

Looking at the figure of the old man leaving with his hands on his back, Jiang qianxia pinched his thigh blankly.

"Hiss -" he grinned in pain, and Jiang qianxia comforted himself with some panic. "I must be amorous. Can song Fuwen's vicious tongue see me? It must be the shadow of a bow and a snake made these days. Don't scare yourself..."

Boundless and ghost rolled their eyes together. Only their dull master like iron and wood didn't know what doctor song wanted.

She didn't think about it. If it weren't for her, would Dr. song be tied to Kyoto and guarding the old stubborn Taoist priest Baiyun in the first half of her visit to Yunnan?

Alas, but compared with yueren, Dr. Song doesn't seem to care much about the master. Maybe he doesn't like the master, but a woman who can exchange medical skills with him

They looked at each other, and tacitly separated their eyes. They listened to the Lord's orders and sent the second batch of gentlemen back.

Compared with the first batch of medical classes, young and old, the second batch of gentlemen headed by Mr. Jingshi are even more aggressive.

"The Dean was trapped by love a few days ago. It's human to have no time to manage the college. But now that he has made up with general Gu, it's time to deal with the things left behind."

Looking at the tired and helpless faces of Mr. Jing Shi and Mr. Cui Maoshan, Jiang qianxia knows that the things left behind are not only the small things such as the absence of new books in the library, but the applications for money, equipment and places that students keep handing in. These simple teaching gentlemen can't solve them.

After this period of experience in the college, father Cui Maoshan knew for the first time how difficult it is to be a good Dean, and how terrible it is for the students in the college to spend money.

Perhaps not only these old gentlemen, but also the whole Daqian didn't know that it would cost so much to train talents.

After the students went home crying for poverty, Daqian went up and down. Those who privately thought Jiang qianxia was like that closed their mouths in shock.

Fortunately, Jiang qianxia, the God of wealth, paid for it. Otherwise, if anyone came, the Shihui hall would eventually be reduced to a place of pure literature like the Imperial College. After all, literature is really the cheapest of all disciplines

After they were sent away, the third wave came only one person - Du feibai.

Carrying a bottle gourd of monkey wine, he lifted up the Confucian scholar's long shirt and stuffed it around his waist. The whole person was wild and uninhibited to a state. The person who only looked at him couldn't help but yearn for freedom.

Some of his blue chin made him look more vicissitudes. Du feibai hooked the corner of his mouth, pointed to the falling silver moon in the sky, and smiled at Jiang qianxia.

"I'm leaving tomorrow. There are wine and months. How about giving me a ride?"

The pupil contracted in an instant. Jiang qianxia's words came to his mouth and swallowed bitterly. He could only look at him seriously and nod.

With a smile, Du feibai quickly walked two steps, took a long arm, jumped around Jiang qianxia's waist recklessly, and stepped on the roof and branches.

Guli, who was sleeping with his daughter in the room, was going to turn over the window. He was pressed on the edge of the window by yueren and boundless.

"If the master can't let go of the general, Lord Du is actually a good match with the master. At this moment, the general won't disturb the master."

Boundless's feelings for Jiang qianxia have been unclear. From the beginning, it has developed more and more towards his father and brother. Jiang qianxia has also been brought. He is about to be his own father and obey his orders

So boundless words carry a lot of weight, and even if Guli wants to catch up now, his injuries can't let him get angry.

The puzzled eyes fell on the moon man who also pressed him. The moon man jokingly said, "it's good to help him today and someone will help me in the future."

Guli's face was completely black.

Jiang qianxia, who was abducted by Du feibai, finally stopped before he was out of breath.

Stopped outside the Shihui hall, in a small pavilion where passers-by rested. Two people entered the pavilion. There was a light rain in the sky. The sound of the rain seemed to separate the world into two parts - inside and outside the pavilion.

Du Fei looked out of the pavilion for a while, put his hand out and wanted to pick up a handful of rain, but the water always flowed clean along the gap.

The laughing hand was taken back. Du feibai opened the wine gourd and drank wildly. His face turned red, spit out a mouthful of wine gas and shouted "good wine!"

Fiercely extend the wine gourd to Jiang qianxia. The sound of wine churning in the gourd is integrated with the sound of rain outside.

Jiang qianxia silently took over the wine gourd and didn't drink it. He looked at him with such a tolerant smile to vent himself.

"Hehe, you are still like this."

Jiang qianxia doesn't know what Du feibai's "like this" means. He obediently lets him take back the wine gourd in his hand. He drinks it recklessly. His steps are vain, his eyes are blurred, and he sings loudly - the most cautious courtship song of mountain people.

Du feibai's voice is very good. He sings affectionately and deeply, stirring and so sad.

"You are from Dianzhou. The leaders say you are a native of Dianzhou."

Pointing to Jiang qianxia, Du feibai giggled, "I once thought I would leave everything and run all the way to Dianzhou for leisure. God is destined to let me meet you and meet you who have been separated in name."

"It's a pity that fortune makes people angry. I can't rob Guli. I recognize that he is the only one who can protect you in this troubled world."

"I never need protection."

Jiang qianxia's serious appearance is always particularly persuasive. Du feibai is silent for a moment and laughs again, "yes, you never need other people's protection, but will only make others unable to open their eyes."

The drunkenness was forced down by him, and his body became tall and straight again. The rain curtain outside the pavilion gradually stopped, as if counting down for separation.

"I'm leaving."

"Will you come back?"

"If you don't come back, it's good to guard your foundation in Dianzhou. Maybe it's good to find a passionate Mountain girl and give me a big fat boy."

This is self exile. Jiang qianxia's mouth is filled with bitterness.

As if he had seen through her guilt, Du feibai was suddenly angry and rubbed her hair on her head with big hands. Her hair was messy, embarrassed and a little playful.

"I will! This is what I want!"

He opened his arms and roared loudly, as if he roared out all the knots, and then Du feibai changed back to the free and easy and happy legendary man.

Untie his coat and wave his hand over her. Du feibai faces the first white fish belly in the sky, runs into the misty rain curtain and walks away.

The song was faint, and only one sentence was vaguely heard, especially clear.

"Farewell and never forget..."