PFC Chapter 291 Skipping class
Chapter 291 Skipping class
The rain stopped.
As quickly as it came, it went as quickly as it came.
When Jiang Miaomiao came out of the bridge corridor, the sky gradually cleared up.
She stretched, slid off Jiang Xiaobai's back, and prepared to walk on her own.
They waited and waited, but Xi'er still hadn't caught up.
Looking up, I could see that my mother was probably busy working on her abacus in the attic right now. Aunt Xiuxiu had brought back a box of account books early in the morning.
That'll keep Mother busy for several days.
I probably don't have time to deal with her right now.
Jiang Miaomiao then walked into the backyard garden, like a wild horse being let loose, skipping and hopping, humming a song as she went.
"La la la... I have a little white wolf... I ride it every day..."
Xi'er followed behind.
Seeing that his young master didn't need it, Jiang Xiaobai ran away in a flash.
The little master is courting death; it's best to leave first.
Passing through the covered walkway, the artificial hill, and the flower path, we arrived at a spacious lawn by the pond.
The little girl was running on the lawn.
As I ran, I saw two familiar figures in the pavilion.
The little girl suddenly stopped and turned around to run back.
Omg!
Is that my mother?
What's going on? At this hour, shouldn't Mother be looking at the account books? How come she has time to drink tea with Aunt Xiuxiu?
I didn't see her. Mother must not have seen her just now.
The little girl quickened her pace.
Before she could run more than a few steps, she was scooped up by a pair of large hands. "Why are you running? Is your mother that scary?"
Jiang Miaomiao looked guilty and gave her mother a sweet smile.
Lu Qingyao pinched her daughter's cheek, but her smile was useless.
Why does this child dislike studying so much?
It's somewhat similar to her childhood self; she didn't like studying back then, and she especially disliked practicing calligraphy.
Then his father spoiled him.
As a result, when she later associated with noble ladies in the capital and played drinking games together, she was often ridiculed by them for her crude drinking games.
On the contrary, in the first two years after marrying Jiang Yunze, she followed her husband's lead and often ground ink for him, thus gradually learning some of the skills.
But she could never get her handwriting back.
After thinking about it, she realized it didn't matter. Anyway, she didn't need to take the imperial examinations like men. As long as others could understand her letters home, that was enough.
No one is perfect, so why make things difficult for yourself?
Her handwriting is beyond repair, but her daughter is still young and has the opportunity to learn to write beautifully.
In the end, we still have to push them a bit.
"Jiang Miaomiao, did you skip class again?"
"No, I didn't skip class. It's just that my second brother keeps running to the outhouse, and he gets very irritable, which is bad for his liver. Mother should take him to a doctor for a checkup," Xiao Miaomiao said seriously, tilting her head back.
Lu Qingyao's brows twitched.
If even Yan'er, with her calm and collected nature, can't be taught, then I don't know who can. It seems we can only place our hopes on Qianxue.
Anyway, she can't teach it.
She tried it, and after teaching Miaomiao for less than fifteen minutes, she had the urge to hit the child.
She told herself that Miao Miao no longer had a father, and she had to be a loving mother.
It's best to leave the task of teaching children to someone else.
She couldn't bring herself to do it.
Looking at the girl's expression, Xi'er pursed her lips, lowered her head, and suppressed her laughter.
The young master is so good at talking nonsense with a straight face.
Jiang Miaomiao continued, "Mother, I really know a lot of characters, but I just can't write them."
Lu Qingyao looked at her daughter, wondering why she didn't believe it.
"Miaomiao, you must cherish the days your second brother teaches you. After the New Year, he goes to Jiangzhou, and you won't see him for a year or two. You won't even have the chance to be taught by him."
Jiang Miaomiao: ……
Alright! Her mother knows how to manipulate people.
I knew she couldn't bear to part with her second brother.
Well, I guess I can't escape studying anyway. My mother said I don't have to be as well-versed in military strategy as my eldest brother, nor do I have to finish reading the Four Books and Five Classics like my second brother.
But to learn to read and write, one must also learn the three hundred and one thousand characters. [1]
She has to write her words carefully, so that others don't think she's a pretty but clueless woman.
Jiang Miaomiao compromised.
It's nothing serious, it's just memorizing some classical Chinese text.
But why is Mother here? Has she finished her work?
"Mother, let's play football together?" Jiang Miaomiao took the ball from Xi'er's hand.
At this time, there was also a ball involved, commonly known as Cuju.
It was made by inflating an animal bladder into a ball, wrapping it with animal skin, and sewing it together. It was already very similar to a modern ball.
Don't ask her how she knew.
The curious little girl has already taken it apart and peeled it herself to see what it was like.
Lu Qingyao gave her daughter an apologetic kiss. "Miaomiao, your aunt and I have something to talk about. How about we let Xier play Cuju with you?"
"Then I'm done playing. I'll chat with you guys instead."
Jiang Miaomiao doesn't necessarily have to play football; her mother's conversations are also very interesting, and she can understand them.
Lu Qingyao nodded, let her daughter sit next to her, and stuffed a piece of candied fruit into her mouth.
Listening won't hurt. The best way for children to learn is through constant exposure. Rote memorization is quick to learn but also quick to forget.
Just like Feng'er, she forgets more than she remembers.
Jiang Miaomiao sat obediently, smacking her lips and fidgeting with her little hands, stuffing dried fruit into her mouth one by one.
Xiuxiu handed her elder sister a cup of tea and asked, "Elder sister, since we came to the capital, we've bought a house and acquired land. We've spent a lot of money, especially on storing and donating grain. Now we don't have much savings left. Do you still want to buy more servants?"
Ever since the news of the elder sister's divorce and the establishment of her own household spread, former servants of the Lu family have been coming to the door seeking their old master.
But the house simply couldn't accommodate so many people.
“Buy them. They are all old members of the Lu family, trained by my mother. They are much more useful than those bought casually from outside. However, we are not as well-off as before. If they are willing to stay, we can keep some in the manor and temporarily arrange for the rest to be sent to the estate in the suburbs. They also need manpower there.”
"Let Yan'er pick a few honest and reliable people to keep by her side, so that she can have someone to look after her when she goes to study in Jiangzhou."
Before the Lu family was exiled, Mother dismissed the servants, returned their indentures, and told them to fend for themselves.
Many of them were old servants and servants of the Lu family.
Now that people are willing to come back, she naturally has no reason to send them away.
Xiuxiu reached out for the money, "Sister, buying things is easy, but maintaining servants requires a monthly allowance."
“Of course.” Lu Qingyao said, taking out a stack of silver notes from her bosom.
“I sneaked back to the Lu family last night and dug up a jar of silver, which I then exchanged for banknotes.”
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Note [1] The Three Character Classic, the Hundred Family Surnames, the Thousand Character Classic, and the Standards for Being a Good Student and Child are collectively referred to as the "Three Hundred Thousand Disciples".