Chapter 25
The last time Qizhang came back, he gave Sheng Jiaojiao a small handful of silver barley seeds, asking Sheng Jiaojiao to save the money for his own use.

But Sheng Jiaojiao didn't plan to go to Jishang's private school anymore. In her previous life, Sheng Jiaojiao studied in the deep palace all her life. If she didn't come across a particularly rare book, she didn't plan to spend too much money on books.

Therefore, that small handful of silver barley seeds, together with the money Sheng Jiaojiao and Qi Rong spent selling vegetables, can already scrape together the money for a course of Qi Ada's treatment.

Even the sword that Qi Rong bought was enough.

Naihe can't get out now.

Sheng Jiaojiao pursed her lips, looked at Qi Rong's anxious little face, and said:
"This way doesn't work, we have to go another way."

After finishing speaking, Sheng Jiaojiao went back to her room, took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote a letter to Tan Ji.

The general content of the letter was to ask Tan Ji to find a way to issue her a pass that was equal in size.

Then he explained a little bit what Qi Rong was going to do in Jishang. Apart from getting medicine for his uncle, Qi Rong also needed to sell some wild vegetables to supplement his family expenses.

After finishing writing the letter, Sheng Jiaojiao took the letter paper and blew on it, then impatiently went to the entrance of the village, waiting for the Dongying patrolling soldiers to pass by the village.

She had already inquired that Zheng Ling would pass by the entrance of the village with soldiers from Dongying at this hour every day.

Because of the limited force, formal soldiers are not allowed to enter the village, and the important task of guarding the village lies with the militia.

The militia team guarding the entrance of Huangtu Village today knew Sheng Jiaojiao. Seeing Sheng Jiaojiao waiting for someone here, they simply asked a few words, and thoughtfully moved Sheng Jiaojiao to sit on a stool.

Seeing that the soldiers on patrol in Dongying hadn't arrived yet, some people said half-truthfully as if joking:

"Jiao Niang, I heard that Qi Silang reads and writes at home every day, so you can teach our kid sometime."

There are few scholars in Zhishou County, not to mention other places, only Huangtu Village.

In the whole village, all the people who could read were at Qi's house.

The enlightenment of Qi Zhang, Qi Rong, and Qi Erlang all came from Sheng Jiaojiao.

Sheng Jiaojiao sat on the small stool dignifiedly, upon hearing this, she turned her head and said with a smile:
"Yes, you can count how many children in our village want to be enlightened, and come to my house to enlighten them."

Earlier, Qi Zhang had told Sheng Jiaojiao that if he became a general in the future, he would open a private school for Sheng Jiaojiao.

At that time, Sheng Jiaojiao felt a little moved. She felt that there was no need to wait for Qi Zhang to become a general. If there were children who wanted to be enlightened, she could do it for the children in the village at home.

Anyway, she couldn't go out of the village, and she didn't plan to leave the village before Yin Ze's family left Zhishou County.

The man from the militia who was talking about this matter just said it casually as a joke, how could he know that Sheng Jiaojiao really agreed.

A few men from the militia guarding the entrance of the village also felt a little moved.

Someone asked hesitantly:
"Jiao Niang, is it expensive to go to your place to get started?"

Not everyone can afford the private school in Jishang. In the minds of people in Zhishou County, they just think that reading is useless. Even if they don’t know a single word, they can still defend their family and country, and go to battle to kill the enemy. .

But if the price is cheap, it’s not bad to open a Mongolian. At least you can know a few words, and you don’t need to ask for help when you write letters from home in the future.

"You don't need money, people in a village don't need to be polite."

Sheng Jiaojiao was very generous in her response, and she would collect the money after she formally opened the private school. Now she was just teaching a few children in the village, and she herself was too embarrassed to collect the money.

Those men from the militia team immediately looked overjoyed, and their attitude towards Sheng Jiaojiao was quite amicable.

Someone with sharp eyes pointed at the Dongying patrol team who came on horseback, and said very attentively:

"Hurry up, Jiao Niang, the people from Dongying are here."

Sheng Jiaojiao got up immediately, and ran to the dirt road with her skirt in hand.

The leader of the patrol is Zheng Ling.

Tan Ji's lieutenant in his previous life.

"Huh, Jiao Niang?"

Zheng Ling's age was about the same as Tan Xiaojian's, and he could be regarded as the son of Tan Xiaojian's group who grew up. This time, taking advantage of the conscription, Tan Xiaojian, Zheng Ling and others all joined the army.

It's just that Tan Xiaojian was not assigned to Tan Ji's barracks, but Zheng Ling was assigned to it.

When he saw Sheng Jiaojiao ran onto the dirt road, he reined in his horse anxiously and asked:

"What happened?"

Sheng Jiaojiao took out the letter to Tan Ji and asked Zheng Ling to bring it to Tan Ji.

There was a low booing sound from the patrolling soldiers.

As if fearing that the world would not be chaotic.

Zheng Ling turned around, glanced at the team behind him as if warning, got off his horse, glanced at the folded letter in his hand, then looked at Sheng Jiaojiao, and joked with a smile:

"Jiao Niang, what do you have to say that can't be delivered by word of mouth? Do you want to write a formal letter like this?"

With such a regulation, don't blame the soldiers in the patrol team for making noises. The people in Zhishou County are tough, and girls courting Erlang happen frequently.

If the girl is courting, she will ask someone to send a token to her lover, and if the lover is willing, she will ask someone to return the token to the girl.

Although what Sheng Jiaojiao entrusted to Zheng Ling was not a token, but a letter, it fit Sheng Jiaojiao's temperament.

Coupled with Tan Ji's attitude towards Sheng Jiaojiao, it has always been intriguing.

He didn't like to talk about Sheng Jiaojiao, and even when he heard other people start talking about how delicate Sheng Jiaojiao was, Tan Ji would just walk away.

After a long time, people who knew Tan Ji guessed that he probably didn't like to hear others criticize Sheng Jiaojiao.

And Zheng Ling knew that last time Sheng Jiaojiao sent books to Tan Ji through his elder brother Qi Zhang.

But that time Tan Ji did not return the token to Sheng Jiaojiao.

So Sheng Jiaojiao started writing letters this time?
Looking at Zheng Ling's unusually bright smile, Sheng Jiaojiao stared, sensing the ambiguity in the atmosphere.

She hastily stretched out her hand to take the letter back,
"It's fine if you don't help pass the message."

Zheng Ling stepped back swiftly, begging for mercy:

"Don't worry, Jiao Niang, why don't I help? I will definitely deliver the letter."

After speaking, he jumped on the horse and ran away quickly.

A group of patrolling soldiers ran past Sheng Jiaojiao with a smile, leaving Sheng Jiaojiao with a slightly annoyed expression behind. She stood there for a while, and then slowly turned back.

She felt that she had done nothing wrong, and Sheng Jiaojiao had no other choice but to ask Tan Ji to issue a pass for Qi Rong.

Of course, Qi Zhang also has this authority, and can issue a pass to Qi Rong, but the Qi family is not willing to go out and run around.

If Qi Zhang knew that Qi Rong was still running to Jishang, he might sue Mrs. Qi again.

The iron sand palm of Mrs. Qi San will definitely greet Qi Rong again.

So the only person who will give Qi Rong a pass is Tan Ji.

It's just like this, it can't help but lead people to guess what the relationship between her and Tan Ji has developed.

(End of this chapter)

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