The daily life of the science master's book-wearing group

Chapter 270 Loyalty Song Xiaowu

Song Qingyue's birthday was spent in peace.

Father Song Master secretly sent someone to bring a birthday present.

This year's birthday gift is really hard to give, and her current identity is still a little widow whose husband died.It was not appropriate to send clothes, headgear, and jewelry, and it was probably too old to send novelty gadgets, so Mr. Song was anxious about what others needed, and sent what Song Qingyue was most in need of now—money!
A full 15 taels!

Song Qingyue was holding the bank note, she was moved to tears, as expected, only father is good in the world!

A child with a father is like a treasure!

Daddy Saiko!

In mid-July, the sun is scorching hot, summer cicadas are buzzing, and lotus flowers from Beihai cover half of the lake.

The scorching heat in the capital was really unbearable. Song Qingyue found that the Baoen Temple located in the dense forest was extremely cool, and it was simply a summer resort, so she took the children from the Nursing Home in the south of the city to the mountain to escape the heat.

But the free school can't be moved to the mountain, otherwise it will be too far away from the children's home, and the mountain is not safe. The children are at an active age, and if something happens, she will not be able to explain it.We can only allocate a special fund for Mohen to buy some melons and fruits for the children to eat, and also cook mung bean soup every day to relieve the heat.

In recent days, Chengnan, a school that not only does not require Shuxiu, but also provides a free lunch, has become more and more famous. Many people who do not live in Chengnan also send their children to school early in the morning.

Niu Hesheng was already too busy, so Song Qingyue sent someone to Shoushan Academy to ask Fifth Brother if he would like to be a teacher. Although Fifth Brother failed all his careers, he was a scholar after all, and the Song family did not have a white man.

When Song Chenfei heard that his third sister asked him for help, he almost didn't hesitate, and immediately agreed.

After returning home, he told Aunt Qiu that he wanted to be a teacher in the third sister's school.

"The school is in the south of the city?" Aunt Qiu asked.

"Yes." Song Chenfei felt very guilty.

"How did I hear that the school only accepts low-class children? Even little beggars?"

Song Chenfei opened his mouth to explain, but suddenly saw the look of disdain in Aunt Qiu's eyes, and he felt a little tired. Even if he explained, Aunt Qiu would only reprimand him for being worthless and persistently ask him to continue the scientific research.He slightly pursed his lower lip, lowered his eyes, and whispered: "Yes."

"What about the academy?" Aunt Qiu simply couldn't understand what the child was thinking. A while ago, Aunt Qiu wanted to show Song Chenfei a visit, and begged Mr. Song to find him a good Yue family, but he didn't want it!

He failed the ranking in Qiu Wei, and he was in a bad mood. Aunt Qiu still thought it was understandable, but now she is not studying well, and she is actually going to be a teacher for a group of beggar children!
"It doesn't matter if you don't go to the academy, anyway, my brain is... and I can't pass the exam!" Song Chenfei's arrogant attitude was somewhat cowardly.

"Song Chenfei! I think you are going to die!"

Aunt Qiu was anxious and angry when she heard the words, so she picked up the feather duster on the case and slapped Song Chenfei. Song Chenfei seemed to have expected his aunt's behavior, and rushed out the supplies with his head in his arms.

The two mothers chased the other and fled, circling in circles in the yard, chicken feathers flying around the yard, Aunt Qiu couldn't catch up with her son, she put her hips on her hips and panted heavily.

The two were deadlocked across a mahogany round table, neither of them would back down.

Aunt Qiu pointed at Song Chenfei's nose with a chicken feather marble and scolded: "Little bastard, if you have the guts to not take the imperial examination, stop for me!"

Song Chenfei held his head and stubbornly retorted: "If you don't pass the exam, you can't do nothing for the rest of your life, right?"

"Why can't you pass the exam? How old are you and you feel that you won't pass the exam for the rest of your life?"

"I don't even want to take the exam if I pass the exam!"

"You fart! See if I don't beat you to death today, you little bastard!"

Song Chenfei stomped his feet and simply fled to the front yard. Aunt Qiu was so angry that she cried in her yard for half an hour, and finally Liang's sent someone to say a few words to her before she would calm down.

Song Chenfei really didn't want to continue his studies anymore, he couldn't compare to his elder brother and second brother since he was a child.Some articles can be recited by the eldest brother and the second brother after reading them four or five times, but he can't recite them after reading them dozens or hundreds of times. Only he can understand how big the difference is.

So what if he really passed the Jinshi exam at the age of three or forty?

In terms of being an official, he can't be the big brother or the second brother.

Wouldn't Aunt Qiu want to scold him for being worthless?
My aunt will never be satisfied for the rest of her life.

In fact, after Qiu Wei failed the ranking, Song Chenfei was depressed for a while.

He looked down on those dandies in Beijing who were idle all day long, fighting chickens and running dogs, but he didn't have much talent in the imperial examination, so he really didn't know what he could do.

He doesn't have much confidence in doing general affairs. His aunt is not a girl from a merchant family. If she wants money, she has no money and no one.Compared with a few brothers, he felt that he was a worthless waste.

The third sister asked him for help, and he suddenly felt enlightened!

Helping the third sister to do such good deeds, earning fame for the third sister and the Song family, how good is this? !
He seemed to have suddenly found the value of his life!
There was almost no need to think about it, Song Chenfei went to the academy to ask for sick leave silently the next day, and sneaked to the south of the city with his bedclothes in his arms that afternoon.

Of the five yards bought by Song Qingyue, three were opened up as school buildings, and the other two yards, one was inhabited by Mohen, Yuping, Yuxiang, and Feng Jiu, and the other was only Niu Hesheng for the time being. people live.

Niu Hesheng was so excited to see that the son of Song Ge's hometown came to eat and live with him with only Xiao Si in his arms!
He enthusiastically helped Song Chenfei clean the house, boil water and make tea.

"It's definitely not as good as the Song Mansion, but it's not too bad. Last year, the Concubine Shi Zi was repaired. It's much more comfortable than where I lived before." Niu Hesheng said while laying a mat for Song Chenfei.

"I also think it's pretty good here." Song Chenfei laughed, "Actually, the academy building is not as spacious as here."

After the mat was spread out, Song Chenfei's Xiao Si took the gauze tent out of the cage, and Niu Hesheng helped Xiao Si build a bamboo frame. Song Chenfei also wanted to help, but unfortunately he was not very good at doing those things, so he could only stand awkwardly. Watching from the sidelines.

"It's okay, Mr. Song, just sit and drink tea. Ah, by the way, the well is in the yard next door, and the public toilet is at the west end of the alley. A few steps further north, there is a bathhouse. It's the prince. The concubine repaired it. Now the bathhouse is clean and bright, and soap is provided. In summer, three pennies are used for one wash, hot tea is free, and sugar water and mung bean soup are two pennies. For one penny, you can buy a piece of millet crispy rice... "While chattering, Niu Hesheng suddenly stopped, and smiled embarrassedly: "Look at me, Mr. Song, you will definitely not go to that kind of place, but we don't have a place to take a bath for the time being, and it's getting late today. How about asking your little Si to buy a bathtub tomorrow?"

"No need!" Song Chenfei hurriedly said, "I'll go to the bathhouse with you. When I was in the academy, I also went to the academy's bathroom to take a bath. I'm not that delicate, so Mr. Niu doesn't have to treat me preferentially. Why don't we just go to the bathroom tonight? How about going to the bathhouse? It's hot and I'm sweating all over."

"Okay! No problem!" Niu Hesheng was moved by Mr. Song's approachability, and gradually relaxed.

The two went to the newly built bath house together.

Mo Xiang is currently in charge of the bathhouse, water treatment plant and soap factory.

Seeing the fifth son of the Song family coming, she warmly entertained the two of them, and specially told the uncle who was taking a bath to be more careful. The son of Song Ge's hometown has delicate skin and flesh, so he couldn't help rubbing hard.

The bathing uncle patted his chest to ensure that he would do a good job, and gave Song Wuzi a set of Jianglong Eighteen Horses to kill chickens, rubbed Song Chenfei's small body softly, and swayed out of the bathing pool.

Mo Xiang personally brought two cups of chrysanthemum tea for them to drink. Niu Hesheng smiled and said, "Miss Mo Xiang is too partial to one another. Normally, I only drink barley tea and rough tea. When Fifth Young Master Song comes, he will drink chrysanthemum tea."

Mo Xiang snorted: "Then Mr. Niu, why don't you thank the fifth young master? You have won the honor of our fifth young master."

Niu Hesheng immediately bowed to Song Chenfei, and Song Chenfei flicked his mop-like hand limply, all his senses were still immersed in the wonderful feeling of being pinched and rounded by the scrubber.

From now on, it seems that the door to a new world has been opened!
Song Chenfei took a leave of absence from the academy without telling his family, and came to work as a teacher in Song Qingyue's private school for common people.

Song Qingyue didn't expect that this kid would be so loyal, and he would come as soon as he said it.

The condition of the broken place in the south of the city is still quite different from that of the Song Mansion. Song Qingyue felt a little sorry, so when she "coincided" with Mr. Feng Si again, she asked him for a little favor, asking him to get some cheap ice cubes for her little brother use.

"This is the first time the Crown Princess asked me to do something." Feng Jin laughed.

Song Qingyue also laughed, "Why, Mr. Feng is not willing to help with this?"

"I am very happy. The concubine is kind-hearted, and the son of the Song family, Gao Yi, is doing good deeds. There is no reason for Feng to not help. If the concubine needs Feng's help in the future, just tell me."

With his hands behind his back, he looked down at his sweetheart who was close in front of him but far away in the sky.

Song Qingyue raised her head and met his gaze.

She looked at him curiously, wondering what he was thinking.

Could it be that Feng Jin belongs to Li Zhao?No, she obviously felt that Feng Jin and Li Zhao didn't get along well.

Seeing her clear eyes, Feng Jin felt that his breathing was stagnant, and he quickly looked away, his heart was beating non-stop in his chest, and the blood kept rushing to his head.

"Sorry, I still have work to do today, I...don't disturb me." Feng Jin hurriedly got on his horse and left with red ears.

Song Qingyue frowned and looked at this strange man, unable to figure out whether he was an enemy or a friend. This man was clearly here to monitor her, yet he seemed to exude inexplicable kindness all the time.

It's really incomprehensible!
Could it be that she was influenced by her kind deeds?

It seems that something is not quite right...

While thinking about it, Song Qingyue borrowed the small coal stove in Mo Yun's yard and blanched some small miscellaneous fish that she got from the fishmonger with a few copper plates. Now, mixed together, this is making cat food for the cats in the alley.

Zeng Maozhi has become accustomed to this.

The Crown Princess likes cats, and from time to time she cooks for those cats herself.

"Master Zeng, tell me, if Fourth Master Feng is spying on me, then for whom is he spying on me?" Song Qingyue put the porcelain bowl by the wall, and knocked on the side of the bowl with chopsticks a few times. Cats popped out of roofs, holes in walls, and flocked.

"Your Majesty, or the abolished prince?" Zeng Maozhi asked uncertainly.

"Shouldn't the Feng family stare at the Chen family now? Uncle Feng died in the south of the Yangtze River, but no one in the court wanted to touch that hot potato. His Majesty has not said anything about it for a long time. You said that Feng's father and son, Will you still follow His Majesty loyally?"

Song Qingyue squatted on the edge of the wall, stretched out her hand and scratched the top of a gray raccoon cat's head, the little raccoon cat narrowed its eyes, circled around Song Qingyue a few times coquettishly, and kept rubbing its head and body against Song Qingyue's skirt.

Zeng Maozhi went over and waved it away, and said: "Concubine Shizi, these cats may have fleas on them. If you really like it, I will wash it clean before you hug it."

Song Qingyue smiled, shook her head and said, "No, it's not that I like cats so much. I keep them purely for catching mice. I heard that there used to be a place where cats were regarded as an ominous thing, and cats were hunted and killed, causing the city to be flooded with mice. , then guess what happened?"

"Subordinates don't know."

"Two-thirds of the population of that country died, from a plague brought by the rats."

Zeng Maozhi turned pale after hearing this, and Song Qingyue smiled and comforted: "Don't worry. The people in that place are different from us. They shit and pee everywhere and don't take a bath all their lives. We Han people are much cleaner, and we don't hunt and kill cats for no reason. .”

Zeng Maozhi said: "Is the imperial concubine talking about a small country in Nanyang?"

"Small country?" Song Qingyue sneered: "Yes, they are all small countries that are a little bit big, but they can rub us against the ground, but they are not in the south, but in the west... Let's not talk about this, my lord can find time to help me find that one Who does Feng Jin belong to? I want to go to the cave to have a look, but he keeps staring at me, making me afraid to go anywhere."

When Song Qingyue spoke, her thinking was always jumping back and forth, as if she could think about several things at the same time. Zeng Maozhi still couldn't get used to it after being in contact for so long, but he still tried his best to keep up with Shi Zifei's thinking, and said: " Shi Zifei need not worry, this subordinate will arrange for someone to go there to see if there is any problem that needs to be consulted with Shi Zifei."

"Thank you, sorry for the trouble."

Back at the nursing home next door, Mo Xiang showed Song Qingyue the account books of the bathhouse and soap factory.

"Before, because all the little beggars came to our place, no one paid tribute to those beggar leaders, and there were old beggars ganging up to try to steal children!" Mohen said angrily from the side.

Song Qingyue immediately raised her head from the account book, without a smile on her face, and asked a little nervously, "How did you solve it later?"

Mo Hen said: "I happened to meet Mr. Feng Qian, and he and his men beat up the group of old beggars together, but the slaves looked at them as poor people, so they told the group of beggars, who will help clean the public house?" Toilet, I give him twenty copper coins a day."

Song Qingyue's eyes lit up, she nodded and said: "This method is good, is it recorded in the account?"

Mohen nodded, and continued: "But there are also people who steal and cheat, especially the beggar leader, who not only steals and cheats, but also instigates other people to cheat with him. The Tianfu Yamen is closed. Now Aunt Ma and Aunt Yang in the alley go to supervise the work when they have time, and they must be told to work hard!"

Song Qingyue thought for a while and said, "Cleaning the toilet is dirty and tiring. Why don't you pay more, forty cash a day. By the way, ask them if anyone is willing to follow me up the mountain to help with farming? There is a shortage of people on the mountain. "

"Okay, I will definitely ask them next time I see them."

Now those who help Song Qingyue farm in Baoen Temple are the gang of hidden guards.

The original group of little nuns would also come to help, but they were all weak women who couldn't lift their hands or shoulders. What they could do was very limited. Song Qingyue simply asked them to help her take care of her children. Teach them math class or something.

It's a pity that there are not many girls who are interested in mathematics. Even Chang Huiying, who is close to me, is embarrassed when she sees her take out the exercise book. Like a ghost, she ran away as fast as she could, which made Song Qingyue's heart of being a teacher unsatisfied.

At this time, she thought of her dead ghost husband Li Zhaolai again.

He really was the brightest student she ever had, the most comforting to her body.

With Li Zhao's super high IQ, as long as he learns from him for five, six, seven or eight years, he might be able to surpass him.Sometimes the difference in body and brain structure between men and women makes her quite helpless. It is not that she is sexist, but that men seem to be naturally more suitable for science, and their thinking is more rational.

Song Qingyue sat by the window and continued to write science textbooks.

When I am tired of mathematics, I write about chemistry, and when I am tired of chemistry, I write about physics. In fact, sometimes some basic knowledge of geography and biology will appear in her mind from time to time, but they are all fragmented and not systematic. I am not an expert in that area myself. A lot of knowledge is only known, but not why.

There is no way of knowing where that knowledge comes from.

On the slope outside the window, Zeng Maozhi and the group of hidden guards were working on a relatively flat piece of land with their trouser legs rolled up and pointed straw hats on.The land has been plowed before, and now the work is mainly to pick out the manure from the pigsty, cattle pen and hut, mix it with soil, and spread it evenly on the ground.

They were actually some distance away from Song Qingyue's window, but a faint smell of feces would still drift into Song Qingyue's nose from time to time with gusts of hot wind.

Well, there is always a gap between the romance of pastoral songs in legends and reality!
As for Zeng Maozhi and the others, the secret guards were really conscientious in this regard.

Xiong Daneng squatted in the field with his boss, studying agricultural books, he tilted his head, and couldn't figure out why his boss agreed to the ridiculous proposal of Shi Zifei so easily.

The land here does not cost the crown prince's money. The crown prince holds more than 20 taels of silver in her hand. How can she be reluctant to find a few tenant farmers to go up the mountain to plant the land?
He stared suspiciously at his boss's typical dull face of a hidden guard, and said, "Boss, why do you want to be responsive to the imperial concubine?"

One sentence made Zeng Maozhi furious. He instinctively glanced at the window of Shizi Concubine's residence, and scolded in a low voice: "Why do you talk so much nonsense, kid? What do you mean by responding to requests? That is Shizi Concubine, His Royal Highness's heart is sharp, You don't know? Can we not listen to her words? Do you still want to have a future, kid? Don't you want to be the chief soldier of the Navy in the future?"

Xiong Daneng groaned and lowered his head, but he still felt that it was not right for him to be an excellent hidden guard who was selected out of thousands of people, but now he stayed in the field every day picking shit.

Song Qingyue in the room changed a window and sat down, put down the science textbook that was still in the draft stage, and picked up the account book.

In addition to more than a dozen hidden guards, there are more than 20 guards at Qiu Shi's place. They are all muscular young men, and they can eat one by one. Plenty, to ensure that they are full and well-fed, and able to maintain a physical fitness that exceeds that of ordinary people.

In addition to daily meals, there is also a high monthly salary, especially for Zeng Maozhi and the others. Song Qingyue did not expect that the monthly salary of the hidden guards was three times higher than that of ordinary guards like Qiu Shi!

All these expenses were originally borne by Li Zhao, but when he was gone, all of them fell on Song Qingyue's head.

The cost of maintaining such a security team is really high.Song Qingyue calculated the accounts, thinking that when Li Zhao came back, she would definitely reimburse the security expenses with Li Zhao.

Thinking of this, she suddenly had another meal at hand, wondering if she was too calculating?

Is it not good to always settle accounts with your husband?Li Zhaoke had never calculated with her the huge betrothal gift that was incorporated into her dowry back then, and he never took all kinds of gifts on weekdays seriously.

I can only dig and search by myself, thinking about settling accounts with my husband all day long.

tsk...

Song Qingyue propped her chin up and began to review her refined self-interested thoughts that had been carved into her bones.

But the self-criticism was self-criticism, and she felt uncomfortable if she didn't count on Li Zhao.

In terms of the value she provided to Su Wangfu, no amount of money can buy it back!

Unable to figure out why, Song Qingyue shook her head, put the ledger aside, and continued writing her science textbook.

(End of this chapter)