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

Chapter 4 Another Missing Affair
In the small courtyard of the governor's yamen, Song Qingyue was squatting bored by the side of the flower pot and playing with caterpillars with a newly acquired glass magnifying glass.

It is said that the Japanese translator in the yamen suddenly fell ill and could not come to the yamen to help interrogate the captured prisoners, so Song Qingyue, who knew a little Japanese, was brought to the yamen by her father to help.

When they arrived at the yamen, they found that they had two other translators, so there was no room for Song Qingyue, so Master Song let her play in the yard by herself.

As for the glass magnifying glass, it was her sixth birthday present.

Hey, I'm almost thirty in my heart, why do I still think it's fun to burn bugs with a magnifying glass?

Song Qingyue thought silently.

A man is a boy until he dies, a woman is a girl until she dies, okay?

The young man sitting on the tree reading a book was attracted by Song Qingyue's new way of playing, and stared at her intently.

He probably doesn't remember what he did three years ago, he just thinks that the little glutinous rice dumpling under the tree looks so beautiful, so cute, pink and tender, soft, easy to knead and pinch look.

Itchy hands, want to pinch her face, what should I do?
"Hey, hey!"

He shouted.

Song Qingyue raised her head and met the young man's beautiful eyes. In an instant, her round face wrinkled like a bun.

what!She recognized him, he was the little kid who threw himself off the tree!

"Why?" she asked warily.

The handsome young man jumped down from the tree, and said with a smile, "Which family are you from?"

"Which family do you care about me?"

"Hey! Do you know who I am? How dare you talk to me like that!"

Song Qingyue rolled her eyes: "I don't care who you are."

"Tsk! You look so soft, but you speak with prickles?" Li Zhao was dissatisfied, and stepped forward, put his hands under her armpits, and lifted her up.

Song Qingyue screamed, her short legs fluttered, and she shouted, "What are you doing! Let me down!"

"Call me brother!"

"Little brother!"

"Hey! You little girl! Call me brother!"

"Your uncle!"

The little prince was amused all of a sudden, and burst out laughing, his smile was as bright as a peach, it was really pretty, but his heart was too dark, Song Qingyue snorted, and reached out to pat the little prince on the head.

"Hey, put sister down!"

Li Zhao, the youngest son of King Su's family, was stunned by her strange behavior, and after putting her down, he stared at her with wide eyes.

"Call brother!"

Song Qingyue ignored him, turned around and left.

"What can you do if you shout, please shout quickly!" Li Zhao followed suit, "Hey, which one do you belong to? I see you very pleasing to the eye, brother will take you to play on the boat? Go to see the sea, go fishing !going or not?……"

Li Zhao chattered a lot, but Song Qingyue only replied coldly: "You are so annoying!"

"I'm annoying? Let me tell you, I'm the son of King Su! Don't be ignorant!"

Prince Su's son.

Ok.

How does it feel a little familiar?

Suddenly, Song Qingyue's hair stood on end, she remembered!
Li Zhao, the eldest son of His Royal Highness King Su, the villain boss who insisted on fighting the hero and heroine until the last few chapters of this novel!

She was on guard, took two steps back, and said, "Stop! You are not allowed to get closer! Stay away from me!"

The more she said that, the more this brat wanted to get closer to her.

What's wrong?

"Wait! Don't come here! Stay away, I'll call you brother!"

Li Zhao thought for a while, took two steps back, then laughed, and said, "It's alright, call me brother!"

"……elder brother."

Song Qingyue spit out two words quickly, and ran into the yamen as fast as she could.

Help, she is going to find her father!

In the gloomy dungeon of the governor's yamen, the adults are listening to the interrogation of a Japanese pirate prisoner.

Several adults and His Royal Highness King Su were sitting in this bloody smelling place drinking tea leisurely.

The Japanese from next door yelled something in the language of birds.

Song Qingyue was brought to the gate of the dungeon by a yamen official. He told her to wait here, and he went in and called Master Song to come out.

However, Song Qingyue's curiosity was offended, and she walked in without authorization. The guards in the yamen recognized her and ignored her, so Song Qingyue just wandered around the dungeon.

This place really has the feeling of visiting a haunted house in a previous life.

Before crossing, she was also called Song Qingyue, and the Song family she was born in was a famous family in the south of the Yangtze River.Her great-great-grandfather followed her grandpa to organize the Restoration Conference in Japan. Her great-grandfather was one of the compilers of Chinese textbooks during the Republic of China and was proficient in seven languages ​​including Greek. Her grandfather was a well-known oil painter who had studied in the former Soviet Union. Dad is a professor of physics at a certain National Defense University, my mother is a mathematics lecturer at the same school, my uncle is a scholar in the humanities and has written many popular science works on history, my aunt and uncle are also university lecturers, and the family is a top student.

Compared with her glorious ancestors, she herself is very useless. After failing the college entrance examination, she went to a good university abroad. Fortunately, her brain is still good enough. a Ph.D.The students around her chose to enter some kind of national laboratory, and went to a top university to do research and development papers as a professor. She was the only one who had no interest in academics, and under the arrangement of her parents, she joined a large chemical company as a social animal for four years.

She was bright, but too lazy and unmotivated.

Not to mention how she leisurely wanders the dungeon.

The captured Japanese had been beaten until he couldn't bear the punishment, and finally confessed where his accomplice was hiding.

The translator chatted with the Japanese man and asked for a map. The Japanese pointed to Zhangjia Village, Yuping Town, Hekou County. Then he returned to Governor Shen, and clasped his fists to report: "My lord, the Japanese said that the villagers in Zhangjia Village are the ones responsible for helping them sell their stolen goods, and they also provide food and supplies!"

Governor Shen was so angry that his gray beard almost turned up, and he said angrily: "It's unreasonable! Helping a foreign race to kill one's own people is simply inferior to pigs and dogs, beasts!"

Through careful planning and the cooperation of the naval garrison led by His Royal Highness King Su, the operation to wipe out Zhangjiacun was extremely smooth, and following the clues obtained from Zhangjiacun, they successively eliminated several other places where Japanese pirates hid and sold stolen goods. Dens and Japanese pirate settlements, for a while, the Japanese pirates along the coast of Guangdong stopped for a long time.

Mr. Shen is a good boss, and Fourth Master Song is very kind. He never ate alone when he was making money. He talked to him when he was running a chicken farm and chili sauce factory. He even asked Mrs. Shen if she would like to join Mr. Shen is very satisfied with Song Si, and he also has the heart to praise Song Si.

The Shen family is a prominent family in Lingnan, and his old man is a native of Lingnan. He is the largest in Guangdong, where the emperor is far away. Someone, Song Si is a good candidate.

So every time he asked the emperor for credit, Mr. Shen never forgot to mention Song Si.

Therefore, Song Silang received the emperor's comment that "in the future, Qing will become the humerus of the country", and he was so happy that he held the memorial and bowed to the north immediately, and he didn't fall asleep for several nights.

In the twelfth lunar month of the 14th year of Jingning, the servants of the Song Mansion packed up their things messily and busily, and packed up dozens of cars. It seemed that after their master returned to Beijing to report on his duties this time, he would never come back again.

Song Qingyue lowered her head in her room, writing and drawing on white paper, and saw on the paper: lime cement, rubber, coal mine, Pu'er tea, oolong tea, cotton, steam engine, gas lamp, newspaper, pencil, pen, Cane Sugar…

She looked down at the many eye-catching entries she wrote on the paper, and finally circled the four words rubber, lime cement, sugar cane, and newspaper, and marked the simplified characters and pinyin on the side of the newspaper. words.

Then, she glanced at the words on the paper, sighed heavily, crossed out all of them, and threw the paper into the charcoal basin to burn.

(End of this chapter)