It's not that Zhao Cheng treats him badly. On the contrary, when Zhao Cheng has some free time recently, he often takes her out for a walk, walking along the Qingshui River, pointing to the boats on the river and telling her stories.
What is transportation capacity and distance, what is hub intermodal transportation and cold chain, anyway, these are all words that a little girl cannot understand.
Although Zhou Rushuang didn't understand, it didn't stop her from admiring her husband. She felt that Zhao Cheng was the most talented person no matter where he was.
And now that this most talented person has begun to study hard, will he still be far away from being named on the gold list?
When Zhou Rushuang was alone at home, he would often sit there in a daze, his mind full of random thoughts, and he would giggle when he thought of happy things, which made Mr. Dong sigh repeatedly.
The only thing that made Zhou Rushuang unhappy was that Zhao Cheng didn't seem to treat her as his wife, but as a daughter. Although he would hold hands and occasionally pick her up, he never consummated the marriage.
Zhou Rushuang's appearance is no longer the unkempt little beggar she used to be. She is now wearing a tailored dress, with her long hair pulled up and pinned with a green jade hairpin.
Although she is simple and unadorned, her figure is graceful, her skin is like snow, her eyes are like autumn water, and her lips are like cherries. A gentle smile is like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, making people feel warm and sweet.
Sometimes Zhou Rushuang would feel sorry for herself, wondering if Zhao Cheng had some hidden illness that prevented him from... or was it because his appearance was not good enough to please Lang Jun?
Every day Zhou Rushuang would doubt herself for a while, then empty her mind for a moment, and then play the flute.
Zhao Cheng taught her the song "Returning to the Dreaming of the Immortal" and she is now very proficient in playing it. The sound of the flute often makes passers-by outside the courtyard stop and cheer.
It's a pity that Zhao Cheng was busy with various affairs and didn't have time to listen to Zhou Rushuang play a piece of music.
After returning home from Dashunzhai, Zhao Chengshun handed the pastries and candy bars he bought to Zhou Rushuang: "Eat quickly, your favorite donkey rolling and maltose."
Zhou Rushuang smiled happily, waved the flute in his hand and said, "Mr. Lang, I will play the flute for you."
"Okay, it seems that Rushuang's skill has improved again! Congratulations! But before playing the flute, have you finished all your homework today? I have to check first."
Since the MSG matter has come to an end, Zhao Cheng has plenty of time. He strongly agrees with Mr. Dong's idea of letting Zhou Rushuang study, and he personally checks Zhou Rushuang's learning progress every day. Once the inspection finds that she is unqualified, she will be asked to copy As a punishment.
Zhou Rushuang was most afraid of checking her homework. When she heard that Zhao Cheng was going to check her homework again, her face immediately fell.
"Lang Jun, Rushuang wants to take a rest today!"
Zhao Cheng picked up a small piece of donkey roll from the snack bag and threw it into his mouth. He said vaguely: "These homework are not much... we can play after finishing them."
He still treats Zhou Rushuang as a child. He is fourteen or fifteen years old, just in the middle and high school stage. If he learns more at this time, he can remember more.
When I want to learn it again in the future, I either can’t remember it or I don’t have the time and energy to learn it.
Mr. Dong walked out of the west wing: "What are you eating? Why didn't you call me?" He strode to Zhao Cheng, reached for a piece of donkey roll and threw it into his mouth.
"Well, this stuff smells pretty good."
Zhou Rushuang shouted quickly: "Save a few pieces for me! Leave a few pieces for me!" He ignored playing the flute and hurried over to eat snacks.
Mr. Dong's impression of Zhao Cheng has also changed a lot during this time. It seems that he is not as unmotivated as the rumors say, and this guy has a lot of tricks. Mr. Dong heard that Li Fu has been imprisoned, and he will not die this time. To peel off the skin.
Moreover, according to Mr. Dong's observation, Zhao Cheng and Zhou Rushuang seem to have not yet practiced the courtly etiquette between husband and wife. They can still control themselves when facing such a passionate little girl every day. This makes Mr. Dong quite surprised. He couldn't help but look at Zhao Cheng in a different light.
Because of the government's order to urge marriage, there are so many women getting married at the age of fourteen that no one takes it seriously. Mr. Dong never thought that Zhao Cheng didn't touch Zhou Rushuang because he thought the other person was too young.
"Mr. Dong, do you recognize Zheng Yucheng?"
Zhao Cheng thought that Mr. Dong also had a weird temper, and was called "Mr." by the villagers. He was also quite familiar with the imperial court's strategy for recruiting scholars. He usually spoke fluently about scriptures. He should know Zheng Yucheng, at least. Should have heard the name.
Because he wanted to worship Zheng Yucheng as his teacher and find a protector for himself to avoid Hong Yuankui's revenge, he wanted to understand this former Yanzhou Confucian scholar from more angles.
Mr. Dong was stunned for a moment: "Why do you ask this?" Then he immediately realized that Zhao Cheng's purpose was to become Zheng Yucheng's disciple.
"What? Do you think I can't teach well and am not qualified to be your teacher?" Mr. Dong's face was stern. No one would be happy when encountering such a thing. The admiration I had for Zhao Cheng suddenly disappeared.
Zhao Cheng was a little confused. Although Mr. Dong was also a gentleman, it would be great if he was just a student who failed to pass the imperial examination. If he had really passed the imperial examination and had the qualifications to be an official, how could he be trapped in Zhoujia Village?
In comparison, Zheng Yucheng was a genuine Yanzhou Confucian scholar, equivalent to today's director of the education bureau of a prefecture-level city. He was also a serious official from the eighth grade. Compared with Mr. Dong, there was definitely a gap.
This is like a rural doctor who is unhappy when he hears that a patient has to go to a second-grade hospital to see the director. It makes Zhao Cheng quite puzzled.
But speaking out directly would not give Mr. Dong face, so Zhao Cheng could only say tactfully: "There are other reasons for this, and some things require the help of Mr. Zheng's past identity."
When these words reached Mr. Dong’s ears, they took on another meaning.
Of course he knew that Zheng Yucheng was a scholar of Yanzhou Confucianism and became an official. He must have presided over the county examination. This was his former identity.
And when Zhao Cheng said that he wanted to use his original identity, he was probably thinking of cheating, either by getting questions from Zheng Yucheng, or by asking colleagues who were still in office to take care of him.
"Hmph! Crooked ways!" Mr. Dong walked away with an angry look on his face.
Before entering the west wing, he cursed: "The wall of dung is not a good thing!" Then the door was closed heavily.
Zhao Cheng looked at Zhou Rushuang in astonishment: "What's wrong with me? I'm doing something wrong?"
Zhou Rushuang begged softly: "Sir, you have a bad temper. Sir, please don't be angry..."
"Mr. Lang, let me play the flute for you..."
"I do not want to hear!"
"Then I'll make soup cakes for you to eat."
Zhao Cheng sighed: "For the sake of Xiao Rushuang making soup cakes, I forgive him."
