Chapter 713 Sikongjian Gives Gifts

Qin Yao took out the ointment she had just taken back from the room.

Looking at the two red, swollen and purple little hands that Sanlang handed over, Qin Yao finally understood how strict Master Fan was in the children's mouths.

In her opinion, this was simply malicious corporal punishment of students.

But when Liu Ji was asked, he said that the teachers in Kaiyang County in the past were even more cruel than this, and the ruler and the thorn were directly hit on the body. Sanlang's hitting on the palm was a sign of the master's love.

But when he thought of Master Fan's preaching to him, Liu Ji still said from the bottom of his heart: "Old thing, you really think you are a vegetable. Whose fault is it that the students can't learn? How can it be the parents' fault? It's obviously that he, the master, can't teach!"

Erlang deeply agreed with this point, and nodded heavily while eating.

"Why? You think so too?" Liu Ji asked in surprise.

Qin Yao treated Sanlang's little hand and asked him if he could still eat by himself.

Sanlang sobbed and shook his head, his hand hurt so much that he couldn't pick up the chopsticks.

Qin Yao looked at the child's pitiful hands with sympathy, and carried him to Liu Ji's side, letting his father feed him.

The warm candlelight and the fragrant food greatly comforted Sanlang's injured little heart, and he gradually came out of his bad mood.

Dalang sighed: "Master Fan is a little too strict. He can't answer when students ask questions, and he has to ask students to find the answers in the book by themselves. It's very torturous."

Erlang is a student who studies so hard. He is deeply loved by the masters in Ding's school, and the masters are also happy to answer his questions.

But it was not the case when he arrived at Fan's private school. The master was old-fashioned and strict, and followed the principle of self-study.

If you can't learn by yourself, you are not a good tree. Words such as waste, dull, and stupid are his mantras, and I don't know how many times a day he will repeat them.

Sanlang said seriously: "I counted, Master Fan called you an idiot sixty-seven times today!"

Liu Ji raised his eyebrows and said with some pride: "If Master Fan can run a private school, I don't think I can do it either."

Erlang: "But Master Fan is a Jinshi."

And his father is just a Juren, and he got in by luck. He is not good enough to be in Kyoto.

Qin Yao thought much more simply and crudely. Seeing that the three boys had complaints about Master Fan, he suggested: "Since it's not good, let's change to another private school."

The three brothers immediately shook their heads and refused.

Sanlang's cheeks were bulging, and he said: "Master Fan's painting is very good, and the picture of chickens pecking rice is lifelike."

He glanced at Liu Ji with his big eyes, and he didn't know how many times better it was than his father's picture of chickens pecking rice.

Dalang and Erlang also said that Master Fan was a little fierce and didn't like to answer students' questions, but his painting, calligraphy and knowledge still made them admire him.

Qin Yao shook his head helplessly, a group of masochists.

"Since you don't want to, forget it." Qin Yao looked at Sanlang with swollen hands, "But you can't recite the book, and the teacher continues to punish you, what will you do?"

Sanlang stopped chewing the food, his big eyes rolled around, and finally fell on Si Niang, and asked in surprise: "Mother, can I go to the women's garden with my sister?"

Just now he heard Si Niang tell her about her and Xu Jiajia in the women's garden. Both of them made such a big mistake, but the dean didn't punish them, but only punished them to sweep horse manure.

He is willing to sweep horse manure!

Qin Yao felt the expectation in the child's eyes, and felt embarrassed.

Liu Ji knocked on the table and looked at Sanlang unhappily, "That's a female garden. Do you know what a female garden is? Why are you, a boy, joining in the fun! Open your mouth and eat!"

"Eat more, eat more, and replenish your brain. Tonight, your father will personally accompany you to recite."

Liu Ji stuffed a big mouthful of food into Sanlang's open mouth and said angrily: "I still don't believe it. Can my son be stupid?"

Old man Fan said that he couldn't teach his son well, so he would teach this old man! Scare him to death!

Qin Yao: Well, it's hard to judge.

After dinner, Liu Ji really rolled up his sleeves and led the children to his study, and Si Niang also came with him.

Four brothers and sisters, neat and tidy, not one was left behind.

Since Mr. Fan's strictness caused great psychological trauma to the children, Sanlang lost his composure when he saw his father's face change.

Liu Ji changed his previous temper when tutoring, deliberately restrained himself, and taught in a good voice, which really made him achieve some results.

The next morning, although he had only slept for less than two hours, Sanlang was able to memorize the book that he could not memorize yesterday.

After breakfast, the four brothers and sisters went to school with the children from the neighborhood with full confidence.

Liu Ji yawned continuously.

The coachman from the Imperial Master's Mansion came to pick him up. He watched the coachman take a bunch of gifts from the car and walk straight into his own door. He rubbed his eyes and thought he was dazzled.

"What are you doing?" Liu Ji, who reacted, hurriedly followed him and asked unhappily: "Why are you bringing these things into my house?"

The coachman kept walking and said: "Mr. Liu, these are the gifts that our master wants to give to his wife. I wonder where his wife is now? I have to deliver the gifts to his wife in person."

Liu Ji narrowed his eyes suspiciously. The Imperial Master gave gifts to his wife?

"Why?" Liu Ji subconsciously thought, maybe he wanted to ask his wife to do something dangerous for him?

The coachman shook his head. He just delivered them and said nothing about the master.

That's even more strange. What's the point of giving gifts without a reason?

Liu Ji glanced at the gifts in the coachman's hands. The gifts were piled high, almost covering the coachman's head. And it was obvious that they were very heavy.

The dignified National Master's Office should not be too embarrassed to take action.

Since it's a gift without reason, don't give it for free. It doesn't matter what kind of medicine he sells in the gourd, just accept it first.

Liu Ji thought, "Come on, come on, let me help you move. My wife is not up yet, so you can give me the gift. I will tell her later, thank you for your kindness."

As he spoke, his hands had already reached out to the gifts, hugging them one by one. Before the coachman could react, the things were snatched away by him.

"Ms. Liu, I have been told to see my wife accept the gift in person. Isn't that not good for you?" The coachman frowned and hesitated.

"Hi!" Liu Jibai glanced at him, "You don't need to stick to these details. My wife and I are one, and what you give to me is what you give to her. The same thing is true. If you don't tell me and I don't tell, how will you know whether you gave it to me or not?" My wife."

When the coachman thought about it, it seemed to make sense.

Liu Ji placed the gift "bang" on the Eight Immortals table in the hall, made a shushing gesture to the coachman mysteriously, and pointed to the backyard, "My wife has a bad temper. If she is disturbed in her dreams at this time, you It’s dead.”

When the coachman heard this, he suddenly remembered the rumors in the palace today about the two stone lions at the door. He was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. He quickly shut up and bowed to Liu Ji, thanking him for reminding him.

Liu Jiwen smiled and called Awang softly to carry the gifts away. He put his arm around the coachman's shoulders, and the two brothers went out together.