"Yes, Brother Wen, let's go with you. After class, let's talk to the master, and then go to the county yamen to report the case together?"

"No matter what, we can't make people think that this really happened to our academy?"

"Yes, we can't think that the people in our academy are easy to bully."

Everyone said everything, and they all encouraged Wen Han to report to the official.

Humph! Report to the official?

Wen Han snorted coldly in his heart. These people just wanted to upload his embarrassing stories from the town to the county. None of them were kind, so why did they talk about the sake of the academy or his sake?

Bullshit!

Wen Han scolded all these people several times in his heart, but he still looked grateful on his face and pointed to the gate of the academy, "Thank you for your concern. Let's go in first, don't let the Master wait for a long time."

"Brother Wen, we are really kind."

"I know everyone's kindness, I appreciate it. Thank you. I'll listen to the Master. After reporting to the official, the government vows to investigate. In this way, everyone will know that something happened at the entrance of our academy, which is not good for our academy."

"I personally suffer a small loss, which is nothing. If the reputation of the academy is damaged, that is a big deal. At this point, we cannot only consider our own."

"But that girl and the one who robbed Brother Wen's silver and injured Brother Wen, wouldn't that be fine?"

Those people still didn't give up and continued to persuade them.

At this time, Master Ling came out of the school, "You all go back to read books. Wen Han, come with me."

Wen Han bowed, "Yes, Master." He bowed to those people again, and retreated, "Everyone, I'll go find Master first, thank you!"

In the study, Master Ling stood in front of the bookshelf with his hands on his back.

Wen Han was upset in his heart, stood behind Master Ling, lowered his head and whispered: "Teacher, I'm sorry! Ah Han made your face lose. I really don't know what happened. That girl really has nothing to do with me?"

"If Ahan is so shameless, he wouldn't have chosen to be at the entrance of the academy. Master, you should believe that Ahan is not as stupid as he is."

If you think about it carefully, it is not difficult to see that it is just a farce.

Master Ling sighed, turned around and looked at the proud disciple in front of him, and stepped forward to pat his shoulder, "Ahan, you are right! You don't need to think about this matter, so you know that someone did it on purpose. Have you ever thought about why people are targeting you?"

"Take silver, beat people, and slander you at the gate of the academy. These things are enough to show that you have offended people. Think about it carefully, who have you offended?"

"Teacher."

"I'm full of injuries, so I'll use this to wipe it." Master Ling really loves Wen Han. This is the most talented student he has ever taught.

The Wen family specialized in talented people, and Wen Chongzheng used to be the same. However, he only studied in academy for one year. I heard that he was too weak and could only recuperate at home.

At one point, Master Ling felt that he had lost a good seedling.

Wen Han pressed the small porcelain bottle and instantly gave it to his eyes, "Thank you, Master."

"Go down, let's rest in the room today."

"No! The Master lets the students go back to their room to change their clothes, and the students will go back to school immediately."

"Well, go." Seeing that he was studious, Master Ling felt a little satisfied with him.

Outside the town.

In a shabby house, a young woman returned to her room to take off her clothes. She was a petite young man.

He put a half-old set of clothes on his body and stuffed the set of women's clothing into the closet. He threw the purse in his hand up, caught it, shook it a few times, and said with a smile: "That young man is indeed a good person, this business is too cost-effective."

Gaoshan Village.

When the carriage was parked at the gate of the Wen family, the old lady Wen in the yard ran out and watched Song Nuan and his wife come back, "A Zheng, Nuannuan, why did you come back so early today?"

Song Nuan jumped out of the carriage.

"The restaurant is on track. Aqiao knows that our house is building a house, so we don't have to go there if there is no urgent matter."

Behind him, Wen Chongzheng was carrying a food box in one hand and a cloth bag in the other, and the groom moved the soybeans on it down.

"Chef Song, should these soybeans be moved back to the house?"

"Well, A Zheng, please bring the uncle in."

"good!"

Song Nuan intimately held Old Lady Wen and the two went in together.

"Sister."

In the yard, Song Ling and Song Jiabao were also sitting in front of the dustpan, and they also helped to select soybeans. Song Nuan walked over quickly and hugged them.

"Oh, my good brother and good sister. You guys came out to work for the eldest sister today. It's so great, you guys are so great!"

She let go of them a little, pouted and kissed them in the face.

"Come on! Let my elder sister enjoy a sweetheart."

Song Ling giggled.

Song Jiabao is a boy. When someone kissed him, his face turned into a monkey's butt. However, the smile in his eyes was strong.

"Sister, I'm a man."

"What's wrong with a man? You're a man, that's my brother." Seeing that he was dissatisfied, Song Nuan wanted to make trouble for him, and pressed him down and approached, "I'll love you, why? No! I can't? No, I'll love you again."

“Ahhhh…”

Song Jiabao laughed and screamed.

Song Ling smiled even happier.

Under the eaves and in the yard, Wen Chongzheng and Old Lady Wen both looked at the quarrels with smiles, laughing to the crowd of three siblings.

Is there any more beautiful days than laughter?

In the afternoon, Song Nuan and Wen Chongzheng went to Aima Mountain and went home to pick soybeans to the Zhang family. Today, Song Nuan was about to try to make some bean curd and Qian Zhang.

Making bean curd takes time and more skill.

Song Nuan was not sure of it.

"Nannuan, I'll do it." Wen Chongzheng went over to push the mill, "You go and sit with your uncle and chat. He has a little coughing at night recently and his appetite is not very good. Show him what's going on?"

When Wang, who was helping to put soybeans, he immediately agreed.

"Yes, yes! The old man has a bad appetite these days, and he can always hear him coughing at night. Xiao Song, go and have a look."

Song Nuan nodded, looked at Wang, and asked, "Aunt, do you really believe in my fur medical skills? I may be even more barefoot than Zhu Dafu."

"Go and go! What are you saying, girl? Who else in our family doesn't believe you? The old man listens to you, haven't you noticed?"

Wang glanced at Mr. Zhang, lowered his voice and said, "Fortunately, Ah Zheng married quickly, otherwise he would have to arrange you in my house."

After saying that, she covered her mouth and smiled.

On the side, Wen Chongzheng also smiled, "Huh... Aunt, you scared me. Fortunately, I'm quick to take action."

Wang looked at him, "You kid are so good at getting cheap. Xiao Song is like this, let alone our Gaoshan Village, even Dashan Town and Hengcheng Qin County, there is no longer a second one."

"Aunt, you're wrong."

"Wrong?"

"Well, it's wrong!" Wen Chongzheng looked at Song Nuan, "I think there is no other one in the world. In my heart, she is the best."

Upon hearing this, Song Nuan instantly blushed, turned around and ran away!

In front of others, he was shameless and wanted it even.

Very embarrassed!

Mrs. Wang lowered her head and smiled secretly.

Wen Chongzheng said lightly like a ok person: "Auntie, I'll make you laugh. Nuannuan is like this every time she is shy."

When Song Nuan heard this, she staggered and almost fell down.

Go! Young man, where is your integrity?

Listening to Wang's laughter, she walked faster and faster.

"Uncle."

"Oh, A Zheng's wife." The old man was closing his eyes to rest. When he heard her voice, he immediately opened his eyes, "Sit down! Are you tired? Have a cup of tea."

The old man sat upright and brought a pot to pour her a cup of tea.

Song Nuan nodded and sat down.

"Uncle, aunt said you have a bad appetite these days? You still have some coughs at night?"

"Yes." The old man nodded, "It's true these days. However, it's normal for people to get old and have some minor problems."

"Let me take my uncle's pulse and listen to the sarcophagus?"

"Oh?" The old man quickly sat upright again and stretched out his hand, "Come on! I heard from that boy Azheng that you have learned some medical skills from the town doctor. Come on, try it."

Song Nuan turned her head and looked at Wen Chongzheng who was grinding soybeans.

He really helped her find a reason for everything.
To be continued...