Daily Life of Jiang Liuniang

Chapter 72: Guozijian Teaching Director

Chapter 72 Guozijian Dean of Education

“Grandma-ma, want-brother-brother.”

The little granddaughter looked at herself pitifully with tears in her eyes. Madam Wang felt that her heart was about to melt, “Okay, okay, grandma thinks a way, don’t cry, don’t cry.”

The old woman walked in quickly and whispered, “Zhixi is back.”

When the aunt Kong learned that her younger brother had arrested the Jiang family, she took the initiative to invite Ying to go home to inquire about the situation. Zhixi was the eldest maid beside her, so she was back to deliver the letter. Jiang Liu looked up at the door curtain, and soon saw Zhixi, who looked like a water spirit, come quickly and salute his grandmother.

“When Master Kong heard about it, he was so angry that he lay down on the kang and couldn’t get up. The eldest lady stayed to wait and let the servants come back to answer. The eldest lady said please rest assured, she will definitely find a way.”

Uh…

Jiang Liu understood what auntie was doing when she went back: she hid! It seems that she still resents the fact that her grandmother punished her to copy books behind closed doors because of stealing cattle.

Sick of gas? Mrs. Wang snorted coldly, if she said that the ghostly old thing was laughing, she would still believe it!

Seeing his mother’s sullen face and not saying a word, although his uncle Wang Fangyu was extremely dissatisfied with his wife’s actions, he could only protect him at this time. Discordantly arguing with the people on the street or even fighting! Kong Neng’s duty is to act according to the rules. This matter will eventually wait for Master Yu’s decision, and it is useless to find the Kong family now. Yaner, Liuer, you should take This is a precept, if you have it, you can change it and if you don’t, you will be encouraged.”

“Yes.” Jiang Muyan stood up and responded.

The uncle is the director of the Imperial College. In general, he is the dean of the Imperial College. It seems that thousands of years have passed, but there is one thing that remains unchanged – the style of the dean!

After muttering in his heart, Jiang Liu raised his head and asked very studiously, “Da-uncle, Kong-uncle-uncle-photo-what-what-zhang-do-thing?”

Hearing his niece speak word by word, Uncle Wang felt as uncomfortable as a stone was blocked in his heart, and couldn’t help but reprimanded, “You are a little girl, you don’t need to know the rules of the court.”

“Oh.” No matter what chapter, it shouldn’t be the only one who was caught arguing. Kong Neng was clearly targeting the Jiang family.

Mrs. Wang was afraid that her little granddaughter would cry, so she took her hand and coaxed, “Is Liu’er hungry? What do you want to eat?”

Jiang Liu shook his head, “Liu’er is not hungry.”

Jiang Muyan got up and said, “Grandma, uncle, father is still waiting for us to answer in the mansion, we should go back.”

Mrs. Wang saw that the eldest son was silent, so she had to let the two children bring some delicious food and send them out of the house.

Knowing that coming to the Wang family would be the result, Nanny Zhao comforted the two girls on the carriage, “The girls have done their best, let’s go home, and the maids will cook something delicious for the girls.”

“I want-eat-sour-soup-wonton-ravioli.” Jiang Liu ordered food immediately, and she had been hungry for a long time since she came out.

Nanny Zhao smiled, “Okay, the slaves will chop meat and make wontons when they go back. What do the three girls want to eat?”

“Like my sister, I’m sorry mama.”

Seeing that her elder sister was in a low mood, Jiang Liu held her small thin hand and comforted, “Sister, eat – two – bowls.”

When she came home to see her grandmother and father, Jiang Muyan felt a little ashamed that she couldn’t help her when she went to her grandmother’s house, but Jiang Erye felt that it was normal, but she didn’t say anything in front of her daughters, and took them to say goodbye to her mother. Back to the West Court.

Jiang Liu listened to Shu Qiu, who was staying at home, talking about his aunt’s visit, “Later, the old lady called the eldest lady to the North Courtyard and scolded her severely!”

“Did you-hear-see-?” Jiang Liu asked.

Shuqiu said twice, “The sisters in the North Academy said.”

The auntie is the one who wants Daddy Shang Princess the most in the family, because the most affordable thing for Daddy Shang Princess is the uncle and the hall brother. Dad didn’t agree with this marriage, and the one who was most disappointed was the aunt. But this time, the uncle and Saburo were the ones who had the accident. It’s not surprising that she would speak ill of Dad to Jiang Liu. I just want to find a way to comfort my father when I have dinner later, after all, he is the one who is most stressed at home now.

In his life, I am afraid he has never endured such a lot of pressure.

However, when it was time for dinner, Jiang Liu didn’t see his father at all, so he went out of the house to find a way.

Jiang Liu was worried that his father would be captured by Princess Leyang, and he was worried that his brother would endure hardship in prison, and that he would lose his appetite when looking at the fragrant wontons in front of him.

What will brother eat tonight? Did the old housekeeper and Uncle Qiu bring them food, and did the food get into their mouths?

There is no distinction between day and night in the prison, and the detained prisoners are either crying or scolding. After the three Jiang family slept in a daze, they felt that the time was particularly difficult.

Jiang Saburo rubbed his eyes, “Father, I want to drink water.”

Where does the water come from here, Jiang Song said softly, “Just hold on, you’ll be able to eat later.”

was talking when he heard footsteps coming from the entrance, Jiang Ling patted the little fat man, “Sanlang, someone is coming!”

Jiang Saburo’s eyes lit up, he rushed to the side of the prison and shouted loudly, “Someone – I want to drink water!”

Hearing his shouts, a roar came from the cell next to him, “Water, there’s water in the toilet, just drink it!”

“The toilet is filled with urine, and I’m not stupid, so I don’t drink it!” Jiang Saburo shouted back.

“Oh, I still want someone to pour water for you here, who are you if you’re not stupid?” The sarcastic voice in the next cell grew louder.

“What are you arguing about! Those who don’t want to eat keep arguing!” After the jailer who came in with the bucket roared, there was only a rustling sound in the cell, followed by a whistling sound.

When    had some water to drink, Jiang Saburo tried his best to swallow his saliva, imitating the movements of the prisoners in the other cells, and lifted the bowl out of the cell with the gap on the broken table in the cell.

The jailer quickly came to him, scooped water out of the bucket with a long-handled wooden spoon, and poured it into Jiang Saburo’s bowl with a swoosh, splashing most of the water.

Jiang Saburo was anxious, “How did you pour the water, sprinkle it!”

“Sprinkled?” The jailer stared, kicked Jiang Saburo’s bowl with his foot, “That’s what it’s called!”

Jiang Saburo, who was kicked by the jailer, cried with a “wow”. Jiang Ling pulled him behind him and raised the bowl in his hand, “There is Lord Lao Jun.”

The jailer glared at Jiang Saburo and poured water for Jiang Ling. Jiang Ling, who had been prepared, chased after his wooden spoon, leaving most of the water in the bowl, “Thank you, Lord.”

The jailer laughed twice and was about to leave with a bucket. Jiang Ling handed out another bowl, “There is still my uncle in the prison. He is injured and can’t move. There is Lord Lao Jun.”

This black boy is a well-behaved. The jailer glanced inside, filled another bowl for Jiang Ling, and then walked away with the bucket.

Jiang Ling ignored Jiang Saburo, who was crying, and brought the bowl to the uncle, “Uncle, drink water.”

“Good boy.” Jiang Song took the bowl and took two sips, then called his stupid son, “Don’t cry, come and drink water.”

Jiang Saburo wiped his tears and snot, ran over, picked up the bowl and poured all the water into his stomach, “Dad, I still want it.”

“I can’t drink any more. From now until tomorrow morning, we only have one bowl of water left.” Jiang Ling reminded.

Jiang Saburo was shocked, “How do you know?”

Jiang Ling didn’t speak, just lowered his head and slowly drank the water in his bowl. Jiang Song knew Jiang Ling’s origin, and was not surprised that he knew this. He told his son, “Two bowls of water and two meals a day in prison, save drinking.”

Are you not enough water and rice? Jiang Saburo pouted and wanted to cry again, Jiang Ling reminded, “The food delivery is down, let’s go serve the food, be honest, don’t let anyone kick the bowl again.”

Jiang Saburo sniffed, followed Jiang Ling to the iron railing, and lifted the bowl out of the prison.

Seeing the unkempt prisoner in the opposite cell throw the bowl that rolled to the edge of his cell, Jiang Ling raised his hand to catch it and was about to thank him, but saw the jailer who came in with the bucket looking at him.

Jiang Ling shut up and held the bowl quietly.

(end of this chapter)