Wanjin Lady

Chapter 151: Fighting with a Warrior
--boom.

There was a thunder in the sky.

The sky was clear just now, but the autumn rain started falling suddenly.

Madam Yao smiled, covering her lips with her hands, and didn't interrupt Cheng Yunzhang. "Yes, Miss Wen, it's a rare opportunity for you to come. Please stay for dinner. They went to the river to catch some shrimps and crabs today, and will make you crab roe noodles."

Yao Shizhen snorted heavily and flicked his sleeves. "You little girl has such a sharp tongue. After fighting with me, you still want to keep my food? You even want to eat the crabs I worked so hard to catch?"

have to.

Looking at the look of Mr. Yao who was fuming and glaring, there was no hope of becoming his disciple this time.

Wen Wan suppressed her expression and walked ahead with a playful smile, "Then you can continue to be angry. I still have to eat two bowls of rice before leaving."

Yao Shizhen caught a glimpse of Wen Wan's reckless look and shook his head, sighing, "Ah, there's such a big rat in the house... The rat ate all the food..."

Old Madam Yao smiled and took Wen Wan's hand, whispering in her ear, "Don't listen to that old man's nonsense! It's been a long time since I saw him so angry! Girl, next time you come, let's team up to deal with him!"

Wen Wan squeezed Madam Yao's hand and said, "Madam, I'm leaving the matter of me becoming Mr. Yao's disciple to you... You must help me persuade him!"

Madam Yao patted her gently, a young girl's shyness showing on her face, "You are so disrespectful, what's with all that pillow talk?!"

"Oh, next time I'll bring you a storybook, the one that's been popular lately, 'Legend of the Moon'!"

Madam Yao immediately accepted the bribe, "Okay, I'll help you spread the word."

Wen Wan held back her laughter.

After dinner, the sky gradually darkened and the rain stopped a little, falling only lightly.

Old Master Yao sent her to the porch in front of the door. Mrs. Yao asked her to wait for a moment, so the three of them stood in a row in the porch.

Wen Wan saw Cheng Yunzhang standing straight beside her, frowned and tilted her head: "Master Cheng, aren't you going home?"

Old Master Yao snorted coldly, "His family has debt collectors coming every day, which affects his studies, so he just moved in with me."

After all, there is a layer of separation, so it is difficult to say whether Yuan Jing is right or wrong.

Even though he was dissatisfied, Mr. Yao did not say anything.

No wonder.

Just now, Wen Wan said she wanted to leave, but Old Madam Yao did not try to keep her. She probably felt that as a married woman, it would be easy for people to gossip about her if she lived under the same roof with Cheng Yunzhang.

"Debt collection?" Wen Wan pretended to realize something and smiled. "Even though Yuan Liulang has escaped, the Cheng family is still there. Why is the owner of Qianjin Casino still pursuing Master Cheng?"

This Qianjin Casino went to Cheng Yunzhang to collect a debt... Should we give Brother Liu a warning?
"It's not really a siege, but it's annoying to see them coming every now and then."

Wen Wan looked at Yao Shizhen again.

Old Master Yao was horrified by her gaze. He felt that this girl had ulterior motives. "What?"

"Mr. Yao... I know my essay isn't well written, but please don't use it as a table leg this time."

"To be honest...writing is not my forte..."

Old Master Yao was amused by her. He knew she was trying to get him to accept a disciple, but he didn't want her to do so. So he asked like he was teasing a cat, "So what are you good at?"

"As for me..." The young lady's eyes turned, and her whole face was like a spring breeze, with a faint smile, "I am good at writing poetry."

Anyway, it is fictional history, so it would be a waste not to use the Three Hundred Tang Poems.

Gan.

If they had known to cultivate a persona of a talented woman, would Wenjia Bifang wine have sold even better? However, Old Master Yao and Cheng Yunzhang clearly didn't buy it.

"You can't even write a single word properly, and you're talking about writing poetry?" Old Master Yao stroked his beard. "Okay, if you can write a poem that will amaze everyone next time, I'll consider taking you in as my apprentice!"

Wen Wan inched closer to Yao Shizhen, that carefree and vulgar smile on her face again. She called out in a flattering and fawning manner, "Teacher. I will definitely work hard to become your female disciple who opens and closes the door."

"Shameless!" Yao Shizhen was amused by Wen Wan's shamelessness, and then he scolded her harshly, "You haven't even entered the sect yet, why are you calling me teacher? Don't call me that."

"Good teacher."

Cheng Yunzhang burst out laughing.

Miss Wen is obviously not very old, but she is associated with words like "greasy" and "vulgar", as if under her well-behaved and lively appearance, there is... a greasy uncle with a big belly.

He really wanted to pinch Miss Wen's face to see what it was made of that was so thick.

The greasy man waved to the master's wife with a sweet and soft voice, "Master's wife is here?"

Turning around, Cheng Yunzhang saw his master's wife and her servants walking towards him, carrying a ceramic jar the size of a small wine jar filled with shrimps and crabs. When his master's wife heard Wen Wan call her "master's wife," she beamed, but was interrupted by Old Master Yao, "This girl is so shameless... I didn't agree to accept her as a female disciple!"

Wen Wan smiled and said, "It's just a matter of time. Right, Master?"

Old Master Yao was so angry at her that he fell backwards.

Madam Yao pursed her lips and smiled. "I saw you enjoyed these shrimps and crabs freshly caught from the river today. Have the servants take them back... for your father and husband to try."

"My husband will get rubella if he eats river food. He can't have this treat. Madam, can you let me eat it alone?"

"All for you!" Old Madam Yao took Wen Wan's hand and walked her to the carriage. She earnestly instructed, "Bring your husband with you next time you come. Since he can't eat fresh river food, I'll have someone make something he likes."

Wenwan responded with a smile.

"Oh, now that this girl is gone... I can finally have some peace and quiet..."

Yao Shizhen pulled himself away and walked inside.

Seeing that Yao Shizhen spoke with disgust, but with a smile in his eyes and eyebrows, Cheng Yunzhang thought to himself: Actually... the teacher likes Miss Wen very much, right?

He looked up at the yellow silk lantern hanging in the corridor. It was swaying in the wind and rain, illuminating his lonely shadow.

When Miss Wen left, it seemed as if she had taken away the laughter and joy in the courtyard, leaving only loneliness.

When he looked up, the worry on the man's brow faded, and he said with a smile: "Every time Shopkeeper Wen comes, our house is very lively, and the master's wife always eats an extra bowl of rice during the meal."

"Your master's wife... likes you... and never expected to give birth to two sons. She always says, 'You are good, you are considerate.'"

As they were talking, the two returned to the study. Seeing Yao Shizhen searching everywhere, Cheng Yunzhang shook his sleeves, and a stack of papers slipped out. "Teacher...are you looking for Miss Wen's policy paper?"

Yao Shizhen turned his head and asked, "Why is it in your hands?"

"Although Miss Wen's essay is written in a plain style and uses simple words, all in plain language...but its arguments are novel and its data is detailed. It is refreshing to read and has its merits. I would like to take it back and ponder it..."

"That's right. This girl's writing has improved a lot compared to last time, it's obvious she put her heart into it..." Mr. Yao stroked his beard, his tone proud, then changed the subject, "If that's the case... then why did you criticize her writing earlier like a martial artist punching a punch?"

Under the soft light of the yellow lantern, the young man's skin was as white as jade. He lowered his head slightly, pursed his lips, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

"Miss Wen is too proud of herself. I don't want her to get too complacent."

After a while, the room was filled with the hearty laughter of Mr. Yao!
The rain seemed to have stopped.

(End of this chapter)