After wearing it: I traded a pig for a man.

"Fine, I'll go!" Zhang Manjin raised his chin. "I'll have my grandfather talk to you!"

In his world, his grandfather was the most powerful person. He could accomplish anything, let alone a little Jiang Anhe.

Jiang Yun Ning, holding back her anger, immediately picked up Jiang An He and followed. They hadn't gone far when they ran into Jiang Che, who was looking for someone.

Without asking any questions, he simply took the person from Jiang Yun Ning's arms and said, "Let me do it."

Jiang Anhe is five years old now. Recently, the family has been eating well, and the little guy's weight has been increasing rapidly. Jiang Yunning is finding it tiring to carry him for a while.

Jiang Qiusheng, who was in front, kept trying to stop him, but Zhang Manjin, who was used to being spoiled, completely ignored him.

On the way, Jiang Anhe told him in detail how Zhang Manjin had been stopping him every time he was about to go home, asking him to help with his homework.

He nestled in Jiang Yunning's arms, looking aggrieved: "I didn't lie on purpose. I refused, but he wouldn't listen."

Jiang Yun Ning felt extremely distressed and hugged him, comforting him repeatedly: "It's okay, you're still a child. When you encounter problems, you should ask an adult for help."

Jiang Anhe fell silent, feeling as if he was of no use.

Jiang Che kept glancing at him, and seeing his sullen expression, he couldn't help but comfort him: "Even adults ask for help."

"Really?" Jiang Anhe's head perked up. "Uncle can do that too? But Uncle is really good at it."

"Have you forgotten? When your uncle first came to live with us, he needed someone to teach him how to sweep the pigsty!" Jiang Yun Ning coaxed him, "Don't you think your uncle is amazing? But there are things he can't handle, right?"

Jiang Anhe nodded as if she understood, her disappointment lessening considerably, and she felt her buttocks weren't hurting as much anymore.

Soon, the carriage in front stopped.

Jiang Yunning carried Jiang Anhe out of the car and looked up at the plaque in front of them.

The words "Zui Xian Lou" are written in large characters above, and there is a small "Zhang Ji" in the lower right corner.

Jiang Qiusheng was very fast and rushed inside, not even paying attention to Zhang Manjin who had just gotten off the carriage.

"You wait, I'll have my grandpa talk to you." Zhang Manjin snorted, his chubby back swaying as he quickly climbed up to the second floor.

Jiang Yun Ning felt the small hand gripping her fingers tighten unconsciously, and said to comfort her, "Don't be afraid."

Jiang Anhe nodded: "Anhe is not afraid."

As he spoke, he grabbed Jiang Che's hand as he walked over.

It seems that doing this can increase one's courage.

Just as he was about to step inside, he was almost bumped into by Jiang Youcai, who rushed out in a hurry.

"Yun Ning, these are just kids playing around. What are you doing getting involved, an adult? Stop it and go home."

He immediately told them to leave, and even blocked the doorway to prevent them from entering.

Jiang Yun Ning was taken aback. She knew that Jiang You Cai was a shopkeeper in the town, but she didn't know anything more specific.

But judging from this posture, and the way they seem to want to kick people out without even knowing the facts, it's unacceptable.

Could it be this tavern?

Jiang Yun Ning instantly understood why Jiang Qiu Sheng flattered Zhang Man Jin so much and tried every means to prevent her from coming to the academy.

"It's normal for kids to fight. Which child doesn't suffer when they're young? Let's go." Jiang Youcai was afraid she would get involved, so he reached out to push her away.

Just as those hands were about to touch Jiang Yun Ning's arm, Jiang Che, who was standing to the side, saw the disgust in Jiang Yun Ning's eyes, took a step forward, and reached out to grab Jiang You Cai's arm.

"Don't touch her." Jiang Che's face was gloomy, and the coldness in his eyes made Jiang Youcai, who had seen countless people, unconsciously swallow.

He took a step back, a hint of fear in his eyes, feeling somewhat flustered.

"You...you still want to hit someone?" Jiang Youcai's eyes flickered.

Wasn't Jiang Che supposed to be an amnesiac idiot? Why is his gaze so terrifying?

Jiang Yun Ning glanced at him indifferently, then led Jiang An He across the threshold.

Zhang Manjin had already dragged Zhang Fu out of the private room on the second floor.

Zhang Fu stood on the stairs, no longer descending. He regarded himself as someone in a superior position, looking down at Jiang Yun Ning with disdain, then glancing at Jiang Che.

He could only sense an indescribable chill emanating from Jiang Che.

But when they saw the coarse linen clothes he was wearing, the doubt in their eyes turned into disdain.

They're all just peasants.

"Grandpa," Zhang Manjin pointed at Jiang Anhe, "I asked him to do my homework, but he wouldn't listen. It's not like I'm not willing to pay him."

Jiang Anhe retorted, "The Master said that you must write it yourself."

Besides, Zhang Manjin clearly knows how to write it himself; he's just lazy. He doesn't want to help.

Zhang Manjin pouted and tugged at Zhang Fu's hand: "Grandpa, make him write it for me! Give him the money!"

In his upbringing, there was nothing that money couldn't buy.

If there is any, it means the money given is not enough.

Jiang Youcai and Jiang Qiusheng have been trying their best to shrink their bodies, afraid that Zhang Fu will find out about their relationship with Jiang Yunning.

"Boss Zhang, your grandson has repeatedly threatened my daughter Anhe to do his homework at the academy, and he even hit her today." Her gaze was calm and her tone was even more composed.

Zhang Fu, showing no fear whatsoever, stood on the steps looking down at himself.

"They're just kids, making a racket. They didn't hurt anyone." Zhang Fu said dismissively, "Since my grandson wants his help, here's what we'll do: I'll pay him twenty coins for each time he writes it."

Zhang Manjin was smug. He scurried down the stairs and grabbed Jiang Anhe's hand, saying, "Twenty coins, how about it?"

Jiang Anhe shook her head and pulled her hand away. "No."

Zhang Manjin turned around, displeased: "Grandpa!"

"Thirty coins," Zhang Fu quoted again.

Zhang Manjin asked expectantly, "Is it okay?"

Jiang Anhe continued to shake her head, then grabbed Jiang Che's leg and climbed up.

Jiang Che bent down and picked him up, supporting his bottom with one hand and hugging his back with the other, giving him a great sense of security.

"Grandpa!" Zhang Manjin was unhappy.

Jiang Qiusheng, who was standing to the side, couldn't hold back any longer. Thirty coins!

"Master Zhang, how about I write it for Manjin?" His eyes were full of anticipation, and he was already planning how to spend the thirty coins.

Zhang Manjin stomped his foot angrily: "No, I want Jiang Anhe."

"Yun Ning." Jiang Youcai winked at her.

He leaned closer and tugged at Jiang Yunning, whispering, "You agree first. Then Qiusheng can write it later."

Thirty coins a month, that's almost a tael of silver. That's half a month's wages for him.

Jiang Yun Ning laughed. He had just been avoiding her like the plague, but now that he saw there was something to gain, he was coming up to her again.

"Second Uncle," she said, a mocking smile playing on her lips, "if you want your cousin to earn this money, you'll have to see if Boss Zhang agrees. What's the use of calling me?"

Jiang Youcai was shocked, never expecting her to be so ruthless.

Zhang Fu squinted, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two of them. Just as he was about to speak, he saw that Jiang Yun Ning had already turned around.