I Am This Type of Woman

Chapter 42 Crash (2)

"Uncle Zhongping, are you still leaving?"

Uncle Zhongping got up from the ground, glanced at the general who was talking to him, and walked out of the hall in a daze.

Suddenly, he remembered something, and looked back at the general: "If I remember correctly, General Cao seems to be the former Ministry of Duke Jingting?"

General Cao rubbed the stubble on his chin, "The general at the end of the early years is indeed the old servant of the eldest princess' consort. Uncle Zhongping asked these for what?"

"As you military generals, I am very disappointed that Mr. Jingting has such a descendant. I never thought..." Uncle Zhongping shook his head, "You military generals are kind and righteous."

General Cao looked at Uncle Zhongping inexplicably: "What are you talking about?"

Seeing him like this, Uncle Zhongping couldn't help frowning. Could it be that he was thinking too much?

"Uncle Rong, be careful of the steps." Ban Huai sent Rong Xia all the way back to Cheng'anbo Mansion, and he breathed a sigh of relief when the imperial doctor who was good at bruises arrived.

"Master Hou, I didn't suffer any injuries." Rong Xia rolled up her sleeves, and there was a large bruise on it, which looked a little scary.

"It's such a big piece of green, and it's still not injured?" Ban Huai turned to look at the imperial physician, "Emperor physician, help me quickly, is there any bone injury?"

It was rumored that Uncle Rong was good at Danqing calligraphy, and could even write with both hands at the same time. If he really hurt his hand, how could he live with his conscience?

"Don't worry, Ban Hou Ye, Uncle Rong is only a skin injury, and it will be cured in a few days after applying ointment." The imperial doctor was a little surprised, how could such a stunning and talented person as Uncle Rong get along with an old dude like Ban Hou Ye? in one piece?

Could it be...

He glanced at Ban Huai. The daughter of the Ban family is beautiful and beautiful. Could it be that these two families are going to marry?

It's just that the princess of the class is beautiful, but isn't it a bit inappropriate to be with Uncle Rong?

At this time, in Jingting Hou's mansion, Ban Hua was urging Ban Heng to practice boxing kung fu. Ban Heng was crying bitterly, but he didn't dare to sit on the ground. He was afraid of the whip in his sister's hand.

"Sister, is the quarter of an hour up yet?"

"It's still early," Ban Hua stared at the bowl above his head, "Don't shake it, the water will overflow the bowl if you shake it again, be careful and I'll whip you."

Ban Heng gritted his teeth and said, "Sister, my sister who is the number one beauty in the great industry, can you let me take a breath, just take a breath."

Ban Hua looked at Ban Heng quietly: "Brother Heng, if you don't exercise well, what will you do to protect your parents when they get old?"

"You are not good at poetry, and you will not be able to be a literati in the future."

Ban Heng's knees softened.

"If you're not good at painting, you can't sell your paintings."

Ban Heng's knees were soft again.

"If you're not good at arithmetic, you can't be an accountant."

Ban Heng's knees couldn't be softer.

"I'm not good at riding and shooting, and I can't be a hunter."

Ban Heng was about to kneel down to his sister.

"You don't work hard and don't know how to farm. The only thing you can do is to exercise your strength and earn money to live on it. Even if you won't be so poor in the future, but at least you have a good body to be able Let the bad guys dare not touch you."

Ban Heng finally knelt down with a plop.

"Sister! I was wrong."

Banhua took out a handkerchief to wipe off the water on his face, and patted his head with satisfaction: "Just understand, go change into dry clothes, and then come back and continue."

"Yes." Ban Heng got up from the ground wearily, looked at the broken bowl on the ground, and began to calculate in his head, how many bags of goods would he have to carry at the pier in a few years to buy such a fine porcelain bowl?

In the afternoon, he went to the housekeeper to inquire. The bowl he broke was produced by the official kiln. The price of a bowl was about 22 taels, which was enough for an ordinary farm family to spend for a year, and there was still a surplus. Cargo workers on the wharf can get five cents for carrying a bag of goods. This also requires good luck, and the foreman they meet is kind.

One tael of silver is exchanged for one thousand wen, and twenty taels of silver is equal to twenty thousand wen, so he has to carry five thousand bags of goods to buy the bowl he is using now?

"Sister!" Ban Heng rushed into Ban Hua's yard crying and howling, "Let's bury the money!"