Chapter 11 Gong Xiaolang
Rong Qing and Zhong Xiu sat in silence for a long time, then a man came in shouting.
"Gong Xiuniang, if you still have the guts to come back, I will beat you to death today."
Rong Qing looked back and saw that the man should be the Gong Xiaolang they were talking about. She had only heard about him before, but now she saw him in person.
Gong Xiaolang broke in the door... Although this was his yard originally, he was so angry and murderous that he had to use the word "break".
He took three steps and two steps at a time, rushed forward in a few seconds, and pulled Zhong Xiu out with a raised hand. The man in his thirties is in his prime, and this move is quite powerful.
Zhong Xiu was obviously in pain, his face was wrinkled, but he didn't dare to say a word.
"Go back to your house and rest." Gong Xiaolang's tone suddenly softened. Because her back was to Rong Qing, she looked at Zhong Xiu with a fierce look.
Although he was angry, his many years of business experience meant that he could not control his emotions. Especially when there were outsiders in the house, he did not want to lose face.
"Yes, I will go back now." Zhong Xiu did not dare to refute him, handed Jiajia to Gong Xiaolang, bowed and then left slowly.
Jiajia called "Dad". Gong Xiaolang suddenly beamed.
"Hey, dear, you're worried about daddy." He rubbed Jiajia with his stubbled chin. "Are your clothes dirty? I'll buy you a new one tomorrow."
Rong Qing held the flower branch in her hand and turned the stem slightly unconsciously, causing the few remaining petals to tremble.
She has been silent since Gong Xiaolang entered the house. There is a way of getting along in the house, and there are many things that she cannot guess completely just by guessing. Only when you really look at it can you understand it better.
"Come on, Mr. Gong Xiaolang, calm down." Rong Qing picked up the tea that Zhong Xiu had given her before and poured a cup for Gong Xiaolang, "Just get the child back. Don't let out the rest of your anger to avoid harming yourself. "
"Hey, okay. Okay, that's what sir said." Gong Xiaolang smiled and took the cup of tea with both hands. Without putting Jiajia down, he sat back down and put her on his lap.
"Today, I have to thank you sir for getting my little girl back. Alas, I still don't know your name, how can I get a good job?" Gong Xiaolang smiled with his eyes narrowed, but he didn't look too vulgar. Fortunately, his facial features were straight.
"My surname is Yu. I used to be a teacher at the academy. Now I am teaching with the Master at the Royal Palace, Your Highness the Princess." Rong Qing deliberately elevated herself a bit here.
Gong Xiaolang didn't know the twists and turns, and his expression became more cautious. He has a small fortune, but he came all the way to Suicheng. He has no foundation, so naturally he does not dare to offend anyone easily. There may be some unsightly people who have some twists and turns with the palace. What's more, the academy robe on Rong Qing is enough for him to nod and bow.
"It turns out to be Mr. Yu! I've admired you for a long time, really I've admired you for a long time." Gong Xiaolang said quickly, "I have received a great favor from you today. This is really a shame."
"It's okay. It's not easy for everyone now." Rong Qing waved her hand, "Don't you know where Madam Ling is?"
"Oh, Zhuo Jing is watching from the shop now. I'm afraid the loss is not small this time." Speaking of this, he also looked embarrassed. "Sir, are you looking for her for something?"
"No, it's mainly about Xiuniang and Jiajia." In Gong Xiaolang's doubtful eyes, Rong Qing continued, "Speaking of which, Jiajia and I are very destined. Last night, Xiuniang took her to eat wontons, and we happened to meet each other. . I saw this child being dispersed by the crowd during the earthquake. Since I recognized her, I asked more about her and sent her back. She seemed to be well-behaved at this age, so I thought of letting her go. She became my student."
"Okay." Gong Xiaolang agreed with a stern voice. "Come on, Jiajia, quickly salute your husband."
"Wait a minute." Rong Qing chuckled, "I haven't finished speaking yet. Maybe Gong Xiaolangjun thinks I can't see it."
Gong Xiaolang paused for a moment, "Sir, what does this... mean?"
"Jiajia is very well-behaved, but she doesn't speak. This problem... Even if I want to teach her, I can't do it."
"He must be able to talk." Gong Xiaolang smiled awkwardly, "Come on, Jiajia, call 'Dad' and listen." "Dad." Jiajia said.
"Hey." Gong Xiaolang agreed happily. "Sir, look."
"In addition to being called 'father and mother', is there anything else?"
"..." Gong Xiaolang was speechless for a moment.
Rong Qing's question hit the spot.
At his age, he only had a girl like Jiajia, who was born from a concubine. You can't let a girl grow up and become a businessman. Nowadays, the female gentleman is enviable in terms of status and money earned. He has money, so of course he wants to send Jiajia to a private school...
"It is true that every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite." Gong Xiaolang sighed, "The teachers at the private school refused to accept Jiajia when they saw that she could not speak. They also said that there was something wrong with her head and asked me to go see a doctor early. Look, it won’t be cured if it’s too big. But I’ve taken a lot of medicine... As a father, I think Jiajia is actually very smart, so I’m not afraid that my husband will laugh at me.”
"Don't sigh, Mr. Gong Xiaolang." Rong Qing comforted, "I came here specifically to ask, not to amuse you. I also think Jiajia is smart, and I am willing to spend some time to teach you. The key is to tell you here. It’s clear: first, my time is limited, and I can only spare half an hour to an hour at night. Second, Jiajia is not up to the standard of becoming my student, so I won’t accept your disciple. But I hope you can keep it secret, Mr. Gong Xiaolang, so that others won’t know about it. Please come to me. It’s hard for me to refuse.”
Gong Xiaolang nodded repeatedly, "Don't worry, sir, I still understand this truth."
"And the last thing is, if you agree to this matter, it will be done. If you don't agree, just pretend that I haven't mentioned it today."
"Sir, please tell me."
When Gong Xiaolang heard this, his heart was lifted.
"Although I am willing to teach, I cannot guarantee that Jiajia will succeed in learning. If there is no change in Jiajia in the end, I will not teach anymore and waste our time." Rong Qing said ruthlessly and was not afraid to listen. people are angry.
Gong Xiaolang now has no choice but to be a doctor. "Of course my daughter is not as smart as the princess. Even if she doesn't become my master's student in the end, she is already a blessing to be taught by him for a period of time."
"Sure. Then let's do it. But I can't come here specially. If possible, let Xiuniang pass Shenshi and carry Jiajia to the bookstore next to the academy to wait for me."
"Xiu Niang..." Gong Xiaolang frowned and was about to say something but was interrupted by Rong Qing.
"There are not so many exceptions like today. The child is young and cannot live without his mother."
She spoke so directly that Gong Xiaolang had no choice but to shut up.
Anyway, no matter how they calculated this matter, their family had already taken advantage, and Gong Xiaolang was not stupid. He came to refute her at this time. Who said that their family was rich, but they didn't have enough money to buy a reading companion if they wanted to. The couple recently had to work on the shop, so having Xiu Niang accompany them was the best solution.
"Teaching begins tomorrow night. You should prepare your study supplies in advance. You can buy them at bookstores." Rong Qing stood up and left, explaining to Gong Xiaolang who was following him, "Don't buy them for granted. "The pens used by children are different from those on the market. Take Jiajia and let the shopkeeper help you choose."
"I understand."
"Just send it here." Rong Qing stood at the door of the courtyard and stopped Gong Xiaolang.
Gong Xiaolang had no choice but to stop when he saw Rong Qing's determined eyes. He has his own experience in dealing with scholars, and he will not keep applying plaster like dog-skin plaster, thereby annoying those arrogant people in vain. If he is asked to please his peers, he can be so flattering that people can't even look at him.
But so what, what you earn is yours. He bent down by the door and watched Rong Qing leave.
(End of chapter)