Rebirth: From being expelled from the imperial court to becoming a high-ranking official

Chatting with the driver, the journey seemed to go much faster. Before 9 o'clock, Qin Yunhe returned to his teacher's house.

Mr. Gu was writing something in his study, which looked like the content of a plaque.

As one of the few people in the county who was a Jinshi and became a prefect, and because Mr. Gu's calligraphy was indeed very good, there was an endless stream of people asking him for calligraphy.

When Mr. Gu is in a good mood, he will paint a few pieces, not for the money, but just because he likes it.

Hearing that Qin Yunhe had returned, Mr. Gu put down the pen in his hand.

He was worried that Qin Yunhe would get in the mood to play again and not want to come back after returning home. Wouldn't that mean many days would be wasted again?

If you don't read for three days, the moral principles will not be in your mind. Reading is something that should not be neglected.

Unexpectedly, Qin Yunhe came back after just one day, and it seemed that he came back early. Mr. Gu felt relieved.

"Teacher, the students are back."

Qin Yunhe put his things down and bowed to the teacher first.

"Yes, that's right. I thought you were going to have some fun for a few days, so I'm ready to test you when you come back. It's hard for me to embarrass you since you came back so soon."

Qin Yunhe smiled and said, "Come back early so that you can test the school. It is natural for a teacher to test a student."

Mr. Gu was happy and laughed out loud.

Qin Yunhe quickly took out the things his mother had prepared for the teacher.

Mr. Gu was even happier when he saw Qin Yunhe brought pickled vegetables and fermented rice wine.

Qin's mother's skills in pickling vegetables and making fermented rice wine are very good. After tasting it once, Mr. Gu fell in love with it.

It’s not that this thing is difficult to buy, but the ones I bought always feel a little bit lacking, and are never as delicious as what Qin Yunhe brought.

"Did you bring any vegetable dumplings this time?"

In addition to pickled vegetables and fermented rice, the vegetable dumplings made by Qin's mother are also better than others, and are also Mr. Gu's favorite. Now seeing the pickled vegetables and fermented rice, I can't help but think of the vegetable dumplings again.

"Not this time. We've eaten all the dried vegetables we had before, and we haven't dug up any new ones yet..."

Qin Yunhe also knew that the teacher liked this. Seeing that the teacher was thinking about her, he felt a little sorry.

When Mr. Gu heard Qin Yunhe say this, he could only smack his lips and say regretfully: "Alas, what a pity."

Then he acted disappointed and said, "Forget it. Eight out of ten things in life are not satisfactory. Anyway, I already have pickled vegetables and fermented rice wine, which is already six out of ten satisfactory. I won't bother about that one vegetable dumpling."

Qin Yunhe knew that the teacher was joking and couldn't help laughing.

County, Jinjia

It was getting dark, and Jin Biao was expected to be back soon. Yan Guixiang ate melon seeds and led the maid to the old lady's room in the backyard.

The old lady was seriously ill and was in a coma most of the time, waking up only a few times a day.

Every time she woke up, the old woman would feed her some water and porridge and chat with her.

In this situation, Yan Guixiang really felt that it made no difference whether she was here or not.

Although he came from a farming family, not a wealthy one, his family members were all healthy and he had never taken care of a sick person.

These old women have been serving the old lady for who knows how many years. Aren’t they more meticulous and considerate than her, a new daughter-in-law who has never spoken a word.

And what about the morning and evening visits - she later specifically asked and found out that it meant to come and greet the old lady at a fixed time every day.

It was so funny. She asked the old lady, "Hello, can you hear me?"

There are always many rules in wealthy families. I wonder if the first few daughters-in-law died of exhaustion.

"Did the old lady wake up in the afternoon?" Yan Guixiang asked without stopping eating melon seeds.

"She just woke up for a while, so I gave her some water. Then I wanted to feed her some bird's nest, but she wouldn't open her mouth."

"Well, you guys should serve her diligently, stretch her hands and feet more often, and clean her frequently at night."

I learned all these words from Jin Biao.

Jin Biao doesn't even take care of his own mother himself, so how can he expect a foreign daughter-in-law to be more attentive than his own son?

Having said that, you still have to pretend to do it and repeat the nonsense over and over again.

When she first entered the door, she was thinking about the couple and wanted to speak their mind directly. But who knew that Jin Biao suddenly got angry and left.

Forget it, it’s just for show, everyone can do it.

For the sake of all this splendor, she was willing to do this. She was free anyway and the rich man didn't need her to work.

So she came to the old lady's room twice a day to check on her and repeat the nonsense about the wheel twice.

As for asking her to serve personally?

What a joke! Even my own mother doesn’t serve me like this.

Yan Guixiang sat down and saw a bowl of cold bird's nest on the small table next to her.

She had tried it once, and actually didn't think the bird's nest was that good. But she heard that it had many benefits, so she thought it was a waste.

No matter how many good things are given to the old thing, it would be a waste. What good or bad can she tell from them now?

Yan Guixiang was secretly complaining in her heart and her eyes kept glancing at the bowl of bird's nest.

As I glanced at it, I was thinking about how I could get someone to take the bird's nest back to my room. Wouldn't it be better to heat it up and eat it myself instead of leaving it here to go bad?

Before Yan Guixiang could figure out what to do, she heard footsteps outside and the voice of a maid calling "Master".

Yan Guixiang put away the melon seeds, stood up, walked to the bedside, squeezed aside the woman who was massaging the old lady's arms, and took over the massage herself.

The old woman had already seen through Yan Guixiang's character in the past few days. She just rolled her eyes at her from behind, remembering to complain to the master later.

When Jin Biao entered the room, he saw Yan Guixiang massaging her mother-in-law's arm. When she saw him come in, she put down her hand and said, "The master is back."

In fact, Jin Biao knew that Yan Guixiang was two-faced, but he had already seen through this woman. Not only was her words rude, but her actions were also ruthless.

If he had not lost three wives and there was no family of equal status willing to marry him, and he was anxious to find someone to marry to bring good luck, why would he marry such a country girl?

He would still feel uneasy if he really asked her to take care of his mother personally.

Since they were newlyweds, he pretended not to know if she was willing to pretend.

She was right. It would be much better to have these maids who had served the old lady for many years take care of her than this village woman.

"How is the old lady today?" Jin Biao asked the servant.

"It's still the same as usual. She was in a coma most of the time, and woke up a few times. Every time she woke up, I fed her some water or porridge. She just woke up for a while, and I fed her some water. When I wanted to feed her some bird's nest, the old lady wouldn't open her mouth."

The old woman repeated what she had said to Yan Guixiang before.

In fact, these are the same questions we hear every day, and the answers are almost the same.

Jin Biao walked towards the bed, and Yan Guixiang quickly took the opportunity to move down from the bed.

Jin Biao sat where Yan Guixiang had just sat, looked carefully at the old lady's complexion, and asked the maid for a wet towel to carefully wipe his mother's face and hands.

In fact, the old woman would scrub it every night before going to bed, but Jin Biao would still often scrub it himself.

While Jin Biao was doing this, Yan Guixiang was still glancing at the bird's nest next to her, feeling it was a pity.

After washing his mother's hands and face, Jin Biao stood up and prepared to go back to his own courtyard. He said to the old woman, "The old lady can't eat any more bird's nest, so you can eat it. We can stew it tomorrow."

Yan Guixiang curled her lips, rolled her eyes, and followed Jin Biao away.