I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

Xiao Changle listened to Lin Jin reading one story after another beside him, and pulled the corner of his mouth with difficulty: "It's a pity that your collection of miscellaneous talks is not printed into a book. If everyone is as clear-headed as the ones in the story, there won't be so many infatuated men and women in this world."

"Crazy man and resentful woman, why do you want to be that crazy man and resentful woman." Lin Jin sneered, looking at her meaningfully, "There are millions of people in the world, and there are millions of kinds of true love. Why bother to stick to just one kind of love?"

Lin Jin had a smile on her face, hoping that Xiao Changle could understand the implication of her words. This was not even a hint, it could almost be said to be an explicit statement. If Xiao Changle didn't understand, she didn't know what else to say.

"Maybe it's because brothers and friends will all get married and have more important people." Xiao Changle lowered his eyes.

"What do you mean by a more important person? Even if there really is one, so what?" Lin Jin closed the book and looked at her seriously. "You are the most important person to you. What does it matter if you are not the most important person to others?"

There is no absolutely equal love in this world. The most important thing in life is to love yourself and learn to accept the warmth and coldness of human nature.

Xiao Changle seemed to chuckle, but it was more like a hum, so dull that it was hard to tell: "You are quite open-minded. You have everything I want, so you are naturally open-minded."

"You can have it too." Lin Jin scratched his head. In addition to family, Xiao Changle can have friends and lovers. "You are such a good girl, you can have everything you want. You deserve even the stars and the moon in the sky. Why are you so pessimistic?"

"What if I want the moon in the sky? Can you pick it down?" Xiao Changle seemed to be deliberately making things difficult for Lin Jin, and continued with her words, "If you can get me the moon, I won't worry about it. How about that?"

"moon……"

"Don't try to fool me with a basin of water." Xiao Changle said with a smile, but there was no smile in his eyes, as if he was waiting for Lin Jin to make a fool of herself. "I'm waiting for the lady's moon."

Lin Jin pursed her lips slightly: "Okay, I'll find a way."

The moon, oh, the moon, it is true that from ancient times to the present, the moon has always been everyone’s thought.

Xiao Changle laughed suddenly, his eyes full of mockery: "Okay."

Picking the moon, what kind of bragging is this? Can Lin Jin really pick the moon?

Lin Jin touched her nose guiltily. She just wanted to make Xiao Changle willing to live, so she agreed on impulse. However, she really couldn't figure out how to "pick" the moon.

The tower is a hundred feet high and you can pick the stars with your hands. This is just an exaggeration and Xiao Changle will certainly not accept it.

"Wait for me, I will definitely pick it for you." Lin Jin encouraged herself in her heart. Even if she couldn't pick it, she would find a way to "pick it". She was not someone who gave up easily. She didn't want to see Xiao Changle die with such a sad mood.

Xiao Changle nodded with a fake smile: "Of course I'm waiting for you, young lady. I hope you won't make me wait too long."

Lin Jin suddenly felt more stressed and forced a smile: "Don't worry, it won't take too long. I will definitely find a way."

She continued to read stories to Xiao Changle. Perhaps because they had a new agreement, Xiao Changle actually started to discuss the stories in the book with Lin Jin for the first time. For a moment, it seemed as if the two of them had been good friends for many years.

Lin Jin waited for her to finish the drip and read a few more stories. When she felt sleepy, she tactfully put away the book and left, letting her have a good rest: "I'll come back tomorrow."

She went to the study and began to study other new ideas and start a new round of taking money out of the pockets of the aristocratic families. As the saying goes, one does not know how expensive firewood, rice, oil and salt are until he runs the household. Now that Lin Jin is the housekeeper, after she has a clear look at the accounts of the Prime Minister's Mansion, she will know how much the daily expenses are.

If the emperor did not indulge Song Shiqiu, with Song Shiqiu's current style, the Prime Minister's Mansion would probably be unable to make ends meet.

Lin Jin proudly listed a bunch of daily necessities that were not available in this era, and then crossed them out one by one, leaving only the most suitable ones.

Xia Zhengan made a lot of money because of Lin Jin during this period. The national treasury, which was originally empty due to the war, was now full. He also forgot that he had called Lin Jin a witch. He looked gentle and amiable, not like a calm king but more like a young man who was in high spirits.

When he heard that Lin Jin had sent some secret recipe to the palace again, he quickly asked someone to bring it in.

"How come she can also smelt iron?" Xia Zhengan looked at the new method of smelting iron and was shocked again. She made paper and disinfectant, and now she even has a method of smelting iron. "Where on earth is this girl from?"

If that old bastard Lin Zhi could teach such a powerful girl, how could Lin Liu have been bullied so badly back then?

I'm afraid this won't be offered directly.

Xia Zhengan suddenly thought of the recent ghost stories in the capital. He didn't believe in them, and Lin Jin was very useful to him. Even if someone tried to deceive him, he didn't take it to heart. But if something really happened, it would be difficult to deal with, and he might even have a rift with Song Shiqiu.

"Tell the Grand Tutor to come to the palace to see me." Xia Zhengan could only ask the old gentleman to come to the palace to discuss the matter. After all, Song Shiqiu was not there, and the Grand Tutor was the most suitable person to discuss the matter.

I don’t know when the Prime Minister will come back.

Xia Zhengan rubbed his brows and looked at the white snow on the eaves, hoping that nothing would happen. Recently, there have been rumors about ghosts and gods in the capital one after another, and no one knew what was going on, how these things came about, and who was behind all this.

As the sky gradually darkened, the oil lamp in the room was lit. The small flame on the wick swayed in the wind, and the maid hurriedly closed the window.

Lin Jin looked at the red plum blossoms in the vase. She remembered that they were not red plum blossoms in the morning. "Where did this flower come from?"

"Yeah, I picked them from someone else's yard." Lianyi chuckled, covering her lips with her hands, her eyes full of teasing.

"Huh?" Lin Jin quickly realized something was wrong, "Someone else's house? Are you going to steal their flowers?"

"No, it's not like that." Lianyi muttered and scolded Lin Jin, "Why does Madam miss me so much?"

Lin Jin understood: "Master is back?"

"Madam, how did you know? You are amazing!" Lianyi said in surprise. It was obviously just a plum blossom and she didn't say anything.

Lin Jin picked up the plum blossom, smelled it, and said with a smile: "Besides him, who else could make you look at me so mischievously? He must have had someone send it to you."

Lian Yi smiled, a little embarrassed: "I just feel that Madam and Master haven't seen each other for a long time. Now that Master is back, Madam, why don't you go back to the mansion?"

"What's the point of going back? If he wants to see me, can't he come here? This is not a dangerous place." Lin Jin put Meihua back. Song Shiqiu probably came back today. He should have a good rest after such a long journey.

Lianyi scratched her head, feeling that something was wrong, but it seemed to make sense: "But... Madam, do you really not want to be adults?"

It seems a little too peaceful.

"Well...it's not that I don't want to, it's just that it's not necessary for us to meet." Lin Jin didn't know how to explain it, but she just didn't have to want to see the other person right now.

Three question marks appeared in Lianyi's mind, and she didn't understand: "But... okay."

Lin Jin smiled awkwardly: "Okay, little girl, don't always worry about me and him. It's not very important whether we meet or not. He has been in the north for so long and I haven't seen him. How can these few days be enough?"

"Oh, right... No, no, it's because we haven't seen each other for a long time that I want to see you, right?" Lianyi quickly discovered the problem and was almost fooled. "Even after so long, Madam still... still has no feelings for you, sir?"

"Of course not." Lin Jin didn't know how to explain, "Well... forget it, you are young and don't understand yet."

"Madam, you say this again. You always fool us." Lianyi couldn't help but say angrily.

Lin Jin didn't know whether to laugh or cry. How should she explain this? "People are different. When it comes to feelings, only you know whether it's hot or cold. You'll understand when you grow up."

Lian Yi curled her lips. She didn’t understand yet, but she didn’t completely understand. “Of course I understand. It’s just that Madam… you and the master are different from other couples.”

She hadn't seen the master rest in the lady's yard for such a long time.