I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

Lin Jin looked at Song Shiqiu cautiously, not understanding why Song Shiqiu looked like he had a headache again.

Didn't she admit her mistake?

Do you still feel that you are talking nonsense?

Since it has come to this, Lin Jin doesn't mind playing tricks and revealing something: "After today's rain, it will rain intermittently for a while, but the rain will not be heavy. It will rain and then clear up, rain and then clear up. It will probably rain for more than 20 days, and then it will be clear for more than half a month. After half a month, there will be heavy rains, and floods will come."

Huh? Why is your face even uglier? Are you scared?

Song Shiqiu was wondering what was wrong with Lin Jin's head. She just said everything. If she continued like this, she would have more than ten heads: "Lin Jin."

Lin Jin was a little uncomfortable being called by his full name all of a sudden: "Huh?"

"If you don't pay attention, your mouth will kill you sooner or later, do you know that? His Majesty came back from the military camp that year. Although he does not interfere with the people's belief in Taoism and Buddhism, he does not tolerate the weird and supernatural tendencies." Song Shiqiu sighed. He thought that he had warned Lin Jin last time and Lin Jin would be more restrained, but it has only been a few days and he has returned to his old ways.

It is still unclear what can be said and what cannot be said.

After Song Shiqiu said this, Lin Jin felt a little wronged. She didn't say this to everyone. She told Song Shiqiu this because she trusted his character. Moreover, she did this for the sake of the people. Who would want to reveal their identity if they didn't have to?

If this vest of hers falls off, it will be easy to lose her protagonist halo, okay?

"I'm not that talkative." Lin Jin muttered aggrievedly.

He was exposed twice, and once was directly bugged out by the plot master. Although this time was not bugged out, he was still suspected.

"Don't worry about the flood. You can't help with this matter. The court will take action." Song Shiqiu took a sip of the tea brought by the servant. He was really worried that Lin Jin would suddenly die one day. "No matter what the result is, don't come out. If there are refugees seeking refuge outside the capital, don't go near any city gates. You should have heard about some girls and boys who went to the city gates to distribute porridge and do charity but were killed in the early years."

Lin Jin was stunned by what Song Shiqiu said. She didn't expect such a thing to happen. But isn't it said that Daxia is now peaceful and prosperous? The court is not ignoring it. Why would they do such a thing? "Okay, I understand."

"Ajin, human hearts are unpredictable. Don't bet on the kindness of human hearts. You can't afford it, especially when the person in front of you may have lost his family. Don't get close to him. Not everyone can face life and death calmly. People can do things without considering anything at this time." Song Shiqiu felt that if he didn't say it, Lin Jin might be fooled by someone one day. A person in gorgeous clothes suddenly appeared in front of the refugees, and that person was a girl who was powerless. It goes without saying what would happen.

This kind of thing has happened in all dynasties, so Daxia allowed women to donate disaster relief food and funds in their own name, but did not allow women to distribute porridge on their own.

"I'm actually not that stupid." Lin Jin understood what Song Shiqiu meant. Although she knew that this was concern, she still couldn't help but complain.

She currently has no money and no power. Even if Song Shiqiu doesn't say anything, she can't do anything. She doesn't have the heroine's system, and she can't buy food in the mall like the heroine. Only the heroine can do such a glamorous thing. Where does she get the capital?

"Heh." Song Shiqiu just smiled with an ambiguous meaning, "Don't go back in such heavy rain. You should stay in your sister Shixia's yard today. She has missed you a little during the few days you have been away. You can have a good chat with her."

Lin Jin felt that she was being looked down upon, and it was difficult to say anything. She just secretly raised her middle finger in her sleeve and said, "I miss Sister Shi Xia, too. Sir, I actually have something else to ask you. Do you want to hear it?"

"You talk, I'm listening." Song Shiqiu raised his eyes slightly, picked up the tea and took a sip.

"Well, do I have to learn so many things? Can I not learn so much? I feel like it's not very useful to me." Lin Jin picked his fingers nervously when he said this, which was similar to bargaining with family members about not wanting to go to so many cram schools.

The teacups made crisp clinking sounds, and the front hall was quiet with only the sound of rain. Even the servants around felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and they dared not make a sound, trying to reduce their presence.

Song Shiqiu gritted his teeth and tried to make his voice sound gentle: "The reason is because you think it looks useless? Do you know that if you don't have anything to show off when you attend banquets in the future, and you only know the basics of what you should know, you won't even be laughed at?"

Lin Jin's hands hidden under her sleeves kept stirring, hoping to ease her nervousness: "Who would invite a concubine like me?"

These so-called banquets were equivalent to the upper-class social circles in modern society. She was poor and of low status, so she could never be invited to any of them.

"Ajin, you have to understand one thing. Since you were able to enter the Women's College, even without me, you are no longer the Lin Liu of the past. It's just that as a student of the Women's College, you can go to many banquets in the capital." Song Shiqiu was afraid that Lin Jin didn't understand, so he knocked on the table.

Lin Jin bit her lip, feeling a little conflicted.

Song Shiqiu looked at her like this and thought that Lin Jin was having a tantrum: "Ah Jin, do you really not want to learn, or did someone say something to you in the Lin Mansion?"

"It's not that I don't want to learn, it's that I don't have enough time." Lin Jin took a deep breath and confessed all his thoughts to Song Shiqiu, "To be honest, sir, I like all the teachers you arranged for me, and I want to learn all these things, but I only have twelve hours a day, and I can't learn so much, so I want to put some things that can be done slowly later on in the future."

As for when to move to, she didn't know. It was difficult to do things across disciplines, especially when there were no successful cases and she couldn't find any teacher.

"I heard that you took over Shangshantang. Do you want to practice medicine and save lives?" Song Shiqiu was not a serious and old-fashioned person. If Lin Jin could really tell him the answer, he would not be an autocratic elder.

"I don't want to study medicine." Traditional Chinese medicine is extensive and profound, and not everyone is born with the innate medical physique like Tu Huaining. Lin Jin felt that it would take more than ten years for him to learn it, otherwise he would be a third-rate mediocre doctor, and coming out to treat illnesses would be a crime of murder and robbery. "I want to grow herbs."

However, cross-disciplinary is not an easy thing, but at least it won’t harm anyone, right?

Song Shiqiu suddenly understood what the prince always told him that he wanted to take the feather duster from the palace maid when he saw Princess Jing'an, because now he really wanted to hit Lin Jin with the feather duster.

"Why are you growing herbs so well? Do you think you have lived too well and have to suffer? Or do you think you were born to be a farmer and you can grow the land well when even the servants can't do it?" Song Shiqiu really wanted to see what was in Lin Jin's mind.

Lin Jin wanted to say that he had theoretical knowledge as a foundation, but a light bulb suddenly lit up his head and he patted his head: "Sir, you are right to scold me, I am confused."

She only has theoretical knowledge in her head, but people of this era do have real experience in planting. Theory and practice cannot be carried out independently. Why doesn't she pass on the theories in her head to the "agricultural college students" of this era?

She is such a fool. She is lonely here as a time traveler, but that doesn't mean she will be isolated and helpless in what she has to do.