Raiding That Tsundere [Quick Transmigration]

Wen Jingshu felt that he might have made a mistake.

In fact, it might not be him who went to the private school to be the teacher, but the guy in front of him who looked at his clothes up and down in the bronze mirror.

"Are you ready? It's time to go." Wen Jingshu looked at the sun outside and sighed.

"Here we come." Hua Zhirong specially chose a new long gown, and asked Wen Jingshu his thoughts several times. The ancient bronze mirrors are not very clear, especially the ones here. Zhirong was not satisfied no matter how he looked at it, and in the end it was Wen Jingshu's praise that he reluctantly accepted.

The children in the private school have already arrived seven or eight times, and it is normal to be absent from class here. As long as the time is up, the husband can go to class directly.

Generally, everyone who can come will come. After all, the village pays the money together. If you don’t come, you will lose money. These parents who are good at calculation will not let their children miss school casually, unless there is something really wrong at home. , People who come here are also taught to listen to the lectures carefully, and at least learn a little bit of things to go back.

Pu Zhizhuan had already explained that it was morning reading in the morning. After Wen Jingshu arrived, he accepted the greetings from the students and sat in front of him. Hua Zhirong sat next to him. The two quietly flipped through the books. The people below opened and closed their mouths, but their eyes looked at the new Mr. directly or secretly.

They had been informed a long time ago that Mr. Xin was a well-known scholar in the village, and he was not uncommon on weekdays, but there was still a big difference between watching it usually and watching it in class.

Take the present as an example, usually they always think that this person is good-looking, but he looks strange, rigid, dull, and silly. Now that he is placed in front of their classroom, this person suddenly looks a lot more majestic. Especially the ruler in his hand, which enhanced his sense of majesty even more.

And this deputy, they have never heard of the deputy, it is so obvious, the deputy has an unusual relationship with the husband, the child is very curious, before he came, he asked the parents a lot, and the parents said it was still Mistress who didn't pass the door.

In this way, children will understand. After all, child brides-in-law are not uncommon here, but such a big child bride-in-law is rare.

Can this still be called a child bride?

The little radishheads who are absent-minded and reading books down there are wandering away.

Wen Jingshu lowered his head and let them scrutinize him. As a training partner, Hua Zhirong was scrutinized a lot, or even more. Who told him to show his face less? Naturally, everyone was more curious about him. .

Hua Zhirong was a little nervous at first, but it turned out that these little radishheads were really looking at them, and everything else was gone, and the question he imagined did not appear.

The content of the class was boring, and coupled with the ancient model, it was naturally not interesting. Wen Jingshu taught the class in a regular manner all morning, and Hua Zhirong almost fell asleep while staying aside.

He nodded sleepily, and suddenly felt that the only advantage of being here was that he didn't need to drink medicine.

"Zhirong," Wen Jingshu finished a class, walked down from there, looked at Hua Zhirong, "We're going back."

"Huh?" Hua Zhirong was a little overwhelmed for a while, this class is only for half a day?

"There are two hours of lunch break, let's go home for dinner first, and fry the medicine for you by the way."

Hua Zhirong: "..."

"Why is the lunch break so long?" Hua Zhirong felt extremely depressed, let alone no lunch break, as long as the lunch break is reduced to one hour, Wen Jingshu will definitely not have time to decoct him.

Wen Jingshu just pretended not to understand his deep meaning. The children in the farm are busy, and the private school is also painstakingly trying to make time for them so as not to delay the work at home. There are two hours of reading time in the morning, plus an extra day in the afternoon. One hour is enough to listen to the teacher's lectures, and those who want to study also have free time for self-study. As a teacher, Wen Jingshu still needs to stay in the private school for half an hour, in case some students want to ask questions.

Hua Zhiyan grabbed a handful of medicine from the room, put it into the earthen pot and started to decoct the medicine. The school had a day off every five days. After the five days of classes, they should go to the medical center in the town Follow-up visit.

Hua Zhirong touched the bag on the back of his head, the sitting doctor might not really be a quack doctor, the bag seems to have disappeared a lot.

As for the past, he still can't remember much, only a rough and vague impression, if it is more specific, it will not work.

"It's time to eat." Wen Jingshu brought the food, and after the two of them finished eating, Wen Jingshu went to pack up the things, leaving only Hua Zhirong sighing at the jar of medicine.

Teaching in a private school did not seem to be as scary as imagined. The two of them got used to it after a day of class, and the children were quite cooperative.

When Wen Jingshu took Hua Zhirong back to the medical clinic for a follow-up visit, most of the bag had disappeared, but the memory still hadn't recovered.

The doctor sitting in the hall stared at Hua Zhirong for a long time, then suddenly sighed: "Didn't you see the missing person notice posted all over the street on the way you came here?"

"What missing person notice?" The two of them were in a hurry just now, and they really didn't take a closer look at what was posted on the street. After all, in this era, these missing person notices for hunting or simply looking for people shouldn't More than ten days and a half months, a batch will be replaced. As for whether they have been found, it is not the relevant people, and they will not pay attention at all.

"You mean..." Wen Jingshu quickly realized it.

Hua Zhirong blinked, is there such a coincidence?

"What kind of missing person notice is it?" Wen Jingshu suddenly became nervous, don't really be caught by his crow's mouth, Hua Zhirong has really become the target of the court.

"What are you thinking about?" The doctor sitting in the hall patted his sleeves, "The He Weiyan family lost a son more than 20 days ago, and the whole house searched up and down for two days and couldn't find anyone, so I hurriedly posted it." The missing person notice has been posted for more than half a month, and this young man has not been found yet."

Hua Zhirong was stunned, but Wen Jingshu was not surprised by this identity. He Weiyan had a name, and he was the richest man in this area, or the richest man in the whole world. There were rumors that the wealth of the He family accounted for the world Half, this is of course an exaggeration, but it also reflects that the He family is indeed very rich.

"What does He Weiyan's family do?" Hua Zhirong moved closer to Wen Jingshu's side, and now he came to his senses.

"The richest man." Wen Jingshu glanced at him, Hua Zhirong's expression suddenly changed: "Is that rich?"

"Yes." Wen Jingshu narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Are you short of money?" Hua Zhirong swallowed her saliva, and her thoughts gradually came alive.

"Que," Wen Jingshu looked at him with a half-smile, "What are you thinking?"

"I'll raise you," Hua Zhirong grabbed his hand and continued to whisper to him, "You will be my wife."

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