"I didn't think about it," Zhao Lingyun said to Jiang Mingyue: "This box of books is definitely useless to me, but what about the kids in our family?"

Jiang Mingyue: "I heard what you mean, do you want to return the book?"

If she didn't want to return the books, her master would never have thought about whether the children at home needed to read military books.

Zhao Lingyun: "No one will force me to pay it back. Gao Qianli can't ask me for it. I just thought that this was originally something passed down by other people's ancestors. Oh, what should I say?"

Jiang Mingyue: "No hurry, talk slowly."

"Look at this box, this book," Zhao Lingyun kicked the book box, and the book box swayed, and a layer of gray floated up.

Jiang Mingyue didn't do much, Zhao Lingyun wanted to speak, and when he opened his mouth, the ashes entered his mouth, he was choked and coughed.

"I have let the gourd clear the ash in it once. After clearing it, the ash can still fly up and blur the eyes. Our ancestors have never read this box of military books," Zhao Lingyun said while coughing, "I guess they can't remember it. They have the ancestral military books of the Gao family in their hands."

Jiang Mingyue looked at the messy books and book boxes in the house. Not only this box of military books, but also the five generations of ancestors of the Zhao family in the Duke of Yue’s Mansion, have never read much.

"Or it's like this. Let's hand-written the original book for the Gao family," Jiang Mingyue gave Zhao Lingyun an idea.

"I still need to copy it by hand?" Zhao Lingyun asked.

Jiang Mingyue: "Why didn't you hand-copy it? No one read it before, and no one read it now. What if you can go back? Maybe there will be a child at home in the future?"

Zhao Lingyun thought about Jiang Mingyue's words and thought it made sense. Who can guarantee that the descendants of the Zhao family will not have a promising person?

"Listen to Madam," Zhao Lingyun said to Jiang Mingyue.

Jiang Mingyue said: "But you still have to say something to your fifth uncle."

Zhao Lingyun: "Mingyue, I'm going to tell you that I've seen the old man so many times these days. It's apart from the past, and I and the old man may not be able to meet once a year."

Jiang Mingyue smiled with a pursed lips, so the old patriarch likes Zhao Anyang and doesn't like you. The old patriarch's impression of you will remain unchanged, so he will not be as good as Zhao Anyang as he is today.

"I'll talk to the old man," Zhao Lingyun was about to leave as he spoke.

Jiang Mingyue: "It's so late, has he fallen asleep, right?"

Zhao Lingyun stood up and said, "If you sleep, get up again. If you don't discuss this, I will not be able to sleep today."

Jiang Mingyue: "Then you go."

The aunt Hua, who was holding tea outside the house, was about to send it to the house: "..."

So you two are ready to let the patriarch not sleep?

Zhao Lingyun walked to the door and returned. Jiang Mingyue thought that this person was going to take a military book to the old patriarch, but she didn't expect that Zhao Lingyun bent down slightly and whispered to her: "Wait until I come back, it's cold, I'll warm you up the quilt."

Jiang Mingyue smiled and pushed Zhao Lingyun slightly. It was really light, and Jiang Mingyue had no strength at all.

"I'm still shy," Zhao Lingyun happily retreated toward the door.

Jiang Mingyue: "You look at the road."

"What is the way I see? It's enough for me to see you," Zhao Lingyun said.

Jiang Mingyue: "I'm so pretty?"

Zhao Lingyun: "Of course, my wife is the best beauty in the world. Anyone who asks me will say this. If anyone doesn't accept it, I will beat him to death."

Jiang Mingyue laughed. She knew that the words were fake. There were thousands of flowers in the world, and people were the same. Where could there be the best beauty in the world? But this didn't stop Jiang Mingyue being coaxed by Zhao Lingyun.

Zhao Lingyun: "My wife smiles more beautifully!"

Jiang Mingyue: "Then what should I cry?"

Zhao Lingyun: "It's beautiful when you cry. But why are you crying so well? You can't cry, I just love you and laugh."

Jiang Mingyue nodded and agreed to Zhao Lingyun, saying, "Okay, then I'll smile more in the future."

"Oh," Zhao Lingyun praised Jiang Mingyue and said: "This is good, it's my good wife."

Aunt Hua outside the door: "..."

The conversation between these two people is hard to listen to. Of course, if there is no such thing as this, if the fun of these two people’s boudoir, then it’s better to pretend that she hasn’t heard anything.

"You have to talk to your fifth uncle," Jiang Mingyue sent Zhao Lingyun to the door.

Zhao Lingyun: "Well, don't worry, I won't argue with him."

Aunt Hua felt that it would be too difficult for the master to not quarrel.

One foot stepped outside the threshold, and Zhao Lingyun suddenly thought of another question, turned his head and asked Jiang Mingyue, "But who copied this book?"

Jiang Mingyue: "Since it is a letter passed down by ancestors, it cannot be employed by others."

Zhao Lingyun: "What does it mean?" Why did he feel a little panicked when he heard Jiang Mingyue's words?

Aunt Hua couldn't listen anymore and said, "Master, you have to copy this book."

Zhao Lingyun!!!

This is not one book, it is a box of dozens of books!

Jiang Mingyue: "These books cannot be read by outsiders. Brother Zheng and the others are still young, so they can't copy the books."

Zhao Lingyun hesitated for a moment and said, "Or let's discuss this matter again."

What a joke? When he was pressed by the monarch and ministers in the palace, he had not copied a book in a complete way. At this moment, it was time for him to hold his wife and enjoy his happiness. He had to copy a box of military books?

Jiang Mingyue asked in a low voice: "Are you afraid of copying books?"

Zhao Lingyun: "I'm not afraid of copying books. Am I still taking the debt collection errand? I'm afraid I don't have this time."

Jiang Mingyue: "Who will the next person of the priest collect debts?"

Zhao Lingyun opened his mouth and said, "He didn't say this."

Jiang Mingyue: "Then you have time."

Instead of letting you go out to collect debts and become a debt collector, and everyone shouts to beat you, you might as well stay at home to copy books.

Zhao Lingyun: "But the emperor will issue an order at any time."

Jiang Mingyue: "Let's talk after the emperor issues an order."

Zhao Lingyun struggled and said, "Or let's discuss it again?"

Jiang Mingyue stopped talking and looked at Zhao Lingyun.

Zhao Lingyun clapped his hands, "By the way, let Gao Laoer and Gao Laosi copy it. I will return the book to their family. Can't they do some work for me?"

Jiang Mingyue shook her head, "You have to do this yourself to feel at ease."

Zhao Lingyun frowned, and then he understood what Jiang Mingyue was saying. What if the two brothers of the Gao family copied a few fewer paragraphs? You have time to proofread and check word by word, so you might as well copy it yourself.

"After all, it is to be passed on to future generations, so you can't be careless," said Jiang Mingyue.

Zhao Lingyun understood that he had copied this box of books.

"I, I'll go find the old man," scratched his head, and Master Zhao left with a drooping face. It's conceivable that his life would be better.

Seeing Zhao Lingyun leaving, Aunt Hua whispered to Jiang Mingyue: "Why did you force the master to copy books?"

Master Zhao seems to be no one who can pick up a pen and copy books.

Jiang Mingyue sighed, she could copy the military books. Didn’t she want to keep this master at home?
Chapter completed!