Chapter 72: My old man has extra; you don't need to buy them for your son

"Good, grandma!"

Qiao Sheng always knows how to climb up the pole; everyone says that, and if she still calls him that, it would be somewhat improper.

"Good, good, good!"

Na Lan Ruo Lan smiled so much her eyes narrowed into a line.

Two quarter-hours passed, and several sonorous bell sounds came from inside.

Qiao Sheng instinctively looked inside, but because the wall blocked her view, she couldn't see anything.

Na Lan Ruo Lan explained: "This is the bell; it rings seven times when class ends and ten times when class begins."

"Hmm."

Qiao Sheng nodded.

The two of them started chatting again.

Half a quarter-hour passed.

An old man with white hair, wearing a blue long robe, walked over from one side.

As the distance grew closer.

Qiao Sheng got a clear look at the old man's appearance.

He had a pair of peach-blossom eyes, his complexion was fairly fair; although his face already had wrinkles, one could still tell he was good-looking when he was young.

Na Lan Ruo Lan raised her hand to greet: "Old man, you're here, come over and sit quickly."

Soon after.

The old man sat down beside Na Lan Ruo Lan, and as soon as he sat, his gaze fell on her face: "I heard your laughter from afar; what makes you so happy?"

"Is it not good that I'm happy?"

Na Lan Ruo Lan asked him.

The old man's expression paused, then he said: "Of course it's good; I'm just curious why you're so happy, you old woman, I'm asking you, why are you so fierce?"

"Am I being fierce?"

Na Lan Ruo Lan raised her voice to ask him.

The old man quickly shook his head.

Qiao Sheng: "......"

Could he be a henpecked husband? A wife-dominated man?

Na Lan Ruo Lan suddenly realized Qiao Sheng was there, she laughed and said: "Qiao lass, my old husband and I often bicker like this, sorry to let you see that."

Upon hearing that.

Qiao Sheng spoke up: "It's fine, I think it's great; if I could be like you in the future, I might even wake up laughing in my dreams."

The old man finally understood why his wife was so happy.

Having such a well-spoken lass here, how could one not be happy?

Na Lan Ruo Lan became even happier, she opened her mouth to introduce.

Qiao lass, this is my husband, his name is Feng Qingyang; in our private school, he is the only teacher. There are currently eleven students in total.

That's so few?

Qiao Sheng spoke up, asking: "What are the requirements for enrollment?"

Need…

Feng Qingyang had just uttered a few words when Na Lan Ruo Lan gave him a sideways glance.

His wife is really spoiled by him!

No way.

Who made him have to indulge her?

Feng Qingyang looked at Qiao Sheng and said: "Our private school's annual tuition is five…"

"Hmm, how much?"

Na Lan Ruo Lan raised her eyebrows and asked him.

Doesn't he care about face?

Feng Qingyang twitched the corner of his mouth and said: "Can you let me finish my sentence?"

Na Lan Ruo Lan said nothing and just stared at him.

Qiao Sheng tried not to laugh, but in the end she didn't laugh out loud.

Feng Qingyang coughed and then continued.

The annual tuition is five taels of silver; since the academy enrolls few students, it's now cheaper—you just need to give three, two taels of silver per year.

Feng Qingyang, while speaking, asked Qiao Sheng: "Can your son recognize characters?"

He knows the characters in the Three Character Classic; he can read and recite them.

Qiao Sheng answered.

Feng Qingyang laughed.

That's good, that's good, no other problems. Once you pay the fee, I'll give you the books; tomorrow you can send your son to study. As for brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone…

Na Lan Ruo Lan interjected: "My old man has plenty; you don't need to buy them for your son."

(End of chapter)