Chapter 338: Divine Immortal Drunk

Put them in the dormitory and give them the sobering soup to drink. Jiang Yunchu looked at those children and smiled helplessly.

What kind of alcohol did they drink?

If I had known, I would have prepared drinks for them; who knows what these kids drank?

Here, peaceful and tranquil, the years are serene.

The people of Kang Fu were busy all day.

"Miaomiao, take this for your mother, this for your father, and this for your Second Uncle." The Old Lady had people make several leather knee guards.

This person is old, their bones aren't good, especially in Jiangnan where the weather is damp; sore waist and legs are common.

"Mother, thank you." Zhuang Miao never expected this day to come so quickly; although her husband cannot accompany her back, Yun Chu will accompany her, and the children will as well.

"Prepare the gifts for the Feng and Li families as well, and be sure not to be rude." Kang Mengxian reminded.

Both daughters married into Jiangnan; the journey is long and far, although there is maternal family to care for them there, the Kang Clan still worries.

"Elder sister-in-law, I'm no good at needlework, only at wielding spears and staffs; I've recently seen a few decent jade pendants to give to the younger generation."

Jiang Fengsheng brought over a box containing three auspicious-cloud jade pendants; the pendants have uniform, clear color, and most importantly, they are from the same piece of material, with consistent grain—this is the rarest.

That's thoughtful.

Zhuang Miao watched the Zhuang clan members gathered here; this is respect for the Zhuang family, and also respect for her.

She felt fortunate that, at the age when her feelings first awakened, the person she met was Kang Lian.

Carriages were readied one after another, and Kang Fu had four carriages prepared; looking at those carriages, Zhuang Miao rubbed her forehead, "So many—will this delay Yun Chu's affairs?"

Kang Lian looked at his own wife and said, "Don't worry, this time Yun Chu said he's going on a study trip; he's surely prepared, and the journey shouldn't be too rushed."

"The road is far; be careful of everything."

Everyone else had left, leaving only the couple about to part; although they were no longer young, they had devoted their whole lives to one person.

Han Fu.

"When the Young Master left the manor, he took two jars of alcohol."

"Wait."

Han the old general suddenly raised his head, gave a false smile to his old wife, and said, "I haven't hidden any alcohol; I don't know where that brat got it."

"It's definitely not me!"

It's not you…

The old lady lazily responded to him, "How much did you take?"

"Replying to the old lady, two jars."

"How much?"—that sentence was asked by the old general.

I didn't hear clearly just now, fearing the old wife would get angry; only now did I hear it clearly—two jars?

Two, jars!

"Where are you going?"

The old lady of Han watched the old man's back as he ran off like the wind—whose alcohol is it, need we even say?

Han the old general arrived at the tree where the alcohol was buried, saw the disturbed earth, two jars—is this brat planning to sleep himself to death?

"Hurry and send a letter to the Princess Consort, and give the children sobering soup; otherwise they won't wake up tomorrow."

This liquor is Divine Immortal Drunk; he normally takes only a small cup, yet that unlucky kid took two jars at once.

He had barely managed to get three jars, but lost two in an instant; he clutched the remaining jar, wanting to cry but unable to.

Divine Immortal Drunk—even immortals get drunk from it, let alone a few-year-old child.

"Still not awake?" Jiang Yunchu thought of those children; at this time they hadn't come for a meal, so naturally they were still asleep.

"Over there there's been no movement; reportedly they haven't gotten up yet."

Zi Su quickly replied, it's almost noon; she was also worried, so she specially went to ask.

"Looks like, when they'reolder, we'll need to teach them drinking culture." Jiang Yunchu shook his head helplessly; these kids really dare to drink anything.

Divine Immortal Drunk!

The Han family hadn't yet sent word, but she'd already had people give them sobering soup; even though they'd slept until mid-morning, you can see how strong this liquor is.

"It hurts." Kang Ziwei rubbed her own head, looking at the three still asleep, she didn't even bother with her own headache, hurried to Kang Nai Xin's side, pushed her, and said, "Nai Xin, wake up."

"Nai Xin, wake up."

Kang Nai Xin, in a daze, felt she was having a nice dream, then was suddenly pushed awake; for a moment she didn't react.

"Third sister."

But soon she realized her head felt like it would split.

On the ladies' side, Kang Ziwei had shouted them awake; on the men's dormitory side, they were also shouted awake.

One by one they drank and slept until noon; if they didn't eat something, it would hurt their stomachs.

"Dean."

Looking at people with heads bowed and limp, Jiang Yunchu felt both angry and amused.

Those who are usually resourceful and scheming also cause trouble in top-notch fashion.

"Our academy is going to produce alcoholics."

"Look at the sun—what time is it? Don't you know your families will worry?"

Han Wengjun gave a bitter laugh, then said, "Dean, I was wrong; it was me who took the alcohol."

Who would have thought that his grandfather's hidden liquor was Divine Immortal Drunk; if he had known, he wouldn't have dared touch it—yesterday he almost got wiped out…

"Hurry up and wash, then come eat." This time Jiang Yunchu didn't say anything else.

"Yes!"

The twelve children all seemed to have made a mistake, extremely quiet.

"Now you're behaving well." Jiang Yunchu looked at Zi Su and laughed, making a teasing remark.

Zi Su softly replied, "Our academy's children have always been well-behaved."

After the children washed up, they each lowered their heads and went to Rhyme Courtyard; even those with hangovers didn't dare feed them anything, just giving them some plain congee.

"Does your head still hurt?" Jiang Yunchu looked at the several children; many of them were drinking alcohol for the first time, especially the girls—Zi Wei had still been sober yesterday, but today their headaches were quite severe.

"It doesn't hurt." Like little quails, they dared not speak or move.

"Alright, you few stay behind; you all hurry back home—don't be late tomorrow, I won't wait for anyone!"

"Yes!"

The little ones responded with a sound, but Zhang San's movements were somewhat hesitant, his steps outward also a bit dragging.

"What's wrong with you?"

Han Wen Jun saw his appearance and knew something must be up.

"I quarreled with my family yesterday." Zhang Cunwen sighed; his parents told him to leave the academy and stay far away from Jia Er—how could that be possible?

He and his family parted on bad terms, and now he doesn't want to go home either.

"With your current grades, you could enter any good academy—why must you linger at Chun Hua Xue Yuan?" Marquis Yongbo slammed the table and shouted angrily.

Zhang Cunwen, who always wore a carefree smile, became serious and stern for the first time: "In your eyes, feelings are just optional; now that my grades are good, I don't need Chun Hua Xue Yuan anymore—I can leave at any time."

"So if I ever get in your way, will you always kick me aside?"

"Doing ungrateful, treacherous things—you can do that, but I, Zhang Cunwen, could never."

He left; shortly after arriving home, he left again.

But where should he go now?

Go home?