Chapter 168: Accommodating - Rebirth of the Noble Daughter
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Chapter 168: Accommodating
Feng Jinlin frowned as he looked at him; he was indeed Feng Jinxu's biological son. Since childhood, he had seen Feng Jinxu's diligent study habits day and night, but he never expected that Yunhe would surpass him. Could it be that the scholarly nature of the Feng family would be inherited? Why didn't he have this kind of determination?
Next to him, Yin Canwen advised him, "Forget it, it's good that the young master has a desire to improve himself. Let's not disturb him."
They placed the retrieved food beside the charcoal brazier, worried that it would get cold. They used a hot water cloth to warm their hands and began to review what the master had said today.
With such an atmosphere in the room, Feng Jinlin couldn't slack off even if he wanted to, so he had to follow suit and read.
It's unclear how much time had passed, but it was already pitch black outside. Feng Yunhe finally put down the book in his hand and his small face finally relaxed a bit. Seeing that his second uncle and Uncle Yin were still studying by the lamp, he didn't dare to disturb them. He signaled for Han Jiang to take the food box to the adjacent room and started eating.
Opening the food box, the food still had some warmth, though it wasn't as fresh as when it was brought in. However, Feng Yunhe had been hungry for most of the day, and he couldn't afford to care about such details now. He began to eat heartily.
At six years old, it was time to grow taller, especially since Feng Jinlin would take time out every day to supervise his physical exercise. Therefore, his appetite had grown considerably compared to before.
Han Jiang waited beside him, pouring a cup of hot water next to Yunhe's hand and said with some concern, "Young Master, eat slower. If it's not enough, there are pastries brought from home, specially prepared by Third Miss for you, in case you get hungry in the middle of the night."
At the mention of his aunt, Feng Yunhe smiled happily.
"It's alright, keep the pastries. Second Uncle brought plenty of food already."
Han Jiang nodded. Just as Feng Yunhe was devouring his food, someone knocked on the door outside.
The master and servant exchanged glances, and Feng Yunhe loudly asked, "Who's there?"
If it were his second uncle or Yin Canwen, they would have come in long ago and wouldn't have knocked on the door. Sure enough, a deep voice sounded from outside, "Yunhe, it's Master Zhao."
Master Zhao was the teacher specially assigned by Yunqi Academy to teach the children who enrolled there. His lessons were easy to understand and interesting.
He once said in class that reading should not only involve the books in one's hand but also involve perceiving the common people.
The sowing of grains in March, the blossoming of flowers in April, the pond in June, and the abundant fruits in August—all the growth of everything should be part of learning.
Therefore, Yunhe respected Master Zhao very much.
"Master, please wait a moment. I'll come over right away."
He quickly tidied up his appearance, wiped the oil from his mouth with a cloth, and went to open the door.
Master Zhao wore a long cotton robe in a pale blue color and he also wore a rabbit fur felt hat on his head. It was cold in the mountains, and he was lean.
He was over forty years old, much older than Fourth Uncle, but he still looked younger than he was, probably because he often worked with the farmers at the foot of the mountain. He exuded the aura of an ordinary person, making people naturally want to get closer to him.
He bowed deeply to Master Zhao and did not dare to neglect him.
"Please get up quickly. There's no need for so much courtesy between you and me."
"I must show respect to Master as instructed by my father at home. Yunhe dare not forget."
Master Zhao looked at Feng Yunhe in front of him, feeling very pleased. He hadn't married yet and had no children under his knees. In the years he had been teaching at the academy, he had encountered many good children, but none were like Feng Yunhe.
Humble and courteous, diligent and eager to learn, without the arrogance of a young master, given time, he would definitely become a pride of Yunqi Academy and a pillar of Da Jin in the future.
With a set of rare books he had cherished for many years in his hand, he handed it to Feng Yunhe.
"I noticed in class that you are also very interested in agriculture. This is the 'Records of Agriculture in the Heavenly Dynasty' left over from the previous dynasty. You might want to take a look."
Feng Yunhe's eyes lit up at once.
For him, he had to study the official history, but he should also learn more about miscellaneous studies so as not to read the books in a biased manner, only recognizing the principles of sages and not understanding the affairs of others.
"Thank you very much, Master. I will read it carefully."
He carefully took the box over and opened it to take a look. It was well preserved. Although the book was a bit yellowed, it did not affect reading. He respectfully bowed to Master Zhao.
After taking a look at the food on the table that had not yet been finished, Master Zhao reached out and patted his not very tall shoulder, sighing, "With a child like you in the Feng family, it's really good."
The language was simple, but the emotions were strong.
Feng Yunhe also felt happy to hear these words in his heart, and he felt that he had to work harder not to let down the trust of so many people.
As the night grew darker, the moon hung in the sky like a hook, and the stars twinkled around it.
The next day, the two uncles and nephews got up early and practiced martial arts in the yard.
At the same time, Feng Jinlin also taught him some simple self-defense techniques. Fighting was out of the question, but self-protection was possible.
Just as he was teaching carefully, Wen Mengsheng walked in with the book boy.
With such a graceful appearance of a noble young master, wherever he went, he was warm and gentle. Feng Jinlin's face turned bad when he saw him.
Most of the time, he couldn't stand him, mostly because Ah Yao hated him, but now after hearing about the marriage between the Wen family and Princess Changlin, he really looked down on him completely.
Liang Gongzi was weak, but Wen Mengsheng was cunning.
Using his own people as stepping stones to pave the way for the future, the Wen family did a good job!
Knowing that he was coming over today, he couldn't be bothered to pay attention to him. He said to Feng Yunhe, "Keep your eyes on the front and concentrate on practicing."
"Brother Feng." Wen Mengsheng was very polite, but unfortunately, Feng Jinlin didn't even lift his eyelids, only focusing on teaching Feng Yunhe how to stabilize his lower body.
Being ignored like this naturally made Wen Mengsheng feel resentful. However, he came today with important matters to attend to and had to endure this humiliation because his father had instructed him to get things done.
"Brother Feng, we have heard that Uncle Bai is seriously ill. There is a bottle of Qianling Pill passed down from our ancestors in the family, which may help treat Uncle Bai's illness." After speaking, he took out the medicine bottle from his arms and handed it over respectfully.
His sincere attitude made people feel that the Wen family was sincere. They even brought out their ancestral spirit medicine.
Unfortunately, Feng Jinlin didn't buy it. He said coldly to Wen Mengsheng, "Mr. Wen, keep this thing and use it for your own family. His Majesty has sent divine medicine to Uncle Bai, and his condition will naturally improve."
He acted as if he couldn't be bothered with this, angering Wen Mengsheng almost to the point of losing his temper on the spot. However, his father had instructed him to get things done today, so he could only endure.
"Brother Feng, there is no enmity between you and me. Why are you rejecting me like this? This medicine is a rare treasure. Even if Uncle Bai has received medicine from His Majesty, it won't hurt to accept this."
"Oh, Mr. Wen speaks so well. Naturally, there is no enmity between you and me, but I have never owed anyone a favor. If I accept this medicine today, I'm afraid I will have to pay it back with interest tomorrow."
His words were a sarcastic jab at the Wen family's ruthless methods.
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