From a refugee to a martial artist

Chapter 227 Promotion
The Third Miss didn't say who the enemy was, nor did she say when she would draw her sword, and there was no clue from her expression, but given the Third Miss's temperament, she would probably not attack without a purpose.

Perhaps it won't be long before there is a fierce battle.

Meng Yuan was calm and held the knife on his waist. It was already evening when he came out of Jingyuan.

When I got home, although Jiang Tang was not at home, the house was still bustling. Old Man Jiang and Zhao Datou were drinking tea with Nie Yannian, Tie Niu was standing there in a daze, and Hu Qian and Fu Cui were busy in the kitchen.

Xiangling was also helping in the kitchen. While putting firewood into the stove, she was reading a book very seriously.

Among the people in this courtyard, Xiangling is already the most knowledgeable.

As soon as Meng Yuan came back, the food was served on the table and everyone ate together.

"Don't worry, the little girl will be with the old lady, and Qingqing will take care of her, so she will definitely grow up to be plump and white!" Old Man Jiang and Jiang Tang had never been separated, so he was worried. Nie Yannian comforted Old Man Jiang.

"Miss Jiang also wrote a letter." Meng Yuan took out the letter from Jiang Tang to Old Man Jiang.

"Let me read it!" Xiangling saw that someone had come, so she quickly took the letter and was about to tear it open to read.

Hu Qian touched Xiangling's small bag and said, "President, let's read it after dinner." She meant to read it after everyone left.

Xiangling listened to the advice very well, "Then read it after you are full!"

After they had their meal, they talked about what they had seen and heard in the capital. It was already getting late.

Meng Yuan went to see Nie Yannian off again and escorted him all the way out of the palace.

"If you have nothing to do, come and stay at my house." Nie Yannian said.

"Sister Qingqing is not here again." Meng Yuan is an honest man.

"If Qingqing is not here, then she can't come to my house?" Nie Yannian frowned. "She has two little girls with her. They have been with her since they were little. You have seen them. She brought one with her to the capital this time, and there is another one left at home. You will have someone to accompany you when you go."

Is this something a father can say? Meng Yuan rubbed his brows and said, "I'm not someone who's after sex, so forget it."

"You're being too high-minded!" Nie Yannian said disdainfully. He tapped Meng Yuan's chest and said, "Hu Qian just kept picking food for you. Her intentions were not good. I saw it. You better be careful!"

"..." Meng Yuan didn't have any idea about Hu Qian, but he still responded: "Yes."

The two chatted for a while about tomorrow's arrangements, and then Nie Yannian left and Meng Yuan returned home.

There was no one else around, so Xiangling hurriedly tore open the envelope and read Jiang Tang's letter word by word.

The letter didn't mention anything important, it just asked Mr. Jiang to take care of himself and told Xiangling not to work too hard.

"Oh, my young wife is so nice!" Xiangling sighed.

Meng Yuan then took out the gifts, which were some food picked by Jiang Tang and Nie Qingqing, as well as six poetry collections, which were specially given to Xiangling.

"Little gelder, you are so kind!" Xiangling was very happy and asked seriously, "What is popular in Beijing nowadays?"

"Reading is in fashion." Meng Yuan actually didn't know what was in fashion, he was just making it up.

"I'm in fashion too!" Xiangling believed it.

After talking for a while, Mr. Jiang felt a little sleepy, so Meng Yuan sent him to sleep, and then took Xiangling back to his room.

Xiangling was not sleepy at all. She lit the lamp, took out pen and ink, and discussed with Meng Yuan how to reply to Mingyue and Yingmei.

"Grandma Ying said my handwriting is ugly, and she also said my poems are not good." Xiangling stamped her feet in anger, "How can you look down on me?"

She bit the tip of the pen and thought carefully with Meng Yuan for a long time, but in the end they still couldn't write the letter.

"No hurry, I'll ask Third Grandma tomorrow, she has a lot of bad ideas!" Xiangling actually understood the principle that a gentleman is good at making use of things, and then she pestered Meng Yuan to talk about the elegance of the capital.

Meng Yuan naturally said whatever he wanted to say, and Xiangling was dazzled by what he heard.

"When I save enough money, let's go to Beijing together!" Xiangling was very motivated. "What have you done this month?" Meng Yuan asked.

"I'm working in Jingyuan!" Xiangling said proudly, as if it was a matter of course, "My current position has changed to Jingyuan's Chief Inspector!"

In the past, Xiangling earned seven liters of silver a month, and was appointed as the Inspector of Jingyuan by the Third Miss, with ten taels of silver a month.

Now that he has become the Grand Inspector, he has indeed been promoted. This shows that the Third Miss is clear about rewards and punishments.

"How much has the monthly silver increased?" Meng Yuan asked.

"The monthly salary hasn't increased!" Xiangling said seriously, "Third Grandma said that she wants to give me more responsibilities and observe me first!"

There are more things to do but not more money, and you are still happy? Meng Yuan didn't want to dampen Xiangling's morale, so he just asked, "You haven't been home for the past month?"

"No." Xiangling sighed, "I can't leave!"

"Then let's go to your hometown tomorrow to take a look?" Meng Yuan smiled, "And ask Dugu Kang to come along."

"Let me check my schedule." Xiangling said solemnly while unpacking her small bag, "I'm very busy!"

"..." Meng Yuan was shocked. This little Xiangling is really becoming more and more successful. She even wants to make arrangements in advance.

Xiangling took off her bag, took out a booklet, flipped through a few pages, and then leaned over to the candlelight and looked at it carefully. Then she said, "Tomorrow Third Madam will trim her nails and paint her nails. I have to watch her from the side!"

She lowered her voice and said, "Twenty coppers!"

Isn't this Third Miss too stingy? She even made Xiao Xiangling addicted to doing the work!
"What about the day after tomorrow?" Meng Yuan asked again.

"Well, the day after tomorrow I will paint Sister Jianzhu's nails." Xiangling tilted her head and thought for a while, then said, "Tomorrow I will work harder and do Sister Jianzhu's work as well, and I will take a day off the day after tomorrow!"

"Do you have to work all the time? Can't you take a leave?" Meng Yuan asked.

Xiangling put the booklet into her bag and tied it up carefully. "Third grandma said that I am a fake poet now and can only call myself a poet in Laobiekeng. If I want to be a real poet, I have to work hard. This is called..."

She tilted her head, stretched out her claws to scratch, thought for a while and then said: "To understand the world is knowledge, to understand human nature is writing."

The Third Miss even lied to Xiangling! Meng Yuan was stunned for a moment, then asked: "Then have you understood the world? Have you mastered the human relationship?"

Xiangling shook her head and said, "Third Madam said that haste makes waste."

You've tricked the child into being a fool! Meng Yuan could only nod and said, "That's right. Let's go to Beijing to look for Jiang Tang and your sister Nie in a few days. There are many people in Beijing, and there are many poets. If we visit them more often, it will definitely be more beneficial than staying in Jingyuan."

Meng Yuan felt that Xiangling might be able to chat with Huanxi.

Xiangling was the most receptive to advice and agreed with what made sense. She held the small bundle very seriously and said, "Life in the capital is not easy. I have to learn another skill so that I can earn money and be a poet at the same time."

Even though you are a poet, you still need to earn money to support your family? Just sell poems and wine!

Seeing that Xiangling was down-to-earth and honest, Meng Yuan did not explain and asked, "What craft do you want to learn?"

"My godmother said, 'It's good to have many skills!'" Xiangling stared with wide eyes, which made a lot of sense. "I can do a lot. I can paint nails, mix paints, pick lotus flowers, stir-fry tea leaves, write big characters, and teach."

Xiangling was not very confident, "I don't know what the market is like in Beijing."

"Then let's discuss with Jiang Tang and Sister Qingqing to see what kind of business we can do." Meng Yuan said.

Xiangling nodded in agreement and said, "I wonder if there will be another boss as generous as Third Madam by then."

Don't say your Third Grandma is generous! Meng Yuan rubbed his forehead.

Xiangling sighed again and said worriedly, "If I leave Jingyuan, what will I do in the future if Third Madam is so lazy?"

(End of this chapter)