Nanyang 1931: From piglets to giants

Chapter 27 The moon on the sea is the moon in the sky, and the person in front of you is the one in your heart

Zheng Yi was busy the whole day, meeting one person after another, from morning to night. Although he was not in the company, his work intensity was not low at all.

It was not until after eight o'clock in the evening that Zheng Yi remembered that he had not even had dinner.

"Where's Wu Wenhao? He doesn't even arrange for a cook to cook for me."

Zheng Yi went upstairs to see Wu Wenhao, but found that the child was already asleep on the desk with his glasses on. The basic textbook of applied mechanics was still on the desk.

I took out his notes and saw that they were densely packed with knowledge points and questions that he didn't understand. It was obvious that he was planning to ask him for help when he had time. Judging from his progress, he was learning very quickly, and judging from the questions, he really learned too.

He is a child who is willing to endure hardships and work hard.

"Hey~"

After all, he was just a fourteen-year-old boy. Zheng Yi sometimes wondered if he was putting too much pressure on him.

At an age when he should be in junior high school, he spends all day trying to master the science knowledge that he should learn in college, and gets scolded if he fails.

Zheng Yi is not a qualified teacher. He is too busy and cannot spare much time in the whole day to care about his learning progress. He may not be able to spare a large block of time in a week to give him systematic lessons.

As for the rise of the nation, the process of industrialization, and saving the country and strengthening the nation, these big words are really too optimistic for such a child. It is indeed too much pressure for such small shoulders to carry them.

He admitted that he had not been able to fulfill his duties as a master.

On the contrary, this apprentice did a pretty good job. He basically used this child as a housekeeper, secretary, and servant three in one.

"Hmm? Master? Ah, sorry, sorry, I, I fell asleep."

"fine."

Zheng Yi handed the notes back to him and said, "It's also important to balance work and rest. You can't just study like crazy all the time. I'm hungry. Let's eat first. After dinner, I'll take two hours and I'll explain it to you."

"Yeah, yeah." Wu Wenhao nodded repeatedly. This kid really has a strong passion for learning.

As he was speaking, he heard the doorbell ring and Wu Wenhao hurried down to open the door.

"Sister Xiaohuan, why are you here, um... Miss?"

"Xiaohao, is Mr. Zheng here?"

"Yes, yes."

As he was speaking, Zheng Yi also came down from upstairs, and then he was stunned on the stairs for a moment.

There were two women standing at the door, one of them was Xiaohuan, whom he knew.

He didn't recognize the other one, who was much more beautiful than Xiaohuan, but he seemed to have seen the green dress she was wearing.

"Hello, Mr. Zheng, can I come in?"

"Um...of course, of course, you are, Miss?"

As he spoke, Zheng Yi felt that his heart seemed to beat a little faster.

When everyone in the crowd looks at each other, the color of the world is like dust.

I couldn't help but secretly look at the appearance of the person who came. When I made eye contact with him, I found that his eyes were long and charming, with deep corners, and he had specially painted Chinese eye shadow, which swept into the temples, making him look more gentle and honest, but with a bit of heroic Chinese style.

But he didn't dare to look at her and turned his head away quickly, fearing that he would be rude and upset her.

Unlike other beauties, her skin is not fair, but dark olive. Zhang Ailing said that Guangdong women have darker skin, like braised spareribs.

This Miss Nanyang from Guangdong has a deeper taste, like adding a touch of Chu Hou sauce to the braised spare ribs.

But it looks even more shiny and tempting.

"Sir, please don't call me Miss. If you don't mind, just call me Jiazhi."

"Well, Miss Jiazhi, this... I'm just asking, half a year ago I almost died, but Miss Jiazhi saved my life with fifty dollars?

That day, my subconscious was hazy, and I really couldn't see clearly."

Li Jiazhi nodded and said, "It was me. I was on the same ship with you that day. I was on the third deck, and you were supposed to be in the steerage cabin. When the ship docked, I saw someone throwing people into the water. I couldn't bear it, so I spoke out to stop them."

"I never expected to save such a talented person like you. My father and brothers have said that you are a brilliant man among the Chinese people. The hope of our national industry rests on your shoulders. My unintentional act that day turned out to be a blessing for our Li family, and even for our nation." Upon hearing this, Zheng Yi quickly stood up and respectfully saluted her, saying, "I cannot repay you for saving my life. I thank you in advance. If you need me to do anything in the future, I will go through fire and water for you."

"Sir, please don't say that. Jiazhi is a woman, and even among the sisters, she's the least useful. Being able to save such a remarkable person like you is not only a blessing for our Li family, but even I feel proud when I chat with the sisters. I finally have something to brag about."

As she spoke, Li Jiazhi seemed to have thought of something. She pursed her lips, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and smiled very beautifully. The pride in her eyes did not seem to be polite.

"Oh, by the way, I heard you've been busy today and haven't eaten yet, so I made a few home-cooked dishes for you to try. There are both Chinese and Western dishes, and I wonder if you can get used to them."

Only then did Zheng Yi notice that Xiaohuan was carrying a food box on her arm. His attention and gaze had just been on Li Jiazhi, and he hadn't even glanced at Xiaohuan.

When he looked at Xiaohuan again at this time, he felt that Xiaohuan seemed to be looking down on him.

"Today's dishes were prepared by my young lady herself. Normally, even the master rarely gets to eat so many dishes made by her."

As she spoke, Xiaohuan took out the dishes one by one and said, "This is Burgundy beef stew, pan-fried foie gras, braised shark's fin with crab meat, and eight-treasure winter melon soup. You are really in for a treat, these are all delicious dishes."

Li Jiazhi: "Xiao Huan, please treat the master with respect."

"slightly."

Xiaohuan just stuck out her tongue at Zheng Yi and made faces, showing no respect at all.

After all, she had taken care of Zheng Yi for more than half a month and was actually quite familiar with Zheng Yi, so naturally she was less in awe of him.

In fact, it was true that Li Jiazhi paid to save him, but it was actually Xiaohuan who took care of him when he had just traveled through time and was at his weakest, and his life was hanging by a thread, and who really brought him back from the brink of death.

This was the first time he appeared in public in half a year since Li Jiazhi bought him.

Although Xiaohuan was always lazy when taking care of him, at least he was alive.

"How can I be so embarrassed? I'm just a craftsman. This is truly... Miss, you're so kind. I'm unworthy of it."

Li Jiazhi: "I don't know what your taste is, so I made two Cantonese dishes and two French dishes. See if you like them.

I heard that Mr. Wang is from Fujian and grew up in the United States. Unfortunately, Jiazhi can't cook either Fujian or American food. If I have the chance in the future, I would like to learn how to cook for him.

"No, no, Miss, I feel ashamed of your behavior."

Li Jiazhi shook her head and said, "I know that my father and brother rely on you, and what they are pursuing are all important matters for the family, the country, and the world. Jiazhi, a woman, can't help at all. The only thing I am good at is cooking. If you like my dishes, doesn't it mean that Jiazhi has also contributed to this great cause?"

"Mr. Lu Xun once said in an article that he hoped that all Chinese youth would shed their coldness and move forward, without listening to the words of those who give up on themselves.

Those who can do something should do it, and those who can speak should speak out. If you have a little warmth and a little light, you can be like a firefly, shining a little light in the darkness, without having to wait for a torch.

"Jiazhi's only skill as a cook is to contribute to the great cause that my father and brother have been pursuing. I consider myself to be able to contribute a little to the cause, and I am proud of it."

Zheng Yi couldn't help but smile when he heard this. As if a switch had been triggered, he also recited the rest of the poem:
"If there is no torch, I will be the only light. If there is a torch, if the sun appears, we will naturally disappear with all our hearts and minds. Not only will we not feel unfair, but we will also rejoice and praise this torch or sun, because it illuminates all mankind, including me."

Li Jiazhi: "Sir, do you also like Lu Xun?"

"Of course I do. On the contrary, Miss, I never expected that you would like Lu Xun."

After that, the two of them decided to talk about Lu Xun in this foreign country.

Although Li Jiazhi was a woman, she actually liked and even admired Lu Xun from the bottom of her heart. She could recite Lu Xun's articles at will and had read them many times.

Needless to say, Zheng Yi didn't like Lu Xun very much, but when he was at that age in his previous life, he grew up reading the complete works of Lu Xun. He often memorized the entire text and read it with comprehension, which was not in vain.

To be honest, even if Lu Xun himself came to discuss and compare his reading comprehension with his, I am afraid he might not be able to surpass him.

However, although Zheng Yi discussed Lu Xun in this play, in his heart, he was thinking about Zhang Ailing:

The moon on the sea is the moon in the sky, and the person in front of you is the sweetheart.

　Please read it later, especially on Tuesday.

　　This book was pushed too early, and it's about to be revived. This is not the first time I've encountered this situation. Wow, when the number of words is too small, it's easy to fail to get promoted and be PKed.

　　Please everyone read it, woooo.

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(End of this chapter)