Pei Zhiheng was obviously stunned for a moment, and a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

After all, Ruan Jiao had uttered in front of his face the classic saying in "Mencius", "Heaven will send a great mission to the people..." No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like someone who can't read.

Ruan Jiao didn't look at him, she raised her hand and quickly turned the booklet in her hand from the beginning to the end. Although she could guess a little even with a blind guess, she remembered a more important thing at this time, that is, she didn't Can use a brush!

She grew up in an orphanage, and after studying, she had to work part-time to earn her own tuition fees and subsidize the money for her younger siblings in the orphanage, so she had no chance to learn calligraphy.

Then came the apocalypse, not to mention writing brushes, she basically never touched ordinary gel pens and fountain pens.

The original owner was able to read and write. Although her handwriting was not very good, she also practiced neat calligraphy under the guidance of Ruan Xiucai.

Not to mention whether Pei Zhiheng could learn the characters of the original owner, even if he could, Ruan Jiao couldn't speak.

After all, how should she explain to him that she not only can't read, let alone write?

Pei Zhiheng came back to his senses and saw her distorted face. He couldn't help being a little funny. The anger in his heart completely dissipated. He was just thinking about whether to help her again, but Ruan Jiao suddenly raised her head and gave him a look, " Why are you still here?"

Pei Zhiheng swallowed the words that came to his lips, and he curled the corner of his lower lip, "Since my lady wants to copy the oil lamp all night, then I will use this light to read and write."

Even though he said so, he didn't care about reading the book for a while, the most important thing for him was to see what Ruan Jiao would do.

Ruan Jiao took a look at him, saw that he really went to the bookshelf to pick up a book, read it seriously, and then looked away.

There was still ink in the inkstone that Pei Zhiheng had sharpened before, she rolled her eyes, and then pretended to touch the brush to get the ink.

Holding the pen with one wrist dangling, the other hand wrapped around the wide cuff, the dim yellow light from the oil lamp coated her face with a faint golden light.

Her movements were not in a hurry, and when she was serious about writing, she lowered her eyes and narrowed her eyes. She looked gentle and gentle, and she actually had a charming and reserved feeling.

With every stroke and brushstroke, her expression was extremely serious.

Pei Zhiheng couldn't help but cast his eyes on her, thinking that she was still slandering her illiteracy in her heart just now, and now she started sketching seriously, he was somewhat surprised.

Could it be that she was just talking nonsense just now?

It was still cold in the study room in winter. Although there was a charcoal basin, the temperature it could radiate was still very limited. After a while, Ruan Jiao felt that her hands were a little stiff from the cold.

She couldn't help but put down the pen, rubbed her hands together, and then covered her forehead.

Pei Zhiheng was sitting on the side, seeing her put down her pen and making this gesture, she couldn't help frowning, "Are you uncomfortable?"

Ruan Jiao hummed, with a weary expression on her face, as if she couldn't lift her spirits.

Pei Zhiheng's eyes fell on her head. Although she had wrapped up the injured area and covered it with her hair, he could still see the bloody appearance when Wang Langzhong applied the medicine to her that day.

"Since it's uncomfortable, then forget it, don't write, and explain to the teacher tomorrow." Pei Zhiheng coughed lightly and stood up, unable to bear the curiosity about what she wrote, pretending to care about her, and stood up.

He was tall, and once he stood up, there was nothing to cover up the things on the table.

His eyes quickly swept over the rice paper spread on the table, thinking that the seriousness she wrote just now should be more or less not bad.

However, when the words Dou Da on the rice paper came into view, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching wildly.

If the swaying, even black and mushy things in some places can be called words.

Pei Zhiheng felt that just looking at it was unbearable.

Anyway, an ugly word can't describe it.

He couldn't imagine how his father-in-law would react when he saw this thing tomorrow.

If it was Ruan Xiaodi, he might be beaten to death by his father-in-law.

Just thinking about it, the door of the study was pushed open again, and Ruan Xiucai who had just walked away came back.

He was holding a somewhat whitish purse in his hand, and he could hear the sound of the coins inside hitting as he walked around. He put the purse in Pei Zhiheng's hand and cleared his throat.

"The family can't support you much. You need to use this first. Although you won't go to the county to study, your family is sick and injured. There is always a lot of money to spend. Take it first, and I won't give it to you. If you have it in the future, you can just return it to the old man."

As soon as the purse was in his hands, Pei Zhiheng noticed its heavy weight, he raised his eyes, "Teacher..."

"You don't need to say anything. My girl is spoiled by me. I know that I must have wronged you on weekdays, but she is not a bad person. You don't have to be patient with her for my sake. If she does it again What a bastard, just come and tell me! On weekdays, you and your mother can also teach her more, but..." Ruan Xiucai paused, and quickly said with a straight face: "Don't hit her."

Ruan Jiao didn't expect her father to come back. Seeing the money he took out and hearing what he said, she couldn't tell what she felt, but her eyes were a little hot.

After Ruan Xiucai said that, she was probably embarrassed, and without waiting for Pei Zhiheng to say anything, she turned around with her hands behind her back and looked at Ruan Jiao.

His gaze fell on Ruan Jiao's slightly reddened eye sockets, his expression paused, "How did you copy?"

Because when he entered the door just now, he saw Ruan Jiao obediently copying with a brush, so his attitude was much better at this time.

He just asked casually, without waiting for Ruan Jiao's answer, he looked at what she had written.

At this glance, his face instantly darkened, and even his breathing became short of breath.

With trembling hands, he pointed at Ruan Jiao's "handwriting" with staring eyes, "Is that how you copied it?"

When his daughter was able to hold a pen at the age of three, he personally taught her to read and write. Although he was of average knowledge and couldn't afford everyone's copybooks for his daughter to practice, he had provided her with the best he could provide.

And never ignored her because she was a daughter, she was treated the same as a son.

This is also the reason why Ruan Xiucai dared to let Pei Zhiheng marry his daughter with the cheek. He thought that although Pei Zhiheng was well educated and intelligent, his daughter was worthy.

Now Ruan Jiao's sloppy writing with a calligraphy brush has immediately irritated him severely, she clutched her chest, and almost passed over directly.

Ruan Xiucai has also reached the age of 40 this year. The life expectancy of ancient people is generally not long. At his age, he is already a grandfather.

Ruan Jiao didn't expect him to be so emotional, she quickly threw away the brush, and stepped forward to hold his arm.

Pei Zhiheng also supported him on the other side.

Ruan Jiao was afraid that he would get angry, so she quickly said, "Father, don't be angry, let me explain to you..."

It took Ruan Xiucai a long time to catch her breath, sitting on a chair, staring at her fiercely, "Say!"

Ruan Jiao had already thought up her speech, and immediately said without hesitation, "Father, I really didn't mean it, and I didn't expect it. I thought that hurting my head was not a serious problem. I never thought that I picked it up just now. After writing the book, not only did I feel dizzy for a while, but I couldn’t even read the words on it, and I couldn’t even write them! The more I tried to recognize and write, the more dizzy I became.”

Pei Zhiheng also saw her suffering with his own eyes just now, and nodded after hearing the words, "Jiaoniang's complexion was not very good-looking just now, the doctor said that her injury is slowly recovering, so don't hurt yourself."

Ruan Jiao blinked her eyes, looked at Pei Zhiheng with some surprise, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and her heart burst into joy.

—— "I didn't expect the dog man to be quite upright, and it was not in vain that I played in front of him just now, hum! Forgive him this time!"

——"Hey, they won't ask me to open the wound to show them later, right? The original owner's father is fine, Pei Zhiheng has seen the wound on my head, if he finds out that the wound healed too quickly How to do?"

——"If you are found out...it's normal for something to happen when you drive a mountain road in heavy snow, right?"

Pei Zhiheng's body froze: "..."

The author has something to say:

Pei Zhiheng: So scary!My previous wife only wanted to cuckold me, but this wife always wants my life!