Jing Xingzhi’s Daily Life in Ancient Times

Chapter 42 - I



Liu Fang was startled for a moment, then displayed an amused expression towards Jing Xingzhi and asked him with a smile, “I plan to hire you for a lifetime, how much do I have to pay?”

Jing Xingzhi, lost in mathematical thoughts, assumed he still had eighty years to live. “Then one year are three hundred and sixty-five taels, ten years is three thousand six hundred and fifty taels, and then multiplied by eight…”

Jing Xingzhi reported the number, cupped his hands, and said with a smile, “Twenty-nine thousand two hundred taels, round up. Thirty thousand. Thank you, Boss Liu, and I wish you a good year!”

“Then just wait; I can earn this amount next year.” Liu Fang took this joke seriously and actually planned to make it happen.

Last time, they had their first encounter with the ancient government. The county magistrate, He Zhifang, was like a time bomb, but now that He Zhifang had been brought down, he would inevitably face the outcome of being beheaded at any time.

Moreover, He Zhifang was slapped, and when the new county magistrate took office, he would inevitably inquire about the previous one. By then, Jing Xingzhi and Liu Fang would be guaranteed an easy life by the new magistrate.

Therefore, it could be foreseen that Jing Xingzhi’s future would definitely be smooth with Fang Qichen’s help, and Liu Fang would also be able to stretch out his own hands and feet to do something. Although he might not be able to fully display his skills, he wouldn’t have to be as restricted under local bullies.

Jing Xingzhi saw that Liu Fang’s mind was diverted and continued to eat.

Not to mention, Liu Fang’s cooking skills were really good, and every dish seemed to suit his taste.

Jing Xingzhi finished two bowls of rice, touched his slightly bulging belly, and said, “I’m so full, so happy!”

“Then we won’t change the cook?” Liu Fang suggested.

Last night, Jing Xingzhi mentioned it again and asked Liu Fang to find a cook. However, Liu Fang felt that he could easily cook three meals a day if he didn’t go out, and he would be very happy to feed Jing Xingzhi on his own.

Hearing Liu Fang’s words, Jing Xingzhi shook his head: “Find one; it’s so hard to cook every day!”

Liu Fang wanted to say it wasn’t hard, but Jing Xing’s words were full of consideration for him, and he couldn’t bear to refuse.

Liu Fang thought for a while and said, “Then find someone who can cook different cuisines than me. If you are too busy, let him cook. If you want to eat my cooking on weekdays, just tell me. Don’t be embarrassed.”

As for finding someone, why couldn’t the cook who came here learn from it? Of course, Liu Fang didn’t need the cook to know these dishes that Jing Xingzhi liked.

Liu Fang felt that the word scheming was written on his body, but Jing Xingzhi opposite him had no idea.

Jing Xingzhi nodded: “Okay, I don’t know what delicious food out there was in ancient times.”

After dinner, they talked again. Jing Xingzhi basked in the warm afternoon sun and read a book comfortably against the pillow Liu Fang brought. How comfortable he was.

Jing Xingzhi raised his head and looked through the window. Liu Fang’s figure had completely disappeared on the mountain trail behind.

He lowered his head and muttered, “Xiao Fangfang is really a good wife and mother. I always feel that I will be raised to a fat pig. Don’t be too decadent, read and read!”

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There was something to do, and time flew by.

When Wang Zhuang came to find him, the book in Jing Xingzhi’s hand was replaced.

He was engrossed in reading while Wang Zhuang squatted nearby, waiting for a long time before Jing Xingzhi noticed him.

Jing Xingzhi put down the brush in his hand and was surprised, “When did you come? And you didn’t say anything?”

“I’ve been here for a while. I didn’t want to disturb Young Master Jing’s reading.”

Wang Zhuang stood up and said, “The chief asked me to come over and to ask, what does Young Master Jing think of Wu Qing?”

Liu Fang mentioned this matter at noon, and Jing Xingzhi replied as expected, “Whatever is found, deal with it.”

Wang Zhuang thought of the chief’s words, glanced at Young Master Jing, and repeated, “But Wu Qing has defected to our side, which is obvious to all. After helping us, and bringing down He Zhifang, wouldn’t it be seen as too cruel?”

Wang Zhuang finished his question, just stared at Jing Xingzhi’s face, because he had to report the scene to the chief when he returned.

Jing Xingzhi turned a corner in his mind, thinking that the old man was playing tricks on him again.

Then Jing Xingzhi deliberately frowned and slapped the table angrily, “Cruel? Those who were robbed of money and lost their lives are the real sufferers, right? Doing things impartially means being cruel? Wang Zhuang, you are so confused to think so!”

Jing Xingzhi pointed at Wang Zhuang with a heartbroken expression, “Are you trying to protect the person who made the mistake just for the sake of face? I don’t believe the teacher would think so; otherwise, why does the teacher need to investigate this matter thoroughly?”

Wang Zhuang said slightly, “It’s not…it’s not me…”

“Have you reflected? You know you are not right. As long as you know, I will not mention this matter to the teacher. Please don’t have such wrong thoughts again.” Jing Xingzhi stared at Wang Zhuang with a look on his face that said, ‘You just know you were wrong.’

But…Wang Zhuang didn’t think so at all! This was the idea of the chief, asking him to ask Young Master Jing to see how the young man would react after hearing the question.

Wang Zhuang thought about Young Master Jing’s disappointed appearance and also thought about Young Master Jing’s firm rebuttal.

He didn’t expect that the young man could still teach him what was right and wrong?!

Wang Zhuang couldn’t tell the old chief this, so he nodded reluctantly and admitted, “I know I was wrong.”

Jing Xingzhi smiled back at him, a smile that Wang Zhuang was very familiar with. Whenever a teacher mentioned a satisfied student, this kind of smile would appear on the corner of his mouth.

Wang Zhuang thought for a while and simply ran away.

If he didn’t leave, he would become a disciple. He didn’t want to be a disciple anymore and be disciplined.


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