"Isn't it for my own good?"

Du He complained in his heart, although he did not say it clearly, his face also showed some of it.

Jiang Zhongye saw Du He's expression in his eyes, and did not say it out loud, but walked forward with his hands behind his back, saying lightly: "First of all, when the disciples enter the class, teaching is second, and virtue is the most important. Therefore, during this period, the person who reported it must suffer first and exercise his character, so as not to attract the wolf into the house and destroy the reputation of his ancestors..."

Du He couldn't help but follow Jiang Zhongye's steps, listened with a focused look on his face, unconsciously agreeing, and then listened to Jiang Zhongye's words.

"Secondly, in a team, the division of labor is complicated, and many rules that are not realized are withdrawn from each word and action. No one will tell you alone. Therefore, disciples who have just joined the class must understand the rules of each part and establish contact with the team members during the process of doing erroneous things. When they enter the door in the future, they will not be blind and do not know anything..."

Jiang Zhongye attached great importance to the eldest brother's son, and gave it gentle teachings, unconsciously spread the truth that he had not intended to explain in depth and told Du He.

Although my sister-in-law wrote to ask, Jiang Zhongye still had a little hope. If this kid could stay, would Liankui's family reappear the glory of the eldest brother back then?

Du He is not only his nephew and the only son of the most talented class master in Liankui's class. He has been influenced by his childhood, how could his talent be weak? Jiang Zhongye's general Du He said nothing, but in fact, as a self-taught and monk, Du He has done a good job.

Du He listened to Jiang Zhongye's earnest teachings, and his unhappiness towards Jiang Zhongye disappeared at some point.

He thought that the reason why Jiang Zhongye removed the class rules written by his father was that he was resentful of his father's resignation back then. How could he blame him? After all, Du He himself couldn't figure out why his father had to do something bad business.

Two people, one big and one small, walked side by side, looking like two fathers and sons, making Jiang Ling angry with her eyes coldly behind her, and kicked the wooden pillar outside the door to relieve her hatred.

Zhang Afa, who looked silently for a long time, suddenly said, "My sister Ling, do you know what the new person is from? Could it be that he belongs to Master..."

With the word "illegitimate son", Zhang Afa forced himself back in Jiang Ling's gaze, and changed it to "what relative" which made Jiang Ling stop and said lazily: "You can't watch it yourself. Maybe he is really my father's biological son, and I brought it to you."

Zhang Afa knew that he had made the young lady unhappy, so he quickly made up for it: "Girl, it's not that I think about it. In fact, it seems that he might be the relatives who came over with the kindness of the headmaster and took over the corner. The headmaster accepted it because of the face. How could he compare with the girl?"

Zhang Afa accidentally hit Jiang Ling's mind. Isn't Du He the son of his uncle? But he is not the uncle. He is so spoiled that he can't endure hardship. He ran back from abroad forever. Who knows if he is not good at studying and is driven out by someone. Even if he is not driven out, then he will be a deserter when he comes back halfway. What's so proud of?

He snorted coldly, Jiang Ling pouted, stomped his feet, and said hatefully: "Low or later, let Dad know your true face!"

Zhang Afa pondered for a while, and expected that Jiang Ling could not see Du He's attention to the headmaster Jiang, so he smiled and said, "Girl, I want his true colors to be revealed. That's not simple. Are you still caring about that kid? Isn't it better to ask him a difficult problem?"

Jiang Ling's eyes lit up, and in a flash, he came back to his senses. He patted Zhang Afa, who was about the same height as her, and said with a smile: "It's still the eldest brother who has an idea, I'll make that kid angry!"

Du He had just finished his conversation with Jiang Zhongye. The anger he had accumulated during this period of time calmed down. While he was pondering and digesting, Jiang Ling walked over with a slow step.

"When will you leave?"

Jiang Ling spoke aggressively.

Du He shook his head, and still didn't turn back in his mind, and subconsciously said: "I won't leave, I want to learn magic."

"Hmph, Ah, since you want to continue staying, you must not do anything. Isn't this a big deal?" Jiang Ling approached Du He, frightened Du He, and said blankly: "That's natural. I already understand Uncle Jiang's painstaking efforts. Since you want to learn skills, you cannot be different from other disciples. Of course, you have to continue."

"Okay, I'll wait for you!" After Zhang Afa's advice, Jiang Ling also had a new rectification plan for this young master who only knew how to enjoy and could not bear the pain at all. He immediately felt refreshed and smiled proudly.

Du He thought that Jiang Ling wanted to get up at four o'clock to do the job this time and let him do it. He was mentally prepared, but he never expected that the next morning, Jiang Ling did not ask Du He to get up early, but arranged a job he never expected.

The night fragrance.

There are many specialties in old Shanghai. One of the common customs and cultures is the night fragrance car that roams the bells from the alley every morning. When every household hears the ringtone, they open the door and collect the night fragrance buckets. They pay some fees every month. Both sides are very convenient and suitable.

However, before, the disciples took care of their own affairs and took the bucket to the door every morning.

Jiang Ling thought for a long time before he thought of this move. It was impossible for the young master Du and the young master to be angry and would be run away.

Sure enough, when Du He heard Jiang Ling's words, he was so anxious that he blushed and stumbling for a long time before he said a complete sentence, "How can a man, a real man do that kind of thing that cannot be put on the table!"

"Why, if you wake up in the morning and don't pour the Gongguan, can it run out by itself?" Jiang Ling refused to take this trick and immediately refuted it.

Du He blurted out: "We have servants in our family, so I don't need me anyway!"

"Is the servant a human yet? You are the eldest young master and don't know the sufferings of the people. The streets ask which household is not the one who makes the night fragrance by themselves? You have not used it these days because Yu Dachun helps you. Could it be that without Yu Dachun, you can't get up and the night is gone?"

Jiang Ling rolled his eyes without any image, completely leaving Du He with nowhere to retreat.

Du He is a reasonable scholar. When Jiang Ling said this, he thought about it. He seemed like this. He was also overwhelmed by his own and others, so why can't he do it?

Although I always felt that there were still a few bumps here and I didn't understand it, Du He still went to each room to get the night incense bucket with his head down.

Du He had just fought with the class master the day before, but he was not punished. Instead, the class master was sober that he talked with great thoughts for a long time. There was no stupid person in the class, so how dare Du He let them do the job of serving people? They all said that they did it.

Du He asked about no one around, happily carrying his night fragrance bucket to the back door, and grinning at Jiang Ling, who had not seen the excitement.
Chapter completed!