For several days, I traveled back and forth between the guest room and Mo Xu’s main chamber. Her injury was gradually healing, her physical condition was good, she was eating and drinking well, and her spirits were improving.
I took advantage of the free time I had to fully utilize the notebook I carried in my backpack. I racked my brains and transcribed every Chinese character, including Tang poetry, Song lyrics, and classical Chinese text, that I could recall and write down in the notebook.
I even suspected that Xuan Country might be some forgotten dynasty in history. Of course, a parallel dimension is also possible, but the fact that the spoken and written language are entirely Chinese (Mandarin and Han characters) is truly incredible.
But I didn’t spend too much energy researching this issue, because you simply can’t find a reason—it’s just a bug. (It’s fictional transmigration; it’s hard to be rigorous!)
Since I come from an advanced scientific era, and Sixiao is my half-foolish son, I decided to give him a primary school-level compulsory nine-year education.
So, on a whim, I wrote down simple addition, subtraction, multiplication, and the multiplication table for him.
Every day, I would spend about an hour supervising him in learning Chinese and Mathematics. The little guy is exceptionally clever and quick-witted; he learned to recognize characters after being taught just once.
Then, he launched into “Why?” mode, following me around all day asking questions. Well, a thirst for knowledge is a good sign.
Consequently, the little guy chattered constantly in my ear, filling my mind with him buzzing like a bee: “Goose, goose, goose… I raise my head to gaze at the bright moon… two plus three equals five… one times one is one…”
Even when eating, he licked up every grain of rice that fell onto the table, not forgetting to show off to me: “Who knows that in the dishes of the meal, every single grain is the result of hard work!”
It’s a good thing that he can understand the deep meaning and apply his knowledge, but why does it feel like he’s going a little overboard?
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🛍️ Shopping Trip
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Mo Xu is extremely career-driven. Just a few days after recovering from her serious illness, she rushed back to ‘Jun Yi Tang’ to deal with some business matters.
Unexpectedly, my attentive care over the past few days led her to assign me the role of an attendant, which is essentially a modern-day secretary or assistant.
The only drawback is that one must always be cautious. As an outsider, I don’t have the qualifications to enter and exit ‘Jun Yi Tang’ freely. So, today was considered a day off for me, and I finally had leisure time to spend more time with Sixiao, which wasn’t bad at all.
Sixiao was hunched over the desk. He hadn’t quite mastered the pen-holding grip I taught him, so his handwriting was crooked. I patiently taught him again and again.
However, inadvertently, I thought of Handan. Her appearance and smile lingered in my mind. I looked at Sixiao’s earnest little head and smiled.
All these things I was doing were scenes that Handan would never see again. Since I was doing it, I should make sure all these regrets were taken care of. Just in case she appeared in my dreams at night to chat… ugh… that would be a little scary.
“Today, Big Brother will teach you how to calculate quantities quickly. Listen up! I have ten steamed buns, and you have five steamed buns. We both eat one bun for each of the three meals a day. Here’s the question: at the end of the day, how many buns do I have left, how many buns do you have left, and how many buns do we have left altogether?”
For a five- or six-year-old child, this was already quite difficult. Sixiao scratched his head but couldn’t figure it out. I held up ten fingers and had him hold up five fingers: “For every bun eaten, put down one finger. You count.”
He quickly figured out the result and excitedly ran a few laps around the room. Just then, Mo Xu pushed the door open and walked in. Sixiao instantly bumped into her arms. She affectionately rubbed Sixiao’s head:
“What good news is there? Xiaozhi is so happy?”
“I was teaching him some calculations. He got it right, so he went crazy with joy. I thought you’d be gone for a long time on business; I didn’t expect you back so soon.”
I stood up to greet Mo Xu. She was wearing a sky-blue robe, her hair neatly tied back, looking very capable, and her face was as radiant as usual. She reached out and pulled my sleeve:
“Let’s go.”
“Huh? Go where?”
“I promised earlier that I would get you some decent clothes. You’ve been here for many days, spending all your time with me, and I noticed you haven’t left the premises. Since I’m free today, why don’t we go out and explore Deyifu?”
New clothes! New clothes! New clothes! Oh my god! I can finally get rid of this rough, coarse attendant’s outfit!
Let me ask one question! What woman doesn’t love clothes, bags, and shoes? If I could just get a few lipsticks, it would be complete! Stay calm! We can win!
Before I could answer, she already took Sixiao’s hand: “Xiaozhi, we’ll get you some clothes too. Big Sister is taking you out to eat delicious food today.”
Hearing this, the little rascal was excited and danced with joy again. For a moment, I had the strange illusion that we looked like a family of three going out for a trip.
“That’s too much trouble for you, Miss Mo Xu.”
“What are you saying, Young Master Ji? I am a businesswoman; I never do business at a loss. There’s no such thing as being too much trouble. You are my benefactor; this gesture is nothing.”
I was just being polite! Did you really think I didn’t want it? I can barely control the primal urge to shop inside me. Hurry, hurry, take me shopping!
So, there are business opportunities everywhere. If I set up a commercial model similar to a certain modern shopping platform in the provinces near Xuan Country’s capital, could I… also run a “Double Eleven” event and eventually become extremely wealthy?
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📏 Measurement Mishap
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I thought that going out meant taking money, people, and shopping dreams. Mo Xu made me realize that wealthy people don’t play like that.
Although I had seen the grand displays of Shui Xin and that scoundrel from Duke Zhong’s family, Mo Xu’s entourage wasn’t far behind.
The two adults and one child sat in the carriage, leisurely observing the bustling street scenes of Deyifu. We were flanked by guards both front and back. An unknowing person would think a high official was passing through.
Getting off the carriage, I immediately spotted the wooden plaque engraved with the three characters: “Ready-to-Wear Clothes Shop.” Before I had taken two steps, someone rushed out, greeted us with a smile: “Hall Master of Jun Yi Tang, your arrival is a great honor; please forgive us for not welcoming you sooner!”
It was all the usual business compliments and formalities. After exchanging pleasantries, we followed the shopkeeper inside.
A dazzling array of fabrics was displayed side-by-side. I reached out and felt the quality. It felt genuinely comfortable; it must be expensive.
Somebody! Make me ten dresses! I want to return to my female identity! This Auntie does not want to wear men’s clothes anymore! Ah! So frustrating!
“Sijie, those are the silks for making women’s clothing. Men’s are over here.”
For the first time, Mo Xu naturally called out my name, which surprised me. Seeing her cover her mouth and chuckle, I could only sweat awkwardly: “Uh… I… I was just looking, just looking.”
She held Sixiao’s hand with one hand and pulled my arm with the other, walking towards the area with men’s fabrics. I felt like a wilted cucumber, completely uninterested.
I want something pretty and vibrant! The color palette of these men’s fabrics is worse than a straight man’s style—I reject them!
“What’s wrong? Don’t you like them?”
Mo Xu turned her head to look at me, immediately sensing my true feelings. I quickly waved my hand and shook my head. She casually picked up a piece of dark jade green fabric and held it up against me:
“Sijie’s skin is especially fair. Wearing dark colors will make you look more spirited. What do you think?”
I don’t know why, but the look in Mo Xu’s eyes when she looked at me carried an indescribable feeling. Not only her address but her actions were becoming increasingly intimate.
My emotional intelligence is low. I don’t understand. Don’t flirt with me. I’m still a child. Mommy, a girl is flirting with me… Right now, my internal drama is getting out of hand.
Although I disliked them immensely, I still chose a few sets of fabrics according to Mo Xu’s taste. Sixiao followed suit. Whatever I wore, he wore, calling it “parent-child matching outfits.”
When the tailor in the shop was about to measure my chest, I felt a slight worry. But quickly, I found my concern laughable.
Why, you ask? Haha, what is Chibi Maruko-chan (Cherry Maruko) to this? What are Wangzai Mantou (sweet steamed buns) to this?
“This Young Master is very slender, too thin. Your chest is actually concave.”
The tailor’s words were more than just a massive injury; don’t give me a forty-meter-long blade—just give me a gun, and I can smile while shooting him into a sieve.
The immutable fact is: I have new clothes!