Zhu Biao scooped a large scoop of hot water from the bucket and poured it on his head, and the white foam from the soap was rushed to his feet, flowing wantonly on the bluestone slab, and slowly flowing into the gutter along the small groove.

The evening breeze blew through the astringent skin, and Zhu Biao let out a long breath of comfort, standing in the courtyard to take a bath, it was really more refreshing than staying in the bath room to take a bath.

Seeing Ma Du looking over, he hurriedly used a wooden scoop to block Bai Shengsheng's sparrow, "Uncle, don't look at it." ”

Ma Du felt a little funny, "You are not afraid of being seen by those maids and servants in the palace, why are you afraid that I will be seen by a man." ”

Zhu Biao said seriously: "They are different from uncles. ”

Mado knew that he was talking differently, not about gender but about status.

It's like the emperor can guard a bunch of palace maids and eunuchs and concubines, but if these palace maids and eunuchs are replaced by courtiers, the emperor will not do this as long as he wants to make a face.

It's not just because which minister will stage a bloody drama of raising his head and giving a dead admonition, but because the emperor treats the palace maids and eunuchs as his appendages, and the courtiers are not.

Who would mind if their right hand touched their own finch, as if they would often touch it when they were empty and lonely and bored,

"It's windy, don't be stunned, it's not good to have a cold! Rinse it off quickly! ”

At the last trace of the sunset, Zhu Biao rinsed himself with a water scoop. Lao Qi hurriedly handed over a large bath towel, wrapped Zhu Biao, and helped him wipe his hair.

"I said old Qi, how many times have I told you, Xiaobiao is not without hands and feet, you don't need to do such a trivial thing."

The old Qi was very dissatisfied and said: "What kind of truth are you, the young master of the landlord and the old rich family still needs a maid to serve, does the prince want me to serve such a rough man." ”

"My relatives listen to my uncle, and my uncle is for my good." Zhu Biao took the clothes that had been prepared long ago, put them on carefully, and became the rather stylish son of the world again, and it was really embarrassing for him to wear such a strict dress on a hot day.

Today's dinner finally changed back to the way it used to be, a very simple four dishes and one soup, Ma Du immediately quipped: "How can the second grandfather's dinner tonight be so ordinary, is there no money at home?" ”

The old loach sighed and said, "There are still some of them, no matter how many lives you get, you won't eat them, and they're all cheap for this guy." He nodded hatefully, but Qi Xiang's face was too thick-skinned, and his face was not even red all of a sudden.

Zhu Biao said with a smile: "Grandpa, you can't blame me, it's all my uncle's fault that he won't let me eat, you have to punish him well." ”

"That's it! It is! The old loach laughed and slapped Madu twice on the shoulder.

Ma Du was very surprised that Zhu Biao, who usually talks and does things at a glance, would be joking, if it is absolutely impossible to be in the palace, it is really a person who changes the environment.

Zhu Biao's dinner was two large pieces of stewed fish, with the fish bones removed, and not much oil and salt added. Ma Du strictly controlled Zhu Biao's intake of fat and starch, but his nutrition could definitely keep up, so after more than half a month, he didn't see him lose a lot of weight, but he was a lot stronger.

After Zhu Biao finished eating the fish and meat, another servant came in with three bowls of goat's milk. Ma Du, Zhu Biao and small turtle have a bowl for each person.

Madu asked, "Is it fresh?" Can it be boiled? ”

"Don't worry, sir, you smell this fishy smell is definitely just squeezed down, and the milk is boiling, according to what you said about opening a bowl of tea."

Ma Du pinched his nose and drank it cleanly, and after drinking, he burped, his mouth was full of fishy smell, he smacked his lips and looked at Zhu Biao and Xiao Turtle on the left and right, "It's time for you two!" ”

The little turtle smelled a lot of fishy smell and fish smell since he was a child, and a bowl of fishy goat's milk was really nothing, so he brought it over and drank it cleanly.

Zhu Biaoke was embarrassed, "Uncle, haven't I already drunk it in the morning, why do I still drink it at night." ”

"You have been active a lot in the past two days, of course you have to drink a little, and you can grow taller after drinking at night, and your uncle is all for your health."

The old loach also persuaded: "Other old men don't dare to say it, but Brother Du said that it is good for the body, then it is right, he is a doctor." ”

Zhu Biao had no choice but to pinch his nose and pour goat milk into his stomach, and after drinking the last sip, he vomited and almost didn't vomit.

Ma Du gave him a bite of food, "Hurry back to the room and rest, I have to get up early tomorrow to exercise." ”

Zhu Biao asked, "Won't my uncle give me a make-up class today?" ”

"No, your arithmetic class has already caught up with the little turtle, there is no need to make up for the class, just go to the school with the little turtle tomorrow to have a normal class."

Zhu Biao is very smart, or he has his own set of relatively mature learning methods, which are well absorbed like his stomach, and it only took a few days to completely master the mathematical knowledge handed over to him by Ma Du, and completely catch up with the little turtle and that Lin Daniu.

There are many unprofessional emperors in history, poet emperors, painter emperors, carpenter emperors, and the current reigning Emperor Zhizheng of the Great Yuan Dynasty is also known as the Son of Luban.

"Shishizi, my brother doesn't teach, I can learn by ourselves, my brother's lesson plan is with me." I don't know when it started, but the little turtle's stuttering has been much better.

"Good!" Zhu Biao confessed to the old loach, and walked away hand in hand with the little turtle, Ma Du vaguely heard Zhu Biao complaining about how there could be such a strange uncle.

Ma Du is even more strange that there will be strange students who add homework to themselves, if the primary school students of later generations have such an awareness, the parents will not be happy and crazy.

After eating, Ma Du returned to his small courtyard, always felt that someone was following him, and turned his head to see that it was Zhang Wuliu a few steps behind him, hiding in the shadows and startling Ma Du.

"Five or six, what are you doing with me if you don't go home?"

"I feel bad!" Zhang Wuliu's voice seemed to be very aggrieved, like a little daughter-in-law.

Seeing Zhang Wuliu, who was accustomed to being very smug and heartless, suddenly heard him say such words, Ma Du sneered out loud, and really didn't know what kind of expression he was hiding under the shadows.

Ma Duqiang stopped smiling and said to Zhang Wuliu, "Go, follow me to the house!" ”

The maid had already taken the lamp, and when she saw Ma Du coming in, she immediately retreated, Ma Du took a sip of the brewed tea bowl, and saw Zhang Wuliu who followed into the house, Ma Du almost didn't squirt out the tea.

Zhang Wuliu's two goods almost don't know what the troubles are, although they are small people, but they are full of energy every day, and a bite of delicious food is enough to make him happy and proud for a long time.

But at the moment, his expression can only be described by a decay word, his facial features have been twisted into a big "embarrassment" word, Ma Du put down the tea bowl and asked, "Five or six, what's wrong with you?" What's going on at home? ”

Zhang Wuliu pursed his mouth and looked like he could cry at any time, "Lao Liu said that he would promise him to the youngest son of Lao Cui in the village." ”

"That's good!" Ma Du put down the tea bowl, "Lao Cui's youngest son is very capable, Chunhua is also very clever and diligent, and can do a small business, so he will definitely be able to live a good life!" ”

"But my heart is uncomfortable, and my heart hurts as if I was stabbed with a knife!" Zhang Wuliu was already crying, and the tears were falling down.

"It's not promising!" Ma Du kicked him, "You just say that you like spring flowers!" ”