Be Careful General's Wife!

In Shenshi, Yucai academy went to school. The students went out one after another, carrying their bookcases out of the Academy. The rich ones were carried by the schoolboy and boarded the carriage which had already stopped at the gate of the Academy.

"Young master, it's still early. Why don't we go out for a walk and then go back to our house?" Xiao Wu followed song Ziling with his bookcase.

Two days ago, Mammy Lin visited him and asked him how to do things? Why are these two young masters learning more and more from Haoli. He also said that if he didn't try his best, he would be replaced and sold. If he was sent to sell the mansion, he would never have such a good life. Therefore, he had to let the second young master make some mistakes.

These days, song Ziling is not only a college, but also at home. He feels a little bored. He also wants to go to the street to see people fighting crickets and cockfights.

"No, it's too late to go back. My father should beat me up." The last time he was beaten, he was still frightened!

"No, I've heard that the general is going to leave far away today. I guess he won't be able to return today." He didn't lie. Last night, indeed, he heard that the general was going far away today, and he might not be able to return tonight.

"Seriously?" Song Ziling felt itchy. Since Dad can't come back today, then, he won't know that he will go back late!

"Mm-hmm," Xiaowu nodded.

"Well..." Song Ziling frowned again, shook his head and said, "no, you are waiting outside! My father told him to keep an eye on me. If I go out to play, I will complain

I'm really upset. Youfu is staring at him at his father's order. He can't play outside. What's more, he doesn't dare to tell Youfu what? Because there is his father behind you!

Tut, Xiaowu bit his teeth, and he forgot Youfu, the follower. It's lucky to follow him. He doesn't want to take the young master to the pickling place.

"Young master, what do you think? Let's tell Youfu that you'll go to your classmate's house to do your homework together, and let Youfu go back first. "

Song Ziling thinks this method is feasible. However, since he wants to go to his classmate's home to do his homework, he has to take his classmate to Youfu before he can believe it!

Song Ziling turned her head and looked around. Suddenly, she saw Lu Wenzhi, a classmate with blue clothes and white clothes.

Lu Wenzhi has a delicate appearance. Although he is ten years old, he is still short because of malnutrition. He is less than one year younger than song Ziling.

"Land mosquito, come here." Song Ziling quickly beckoned to him and asked him to come over.

The pronunciation of Wenzhi is similar to that of mosquito. Therefore, some naughty students in this class call him Lu mosquito, and song Ziling is one of them.

Lu Wenzhi's family is very poor. The students of Yucai college are either rich or expensive. The worst is the rich peasants. Therefore, Lu Wenzhi, a poor family, had to be bullied and despised in the Academy.

Lu Wenzhi heard song Ziling call him, a little angry, turned his head to look at Song Ziling, with eyes to ask him "why?"

"You come here?" Song Ziling waved again.

Lu Wenzhi stood and watched song Ziling not move. Although he could not afford to be provoked by the young master of the general's residence, the scholar was still somewhat arrogant. Naturally, he could not be called to come and leave immediately.

Seeing him so, song Ziling was not angry, but Xiaowu, a schoolboy, called out: "Hey, you are so poor. My young master asked you to come here! You are deaf. "

Lu Wenzhi felt insulted, glared at Xiao Wu, turned his head and left.

"Who are you calling names to?" Song Ziling slapped Xiaowu and followed Lu Wenzhi.

Xiaowuleng was on the spot, touching the back of his head with his hand. Was he wrong? Young master, he used to scold Lu Wenzhi in the same way! No, I can't. The young master has been reading a lot recently. His mind has begun to read out the problems, and he has started to walk on the right path. He has to quickly pull him back.

This damned poverty made the young master beat him. He wrote down the account.

Xiao Wu stares at Lu Wenzhi's back, and he doesn't know what he's thinking.