The Grand Secretary’s Pampered Wife Chapter 175.1: Green Tea Bitch Ancestor

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Gu Changqing continued to win money until his hands were all soft.
The elderly woman, who was looking forward to emptying someone’s purse, lost her own money instead.
Holding on to Little Jing Kong's head, she couldn't wait to face the sky and scream——
Little Jing Kong: I’ve finally grown my hair a bit, but you almost rubbed my head bald again!
Gu Changqing was like a child who had done bad things behind his parents' backs as his cold handsome face was slightly flushed with excitement.
No wonder his younger brothers like to play around so much. It was really fun.
Of course, what he enjoyed was the process, not the money he won.
It was already embarrassing enough to come to people’s door empty-handed, so how could he take other people's money away on top of that?
But the elderly woman also had her own gambler’s principles.
As one could afford victory, one should also be able to afford defeat. She resolutely didn’t accept the bet returned by Gu Changqing!
After thinking about it for a few moments, Gu Changqing wrapped the money and gave it to several children as new year money.
Gu Jiao looked at the silver bits in her hand and went ‘oh’ in confusion, "I have it too?"
"En." Gu Changqing nodded.
In his eyes, Gu Jiao and Gu Yan were of the same age and both were still children. Since Gu Yan received it, naturally she should too.
Gu Jiao, who was always the one to give new year money to her family, received it from others for the first time.
Well, this bulk of silver actually came from the elderly woman, who bet the most money today and thus lost the most.
Although she also got a red packet from Gu Changqing, it wasn’t enough to cover her losses.
The elderly woman went back to her room to sharpen her kitchen knife. It was time to rob some private money again!
Old Chief on the carriage suddenly felt a chill on his back and shivered!
The old friend that Old Chief went to visit with Xiao Liulang was surnamed Feng. He was once a high official of third rank in the State Ceremonial Bureau. His rank was comparable to that of the Imperial Academy Chief. Of course, in front of His Majesty, Old Chief was still the one with the biggest face.
Old Chief was an expert among the officialdom who was good at employing the thick face and black heart tactic. He knew how to suppress his opponents and pleased His Majesty to win his favor, but still made His Majesty feel that he was a pure and honest scholar.
He was truly able to hide himself deep!
Old Feng was a scholar who really devoted himself to academics.
The State Ceremonial Bureau was the diplomatic department of the State of Zhao, and Old Feng became a senior official of the State Ceremonial Bureau at that time by solely relying on his own strength. He was proficient in six languages and more than thirty kinds of minority dialects. He was a treasure of the language academic circles.
His achievements were far more than these, so much so that three days and three nights were not enough to finish counting them in detail.
It was just that this friend was too honest and frank, and he had a simple mind, unsuitable for the deceitful officialdom.
One day he was framed and nearly charged with treason for colluding with the enemy. Old Chief managed to save him, but both he and Old Chief were already deeply aware that officialdom was not suitable for him.
Hence, he resigned and devoted himself to academic pursuits at home.
He had also traveled to the great rivers and mountains of the six states and to the farthest deserts, treading even the most dangerous Gobi Desert.
He had been poor all his life; even his wife had to pawn all her dowry to make ends meet.
For the State of Zhao, he was a treasure and a blessing, but for his wife, marrying such a husband was a lifelong sorrow.
Old Feng had sons, and there were three of them. However, they were all mediocre. Of course, it was also possible that Old Feng was too focused on his own learning that he ended up neglecting the cultivation of his own children.
Old Feng always felt that his days were numbered, so he wrote a letter to Old Chief, asking him to help him find a suitable successor.
Old Chief finally took Xiao Liulang with him after thinking it over.
When the bedridden Old Feng heard the sound of footsteps, he spoke in a hoarse voice, "Brother, have you come?"
Old Chief said to Xiao Liulang, "Wait for me outside for a while."
Xiao Liulang agreed.
Old Chief stepped into the room and said, "I have come. How are you feeling today?"
In fact, Old Feng was unable to speak well anymore. He pronounced words with difficulty, but his complexion was still a bit ruddy. He answered, "Much better."
Old Chief sat down on the chair in front of the bed, "I think so too. I’m sure you can get out of bed in two days!"
Old Feng shook his head slightly, saying, "My time is coming, I know."
Old Chief secretly sighed. Someone who already had difficulty speaking suddenly became so energetic. Who wouldn’t understand what was going on?
"Have you brought… any people?" Old Feng asked.
"Yes, it is my disciple." Old Chief gave him a look and said, "This time, I’ll reluctantly part with what one treasures and yield my disciple to you!"
"The one surnamed Li?" Old Feng shook his head. "Don't, don't, he’s too old."
Old Chief: Hey, you still have the time to be choosy? And which one of you is older anyway?
The Dean wasn't really that old. He was still under forty, and he was in his prime.
Although Old Chief actually brought his little disciple today, for Old Feng to reject his big disciple like that, Old Chief couldn't help saying sarcastically, "What? You still want to find someone young and tender enough you can squeeze out water from their cheeks?"
Old Feng harrumphed.
In fact, Old Chief understood what he meant. When a person was younger, he would have more time left. After all, Old Feng’s knowledge in this life could not be learned in just ten or twenty years.
"Come in." Old Chief said towards the door.
Xiao Liulang came in.
As soon as Old Feng’s eyes fell on Xiao Liulang's face, his whole body froze.
Xiao Liulang had attended Old Feng’s class when he was a child, so Old Feng should know him.
However, Old Feng’s next sentence almost choked Old Chief to death, "Am I dead already? What, are you dead, too? It's over. No one has inherited my mantle!"
Xiao Liulang：“…”
Old Chief：“…”
It took a lot of effort for Old Chief to make Old Feng believe that the teenager in front of him wasn’t dead.
As for the reason why he didn't die, Old Chief didn't say it, and Old Feng didn't ask.
Living to this age, you would come to know the order of things. One could be aware of some things, but shouldn’t delve into them.
Old Feng was always like this, and so was Old Chief.
Old Chief asked, "Are you satisfied with this successor?"
"Satisfied, satisfied." Old Feng smiled from ear to ear.
At that time, he also took a fancy to this kid. If it wasn't for the Old Chief taking advantage of the fact that he was closer to the boy, he had already taken him to be his disciple long ago.
The biggest regret in his life was that he failed to get a satisfactory disciple.
This was perfect.
They were in a hurry so everything was done simply. Under the auspices of Old Chief, Xiao Liulang performed a simple ceremony of acknowledging a master.
Old Feng was paralyzed from the neck down, and he had difficulty consuming anything. Old Chief let his lips touch the rim of the cup to symbolize his acknowledgement of this master-disciple relationship, although Old Chief was the one who drank the master’s tea.
Since then, Xiao Liulang had become his disciple and successor.
Old Feng asked his wife to bring his lifelong literary treasures, all of which were moved to Old Chief’s carriage.
Old Chief was embarrassed when he saw that Old Feng’s study had been emptied, "Er... sister-in-law, are you not going to keep some for yourself?"
Old Madame Feng waved her hand, saying, "Please, just quickly carry them all away. These things have already burdened me enough all my life, so don't bother me with these things again!"
Old Chief bowed and responded, "I understand. Then I'll visit sister-in-law again if I have the chance."
Xiao Liulang also gave a younger generation salute to Old Madame Feng.
That night, Old Feng passed away.
Probably because his wish had been fulfilled so he now felt at ease to leave.
This incident hit Old Chief hard, and he suddenly realized that he, too, was already half buried in the ground.
In fact, if it weren't for his little benefactor, he would have already died back then in the mountain.
Why did God arrange for him to live?
Old Chief looked up at the starry sky from the yard, thinking about life.
[T/N: ‘Green Tea Bitch’ is a slang which refers to a seemingly innocent and charming woman but actually calculating and manipulative.]Raz P.'s Thoughts

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