Thrown Into the Wolf’s Den! Zaizai Holds Space In His Hands To Survive the Disaster Year

The crazy scholar shook his head.

"Such a small thing, no matter how hard you work as a teacher, you will be able to do it."

"But those people just laughed at us. If we go back and ask for help, we will be less ambitious than others. It is not advisable."

Shen Ningning blinked her eyes, feeling that what he said made sense.

"Master is right, then be careful."

The crazy scholar sighed: "It's because the teacher is incompetent and can only read."

He grew up in a wealthy family and was familiar with the books of sages, but because of the saying that a gentleman cooks far away, he had never cooked.

In the past, at home, people were served by servants.

Now it was a bit difficult for him to take care of Shen Ningning.

Probably seeing his sadness, Shen Ningning swayed her little feet to bask in the sun.

Her tone was soft and innocent, with a hint of kindness: "Master, this is very good. Why do you have to be omnipotent? Everyone has shortcomings and goals."

Madam Madam thinks she has a good attitude and talks like a grown-up.

He raised his head and asked with a smile: "Does Ning Ning have any shortcomings?"

"Yes!" Shen Ningning nodded without thinking.

She looked down at her swaying little feet, and her voice sounded calm: "Ning Ning has no parents since she was a child, and she was laughed at as a little orphan. This is her shortcoming."

The mad master was startled.

However, without his comfort, Shen Ningning raised her little head and smiled strong and cute.

"So my goal is to find my parents, so that my shortcomings will disappear!"

"There is no shame in having shortcomings. After all, how many people in this world are better at reading than my master?"

Not everyone can have a fairyland, this is Ning Ning’s little pride!

The crazy scholar stared blankly at the little guy in front of him. How could a nearly five-year-old child have such a penetrating mind?

Really smart.

"I learned a lesson from you today, my teacher."

"Master, can you hurry up and grill the fish? My mouth is watering!"

In the dense woods, the laughter of the teacher and the student could be heard.

The fragrant fish meat is sprinkled with a little fine salt, and the grilled fish skin is rolled up and sizzling with oil. The white and tender fish meat is extremely tender.

Shen Ningning found two large lotus leaves, washed them and put the fish on them.

The crazy scholar kept the fish head and tail for himself, and the most fragrant fish body part for Shen Ningning.

The little guy's mouth was greasy after eating, and he squinted his eyes and sighed: "Master is so kind to me. When I am admitted to the Chinese Academy of Chinese Studies, I will repay Master for his teachings!"

"I would also like to tell everyone that the reason why I was able to pass the exam is because of Master's careful teaching."

The mad scholar paused, raised his head, and smiled faintly: "I understand your intention, but don't mention knowing me after you enter the Chinese Academy of Sciences."

"Otherwise, it might get you into trouble."

Shen Ningning was surprised: "Why? Does Master have an enemy in the Chinese Academy of Sciences?"

The crazy scholar smiled helplessly, shook his head and said nothing.

Shen Ningning licked her pink lips, like a disgraced kitten.

"Master, don't be afraid. When I grow up and become a powerful adult, I will support you!"

The crazy scholar quickly waved his hand to persuade her not to do this.

"Ning Ning, I teach you how to read as a teacher so that you can understand things and get out of this mountain to see the vast world."

"You have your own life, don't be burdened with my past. I don't want that either."

The little guy pouted, very puzzled.

Who is her husband afraid of?

At dusk, the sky is filled with colorful clouds, creating a splendid beauty.

Shen Ningning's belly was round and she felt sleepy after playing all afternoon.

On the road illuminated by the setting sun, Madam Madam was carrying her on his back and holding a fish basket in one hand, heading home.

The little guy on his back was already squinting sleepily.

"Master, will there be a teacher as good as you in the Chinese Academy of Sciences?" the little guy suddenly asked, his voice sleepy, as if he was about to fall asleep.

"Yes, there are world-renowned teachers there. They will give you better teachings."

As he spoke, the crazy scholar laughed and looked at the sunset. His handsome and thin cheeks were full of hope.

"In the future, if you have a famous teacher, don't forget to be a teacher."

"No," the little guy braced himself. Suddenly, she asked again: "Master, I don't know your name yet. Everyone calls you crazy scholar, but who were you before?"

The crazy scholar looked at the sunset and his smile faded.

Yes, who was he before? For several years, he didn't even dare to pick up the original name.

The distant, as if it happened in a previous life, the cries and howls of his relatives were still in his ears, making his name the last curse he could mention.

However, when Shen Ningning asked, he suddenly wanted to say something.

"My surname is Dai, Dai Yuheng."

A gentleman is like Heng, and his feathers and clothes shine brightly.

Now that I talk about this name again, the memories of the past come rushing to my face like gorgeous confetti.

He was once a noble son from a well-known family in Beijing, and he relied on his talent to be lively and cheerful.

He was once proud of himself and was a guest at the emperor's table.

He also took the imperial examination, and won three prizes in a row when he was sixteen. It was like stepping on the power of a blue cloud, and his reputation skyrocketed.

All the golden halls and the voices of laughter and praise in the past are like a gorgeous dream, slowly dissipating.

In the end, it only became a little orange-red like the sunset in the distance.

The mad scholar smiled and said, "But Dai Yuheng is in the past. I like the name mad scholar better now."

He used to feel that he was so down and out that there was nothing to be happy about in the world.

Now I am very happy because I have a student.

At least the books he has read, what he has learned, and his interpretation of knowledge can finally be handed over to someone to pass on for him.

Even if Dai Yuheng dies one day, the knowledge he taught the little guy will live on for him.

Shen Ningning was already asleep on her back.

The little guy was playing with great interest, but he was really sleepy at the moment.

"Go to sleep, tomorrow will be a good day with the sun shining brightly."

The crazy scholar looked back at the little guy lying on his shoulder. The sunlight reflected his profile, making his green stubble appear gentler and more elegant.

…

The weather was fine, and Mo Lingwei took Shen Ningning to a jewelry shop in the city.

"After I returned home, I sent someone to check. Concubine Rong's parents are indeed her daughter."

"However, I copied the lotus pattern on your Ruyi after I returned and asked the craftsmen in the palace. They said it was the carving technique of an old palace servant who had left the palace."

"After the old palace man came out of the palace, he opened a silver shop in the capital. He mainly made a living by carving jewelry from silver. I already know the location and will take you there now."

Mo Lingwei was dressed in a navy blue robe, with a jade crown tied into a ponytail. His eyebrows were cold and dark, and his thin, dark eyes were extremely deep.

But when he looked at Shen Ningning, his eyes were obviously gentle.

The little guy was very happy to hear this, and even more surprised: "Brother, you can never forget the lotus pattern after seeing it once? You can actually draw it, it's really amazing."

Whenever Shen Ningning praised him, Mo Lingwei felt benefited every time.

He chuckled: "I know how to do it, more than that, you will know later."

While he was talking, the carriage had already arrived at the door of Yinlou.

Shen Ningning discovered that it was actually the shop where she bought the concentric lock last time.

After entering, there were no guests, and Mo Lingwei's bodyguard directly booked the place.

The shopkeeper was a man over forty years old. When he saw this posture, he immediately stood up to greet him.

"Two gentlemen, what do you need?"

Mo Lingwei handed over the Ruyi piece given by Concubine Rong.

"Look, do you recognize the craftsmanship on this?"

The shopkeeper took it with his hands, took a closer look, and immediately said: "I recognize it. The lotus pattern with entangled flowers is clearly carved by my master. There are not many people in the capital who can be so skilled."

Shen Ningning was overjoyed and asked quickly: "Uncle shopkeeper, is your master here? I want to ask who asked him to carve it."

The shopkeeper smiled apologetically: "What a coincidence, my master passed away three years ago."

Disappointment and frustration suddenly appeared on Shen Ningning's face.

However, the shopkeeper said: "But I have a pattern album here. My master will draw it before carving the pattern, so that I can learn to imitate it in the future."

"Wait a minute, I'll find it right now. It usually has the name and address of the previous customer. Maybe it can help you two."