Global Update [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 65

Although anyone with eyes can see that the situation at home and abroad is becoming more and more chaotic, life must go on no matter what.

Jingluo University also announced the resumption of classes next Monday after a short suspension of classes for a few days.

This also means that if there is a morning class, Qiao Jing can no longer wake up 15 minutes before class as he used to do when he lived in the dormitory.

"I'm used to getting up early, so I can steam buns for my husband!"

Rouge volunteered.

After leaving Rouge Lane, Qiao Jing told her that he could give her a sum of money, whether Rouge went to relatives or returned to the family before she was trafficked.But after a moment of contemplation, the girl shook her head at him.

"I am the daughter of a landlord's concubine," she said. "My mother died of illness before I was kidnapped. If I go back, I will serve them as a servant girl serving tea and water, so I won't do it!"

But Yan Zhi also frankly said where she would go to make a living next, and she hadn't figured it out yet.

However, it is not realistic for a girl who will only turn fourteen next month and has not even received any serious education to think clearly about the major events of her life.After all, Qiao Jing was ten years older than her, so he comforted her that she could stay together, and it would not be too late to think about it.

The house he rented had two bedrooms, one of which was for Rouge.

This made the girl very flattered, and she repeatedly refused to say no, no need, but Qiao Jing still insisted on doing so.

Even if the three-room apartment is too expensive to rent, he thought, at worst, he and Jing Xinglan could squeeze together.

Jing Xinglan: Is there such a good thing?

In short, Rouge, who had a good first impression of Qiao Jing, has completely become his little fan girl now. Mr. Tiantian shouted long and shortly, sincerely thinking that Qiao Jing must be a well-known Chinese and foreign name that will go down in history The famous writer, who made people blush abruptly, hid in the house and refused to come out.

The point is that although she is young, she has experienced a lot of hardships. She is good at boiling water, chopping firewood and cooking. In the end, Jing Xinglan also got a sense of urgency. He cooks, and his culinary skills have improved to a higher level.

Now the daily life of the three of them and one cat is to wake up in the morning, Yanzhi cooks some porridge and steamed buns, Qiao Jing goes to school after eating, Jing Xinglan prepares the meal at home in the morning and sends it to school, and cooks with Yanzhi in the evening For dinner, when will Qiao Jing finish writing today's manuscript, and when will they have dinner again.

Jing Xinglan thinks that eating on time is more important than anything else, but in Yan Zhi's eyes, being able to read and write is already a very powerful thing, as for writers who can write articles, they are simply the stars of Wenqu from the sky!

Therefore, every time Jing Xinglan wanted to enter the room to ask Qiao Jing to eat, this stubborn girl would bite her lower lip and block the door of the bedroom without making a sound, just staring at him with her arms wide open. It wasn't until Jing Xinglan retreated, turned around and fed 008 silently.

At other times, such as the free time when no one is looking after her at home, Jing Xinglan often goes out alone.

Of course, he didn't go to the streets to hang out. Basically, when he came back every day, the man would bring some valuable game and supplements, such as wild pheasant, ham, fresh fish, matsutake, ganoderma, etc. The price has already far exceeded the ten silver dollars that Qiao Jing gave him.

Although Yanzhi and Qiao Jing both eat delicious food, she is still very firm in her stance, and she will secretly report to Qiao Jing every time.

Most of the content is such as what time did Jing Xinglan leave home this morning, what time did he come back, whether there is any smell of perfume or powder on her body, and so on.Although Qiao Jing was a little puzzled about the last point, and didn't understand why Yan Zhi told him this, but after discovering that expensive ingredients appeared on the table several times in a row, he decided to take the initiative to talk to Jing Xinglan.

In the middle of the night, Qiao Jing was holding a bowl of fish head tofu soup that Jing Xinglan gave him as a supper, staring at the steaming milky white soup in the bowl, the extremely tender fish tofu, and the green onion dotted on it, Scooped up a spoonful and tasted it.

……Well.

It was fresh to the bone.

Qiao Jing swallowed the fish soup, only felt a hot stream rolling from his throat to his stomach, so warm that he couldn't help but narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression was similar to that of 008 who sneaked up to the stove to snatch the little yellow croaker exactly the same.

"How is it?" Jing Xinglan walked into the room with a smile, and asked casually, "Is it good?"

"It's delicious." Qiao Jing nodded honestly, "But..."

"But what?"

Jing Xinglan raised his eyebrows, he had already seen that Qiao Jing was hesitant to speak all day long.

"If you have anything to say, just say it directly." He raised the corners of his lips and said deliberately, "After all, we are both sleeping on the same bed now."

Qiao Jing: "..."

He silently added in his heart, in fact, he wanted to make a bed on the floor, but Jing Xinglan refused to let him. In the end, the two could only take a step back and sleep on the same bed, but each had their own quilt.

He lowered his head and took another sip of the soup, and then said to Jing Xinglan, "Although the food you cook is delicious, there are still wolves in the mountains in this era, so there is no need to take this risk."

After hearing his words, Jing Xinglan seemed to be stunned.

A few seconds later, the man in the room coughed uncontrollably and laughed muffled.

Qiao Jing looked at him with some puzzlement: "What are you laughing at?"

"No," Jing Xinglan couldn't help saying, with a deep smile in his voice, "Do you think that I personally caught this fish from the river? And yesterday's chicken soup, maybe I went to the mountain to catch it." of?"

"...Isn't it?"

"Of course not!" Jing Xinglan said helplessly, "Leaving aside the fact that hunting requires tools, tell me, is there any mountain in this world that not only produces pheasants and ducks, but also matsutake, ham, and cordyceps?"

Qiao Jing tilted her head and thought about it.

Oh yes.

"Then where did you get it?" He asked curiously.

"I wanted to explain it to you before," Jing Xinglan sighed, "My identity in this world is that I am the second young master of a very powerful family in the north, but I am not the heir. I didn't do any coolies before. I live, I am studying abroad, and I dress up like that in order to return to my country as soon as possible."

Qiao Jing blinked his eyes, he didn't quite understand the relationship between returning to China and dressing up as the leader of the Beggar Gang, but he wisely didn't ask Jing Xinglan, but nodded silently to show that he knew.

"So, in fact, I don't need any living expenses from you at all." Jing Xinglan glanced at the manuscript paper he spread on the table, and frowned slightly, "You don't need to burn oil to write essays like this anymore, I One is enough to feed you."

He paused for a moment, and then added in a pretentious way: "There is also Rouge and the fat cat outside."

008 sharply pricked up his ears, and gave the man Kong Kong a middle finger through the door panel, staring at Yan Zhi who was hugging him to warm his hands until his eyes widened.

Qiao Jing shook her head: "I brought Rouge back. Meal expenses for me and her, as well as your labor expenses are all included in it. So strictly speaking, it's just remuneration, not living expenses."

But he looked down at his 5-word novel, and began to think silently about how much the newspaper would pay for the manuscript in the end.

In the end, Qiao Jing found with some annoyance that no matter how hard he tried to write the manuscript, even if his hand broke, even if Xu Weixin gave him double the money, he might not be able to hire the second young master of a big family to be his cook.

The black-haired young man pursed his lips tightly, sat in front of the desk with a spoon in his hand and did not move for a long time, looking a little depressed.

Jing Xinglan was both amused and distressed: "Why are you in a daze?"

He thought Qiao Jing was Cavin again.

To be honest, because Rouge is illiterate, 008 is not considered a human being, so for now, he is still the number one reader of Qiao Jing's works.But after reading the unfinished draft of "The Ferry of All Beings", Jing Xinglan felt an impulse in his heart——

He wanted to persuade Qiao Jing not to write.

Writing is a hurtful thing. The lights in the library and dormitory were dim before, and Qiao Jing had been writing at his desk in that environment. Recently, he planned to go to the street to get a pair of glasses.Even though there is enough light now, he still has to sit at the desk for at least two or three hours a day. After finishing writing, Jing Xinglan will take the initiative to help him beat his back or something, so as to prevent Qiao Jing from having a backache the next day.

It's fine if it's just an ordinary work, but writing this "All Beings Crossing" will not only hurt the body, but also hurt the spirit.

Qiao Jing often stopped writing while writing, slumped on the chair, staring straight at the ceiling, as if he was out of his body, and sometimes the people next to him couldn't even recover after shouting several times.

Jing Xinglan was really afraid that he might write something wrong.

But he also knew that even if he tried to persuade him, Qiao Jing would definitely not listen.

So Jing Xinglan just swallowed the words silently, and tried his best to do his best in life, trying to make Qiao Jing not worry too much about other things.

"Tomorrow is Monday," Qiao Jing said to himself suddenly after drinking the last sip of fish soup, "This is the first serialization of this book in a newspaper... I don't know what will happen in the end."

Xu Weixin had already told him that it was very possible that this book would be cut in half before Qiao Jing finished writing it. Even if it wasn't cut in half, the relevant interests would put pressure on the newspaper to require the author to make a major revision.

But Qiao Jing didn't want to change the text.

Moreover, even knowing these risks, he still insists on writing the stories of these characters every day. Of course, "All Beings Crossing" describes not only the seven Goulan women, but also those little people who live in the city and the countryside with thousands of faces. The epitome of the times.

It can be said that this is Qiao Jing's first attempt to write a group portrait essay, and the effort it took is really not for outsiders.

He is ready for all the storms and abuse and criticism.

In any case, he has a clear conscience.

"Don't think too much." Jing Xinglan said.

The man walked up to him, put one hand on the back of the chair behind Qiao Jing, and supported the edge of the table with the other. He opened his arms as if to embrace the black-haired young man on the seat.

It also seems to be some kind of firm protective posture, calmly defending the person in his arms against the violent waves of the outside world.

Qiao Jing looked up at him, with a hint of bewilderment in his eyes: "You..."

Taking advantage of the dim light on the desk, Jing Xinglan lowered her head, and exchanged a glance with Qiao Jing, with a reassuring power in her calm eyes.

"You don't have to worry about writing." He said, "The rest is up to me."