After Transmigrating Into the Book, Prime Minister Made My Legs Weak

Chapter 31

As the New Year approached, things were truly busy.

Ji Sang’s second batch of paper was completely dried and bundled, ready to be sold.

While Wen Zheng had told Wen Jian not to worry about the stone-cutting work, every morning when Ji Sang was still in a dream, Wen Jian would already be up, accompanying Wen Zheng to the back mountain. Father and son would spend the entire morning there, placing the cut stones in the empty space on the east side of the house.

As a result, more and more people in the village started to ask nosy questions.

One inquiry led to a thousand waves of gossip. Everyone in the village came to know that the poor scholar from the Wen family, who only knew how to read books, was actually planning to build a house!

Building a house!

Regardless of whose family it was, it was a big deal.

The Wen family’s background was known to be based on the fact that they married Ji Sang with a decent dowry. How did they suddenly decide to use that dowry to build a house?

Rumors in the village spread like wildfire.

Upon hearing that Wen Jian wanted to build a house, Su Li’s first instinct was to run back home and tell her parents about it. In her words, she blamed her parents for their short-sightedness. If Brother Jian didn’t have money, how could he build a house? She was so angry that she demanded her parents call a matchmaker to discuss the matter... Upon hearing that their beloved daughter was going to become someone else’s concubine, especially to a poor scholar who was as poor as can be, Su Yao was furious. He immediately locked Su Li inside the house and called a servant to watch over her.

Amidst the various voices outside, Wen Jian paid no attention. Even if he heard something, he simply brushed it off with a smile. However, when he heard that Su Li had been locked up by her parents, his brows furrowed momentarily, and then he continued sweating as he worked on the stones. At this moment, all he could think about was the drawing Ji Sang had made.

A two-story building...

The village had never seen a two-story house before; most of them were small and low. If he used thick wood as a middle floor and stone pillars as a framework beneath, could the entire structure be supported? But for this entire level... He had seen the thickest trees in the back mountain, and they were only as thick as three grown men hugging together.

He needed to carefully consider this one-level matter. Who had the spare time to listen to idle gossip?

The midday sun was scorching. After Wen Jian and Wen Zheng had placed the stones in the open space, they returned home. They came back earlier than usual today because Wen Jian had promised Ji Sang to take her to the town in the afternoon. Aside from bringing some of the paper to the teacher, Ji Sang mentioned that she wanted to explore other business opportunities.

The term “business opportunities” was fresh to him, and he contemplated it in his mind for a long time.

“Wen Jian, you’re back?” Ji Sang came out of the kitchen, and from afar, she saw him walking briskly. His face was covered in sweat from working, his ink-black hair tied up, which made his face appear even more profound and three-dimensional. When his ink-jade eyes caught sight of her, they immediately sparkled with brightness, and his lips curled up slowly. From his throat came a soft “Hmm.”

Wen Jian went to fetch water from the kitchen, his body sticky with sweat. Every time he came back, he would take a shower first. Ji Sang returned to the room to fetch clean clothes for him.

After Wen Jian finished his shower, he was wearing only a pair of underpants, pacing back and forth in the room. Ji Sang noticed water splashed on the floor. When they initially built the house, the floor was made of stone tiles. She took a cloth specifically for cleaning the floor and wiped it lightly, then put the cloth in the bathwater and scrubbed it.

The man rested his head on her shoulder.

Ji Sang glanced slightly and noticed several distinct red marks on his well-defined chest. Those were from scratching him too enthusiastically the other night when she couldn’t hold back. Thinking about his vigorous sexual desire, almost every other day, rendering their “Three Rules Agreement” useless, her cheeks involuntarily flushed with warmth. “Why don’t you put on some clothes?”

His long, slightly damp black hair was pressed against his back, his voice husky and very sexy. “My hands are tired.”

“Help me dry my hair.”

Ji Sang knew he had been working hard lately, so she spoke softly. “Go sit over there.”

Wen Jian obediently sat on the edge of the chair, and Ji Sang stood in front of him, holding a large cloth towel to rub his hair. This kind of large cloth towel was made from a thick fabric she found after coming here. One of the most troublesome things about living in ancient times was washing one’s hair. There were no hair dryers, and washing hair in the winter was really cold. So she thought of making a large cloth towel to dry her hair.

His hair was black and dense, and it felt soft in her hands. She wiped it carefully, her hands encircling his neck and wiping the bottom part. Her gentle breath blew on his shoulder. After bathing, there was a faint fragrance on his body, which smelled really good. Without realizing it, she sniffed a few more times with her nose, and as a result, the two soft mounds in front unavoidably rubbed against his chest...

Wen Jian’s heart was stirred by the rubbing, and something between his legs slowly awakened, rising erect like a tent.

Ji Sang had finished wiping, and she put the cloth towel aside, thinking of washing it later and drying it in the yard before going out. However, her waist was suddenly grabbed by the man. She couldn’t maintain her balance and fell onto his lap. She exclaimed, “Wen Jian, what are you doing?”

“I want to do it.”

His voice was hoarse, and he intentionally lifted his buttocks, pressing his hot genitals against her buttocks through the fabric.

Li Chongyang, however, remained completely oblivious to any hidden meaning in the conversation and simply said, “Is there really such a cat? Take me to see it next time.”

Wen Jian replied, “Isn’t it here?”

Li Chongyang grew even more puzzled and even looked around to search for it.

On the other hand, the man standing next to Li Chongyang caught onto the implications. His lips curved slightly, and he smiled at Ji Sang, saying, “Wen Jian, you’ve brought your beloved wife today?”

Wen Jian looked at the man and raised his hand towards Ji Sang’s position. Ji Sang’s dark eyes glistened, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out her hand towards him. Wen Jian held her hand and introduced her to his classmates, saying, “My beloved wife, Ji Sang.”

He referred to her as his beloved wife, not as Wen Ji Shi.

The man named Jiang Bei beside Li Chongyang emitted a rugged aura and nodded towards Ji Sang as a gesture of greeting.

Ji Sang also nodded back at him.

Meanwhile, Li Chongyang was completely shocked, his mouth almost wide enough to fit an egg. “Ah, ah, ah! Wen Jian, she’s really your... newlywed wife? Aren’t you... Aren’t you avoiding marriage?”

Wen Jian: “...”

Li Chongyang couldn’t continue his words because Jiang Bei immediately covered his chattering mouth.

Jiang Bei’s voice was deep and mellow. “Wen Ji Shi, please don’t mind.”

Upon hearing “Wen Ji Shi,” Ji Sang responded gracefully with a smile. “It’s fine.”

Li Chongyang finally realized the implications in Jiang Bei’s gaze, and he figured out who the cat in Wen Jian’s words referred to!

Damn!

It struck a nerve!

The group of them stood at the entrance of the private school, talking for a while before getting to the main topic. Besides the paper for the teacher, the classmates almost bought up the rest.

Jiang Bei bought only a small amount since he intended to take the martial arts examination. He had some knowledge of literature but was not proficient.

Seeing that they had sold all the paper, Jiang Bei asked, “Wen Jian, did you make these papers yourselves?”

Wen Jian smiled and said, “It was Ji Sang’s idea, and I helped.”

Jiang Bei glanced at Ji Sang with his dark eyes, a fleeting expression of surprise crossing his face, and then he spoke, “I think these papers are good. Have you considered making more?”

“We do have that idea Jiang Classmate,” Ji Sang replied, and then immediately realized something was amiss.

Such terminology didn’t exist in this ancient era.

Ji Sang’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she was about to correct herself when she heard Jiang Bei murmur, “Jiang classmate? That’s an interesting way to address me. It sounds good. Wen Ji Shi, continue.”

Ji Sang continued, “Wen Jian and I discussed it, and if we can find a workshop for mass production, it would be ideal.”

Wen Jian nodded. When Ji Sang mentioned the plan for mass-producing paper, he was truly astonished. He had genuinely wanted to open her little brain to see how she knew so much. He was puzzled, but he quickly pushed aside such thoughts. What did it matter? She was his wife, and it didn’t matter if she knew more. Wasn’t he deeply attracted to her just as she was?

“A workshop? What kind of workshop do you need?” Jiang Bei pondered.

Ji Sang contemplated for a moment and said, “I wonder if there’s a bamboo workshop here.”

Jiang Bei replied, “There is. I know a place. I’ll take you there.”

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