Pampered Pastoral: Orion’s Delicious Little Lady

Lu Xiaoman looked at Song Lihua.

Ever since she had her sister-in-law, she would habitually look to her sister-in-law whenever she needed to make a decision.

Song Lihua did not refuse. It would be a good thing to have someone help write a reply.

After all, she doesn't know how to read, and neither does their whole family.

It's just that it's quite embarrassing to have someone else write for you, and it's hard to say a lot of things.

She didn't dare to write anything else, so she asked Lu Mingyuan to write that everything was fine at home, Mrs. Zhou was in good health, and her little sister was well-behaved and smart. Now that the famine has passed, Lu Jingzhe must take care of himself and try his best to come back alive.

Originally, she wanted to ask Lu Jingzhe if it was hard at the border, if he was injured, and she also wanted to tell him about what happened at home.

For example, she started a business, her burgers were selling well, she made a lot of money, and she wanted to expand her business in the future!

But it was hard to let Lu Mingyuan ghostwrite these things.

Lu Mingyuan's charges were indeed very low. He only charged five copper coins for reading the letter and writing a reply.

The curtain of night slowly fell, and the night was as thick as ink and could not be dissolved. Stars were falling in the sky, twinkling and twinkling, and even the starlight was fragmented.

On the way back, Song Lihua suddenly had a bold idea.

She asked Lu Xiaoman: "Is Uncle Mingyuan's family very poor?"

Lu Xiaoman thought for a moment before replying: "They are indeed very poor. Uncle Mingyuan also has a son. His son is in very poor health and gets sick every now and then. He has spent a lot on medical expenses these years...but The body and bones are not getting better, no, when we passed by today, we heard Xiao Qi coughing again."

Lu Mingyuan's son is called Lu Siqi. I heard that his deceased wife had the word "chess" in her name, so he named his son Siqi.

This is how he misses his deceased wife.

"Xiaoman, why don't we invite Uncle Mingyuan to teach us how to read and calligraphy?" Song Lihua stopped and suddenly asked Lu Xiaoman very seriously: "What do you think?"

"Ah?" Lu Xiaoman was stunned.

She always felt that her sister-in-law's suggestions were very bold, but once her sister-in-law proposed it, she felt that it was very feasible.

"Although... why do we farmers need to read and read?" Lu Xiaoman asked.

Song Lihua's expression was very solemn. She had had the idea of ​​studying since she had just traveled through time, but this idea reached its peak today.

It can be said that we have the right time, right place and right people. If we don’t seize the opportunity now, when will we wait?

Song Lihua patiently explained to her younger sister: "Think about it, you don't know how many letters your brother will send back in the future. Wouldn't it be very troublesome if you have to find Uncle Mingyuan every time you read a letter? What's more, we still have to reply to the letter. What! Besides, our family is going to open a big restaurant in the town in the future. What should we do if we can’t even read the account books? "

There was another reason Song Lihua didn't say.

Studying with Lu Mingyuan is a win-win situation. They want to study, but Lu Mingyuan is short of money to treat Lu Siqi. Isn't this just right?

When it came to writing a letter to his brother, Lu Xiaoman's eyes lit up, and he responded immediately: "Hey, I'm good at reading and writing. I want to learn!"

If you learn to read and write, you can write letters to your brother. The more you think about it, the happier Lu Xiaoman is. He can't wait to start learning now.

So, the two people who were about to reach the door of their house turned back to Lu Mingyuan's house.