Pampered Pastoral: Orion’s Delicious Little Lady

Lu Mingyuan was lighting a fire in the kitchen to cook. Today he got five coins from Song Lihua, and he was very happy.

After cooking for his son, he had to continue writing books and go to town to buy medicine for his son in two days.

This day... I really don’t know when it will end.

"Uncle Mingyuan, Uncle Mingyuan!"

Lu Xiaoman's voice came from the gate again.

Lu Mingyuan paused to start a fire and thought, could it be that Lu Jingzhe has written again?

Didn’t you just finish reading it?

Could it be that... you think the cost of five copper coins is too high?

Lu Mingyuan came out of the kitchen, feeling anxious and nervous. After opening the door, he asked: "What...what's going on? Why are you back again?"

Song Lihua didn't know about Xiao Jiujiu in his heart, so she solemnly bowed her hands to him and said, "We want to ask Uncle Mingyuan to teach us how to read and calligraphy."

With just such an action, tears sparkled in Lu Mingyuan's eyes, and the days of studying in the past passed through his mind like a revolving lantern.

"Don't use me for entertainment." Lu Mingyuan raised his hand, wiped his tears with his sleeves, and lamented: "I really don't have time to teach you..."

During the busy farming season, I have to plow the fields, take care of Siqi on weekdays, and copy books at night, so my schedule is full.

Song Lihua was not in a hurry and said concisely: "What if we pay Uncle Mingyuan to teach us how to read and calligraphy?"

Lu Mingyuan obviously didn't expect them to say such things.

Farmers rarely want to read and learn calligraphy, let alone pay someone to teach them.

Lu Mingyuan hesitated.

He also wanted to have the character of a scholar, and he also wanted not to give in to five buckets of rice.

But life is always like this, giving people a slap in the face.

The night wind blew gently, messing up Lu Mingyuan's hair and messing up his thoughts.

Song Lihua's eyes briefly stayed on his face for two seconds, and then said: "Half an hour is a class, a class costs one hundred cents, at least one class a day, what do you think, Uncle Mingyuan?"

Lu Mingyuan opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Song Lihua thought he thought one hundred coppers was too little. Thinking that he had a sick son, she took the initiative to increase the price: "In addition to the tuition, we also include a meal for you and Xiao Qi every day. What do you think?" ?”

Lu Mingyuan didn't think he had enough money. It was clear that a large piece of pie suddenly fell from the sky and hit him, making him a little dizzy!

He held the door frame and took two deep breaths, and then he felt relieved.

There was at least one class every day, which meant that he earned at least a hundred coppers every day, plus a meal for him and Si Qi... This was clearly his advantage.

But for Lu Mingyuan, he really needed the money.

Lu Siqi's medical money and all the expenses at home...all weighed on his heart, so heavy that he almost couldn't breathe.

"This...are you serious?" Lu Mingyuan stared at Song Lihua's face, trying to see any joking expression on her face, but there was none.

Song Lihua's expression was too serious, and her eyes were bright and clear, like a starry sky full of stars falling above her head.

"Of course it's true." Song Lihua smiled softly and said, "Let's start tomorrow. Please teach Master Lu patiently, but don't think we are stupid."

Lu Mingyuan waved his hand quickly: "How come? It's too late for me to thank you, so why do I still think you are stupid!"