[Sword III] Collection System

In the end, mother still couldn't speak out, because just when she was about to speak out in anger, father came back, so the two of them went out to fight for justice again, without warning.

The two of them have always been like this, neither for fame nor profit, sometimes even if they do good deeds, they will not be rewarded, and they do those acts of benevolence and righteousness entirely with chivalrous courage.

It is puzzling, and he has not figured out the logic so far, but maybe he should learn from his parents in the future the spirit of Lei Feng who does good deeds without leaving a name?

... Forget it, he still prefers to watch people tear him apart.

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The next day, the family of three took to the street because Fang Zixia wanted to buy some necessary oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, pots and pans, and they were forced to go shopping together. , shopping with a woman is a tiring thing.

"In the beginning of man, nature is inherently good"

"In the beginning of man, nature is inherently good"

"Sex is similar, learning is far"

"Sex is similar, learning is far"

"If you don't teach..."

The sound of reading could be heard from the private school on the side of the road, and the sound made people yawn involuntarily.

"Qi'er, do you want to go to a private school to study and read?"

Seeing him staring intently at the people inside, Tao Hanting couldn't help asking curiously.

Fang Xi turned around, and asked in a childish voice, "Can't Daddy teach Xi'er?"

"Of course it is possible, but daddy is not as good at teaching as Mr. Private School. If it wasn't for the teacher's busy schedule, daddy, I really want my teacher to recognize Xi'er as a little book boy." Tao Hanting rubbed his chin with a regretful expression.

Little book boy?

Fang Xi lowered his head and glanced at the flowery skirt on his body, and kept silent. If Mrs. He hadn't given Fang Zixia her daughter's old skirt in a wicked way, maybe it wouldn't have become like this.

"Hey, Xi'er is still young, Mr. Private School can invite you later." Seeing his reluctance, Tao Hanting thought that his son was frightened by the scene where Mr. Private School hit his palm with a ruler, so he quickly changed his words: "Let's not talk about this now, What kind of person does Xi'er want to be when she grows up?"

"What kind of person?" Fang Xi wondered, why did he ask him this?

"Daddy just wants to know what Xi'er wants to do in the future. In this way, your mother and I can make plans now. If you want to start a business, Daddy will take you to the most prosperous trading house in Chang'an. If you want to get a job, Daddy will take you You go to Luoyang to find a good gentleman, if... if you want to practice martial arts, then father and mother can teach you right now." I don't know if it is Fang Xi's illusion, he always felt that his father's eyes were looking forward when he said the last sentence, As if implying something.

"I want to be..." Fang Xi hesitated and turned his gaze to the big man who was forging iron.

"Xi'er wants to be a blacksmith? No, no, daddy said no, it's just that the sledgehammer is so heavy, Xi'er can't lift it up, and it hurts when the sparks burst into his face~" Unsurprisingly, daddy became impatient, No one would be willing to let a child who is skinny and tender grow up shirtless and wield a sledgehammer.

"Okay, then Xi'er still wants to be..." Fang Qi made a gesture and looked at the Taoist priest whose banner on the street said straight mouth.

"No, no, no, Xi'er, listen to what Daddy said, that Taoist priest can deceive people, and it's nonsense to say anything straight. Xi'er can't be such a swindler when he grows up..."

"Hey, what are you talking about, you little boy! Poor Taoism is an aboveboard business!" Tao Hanting's voice was moderate, just enough for the straight-talking Taoist to listen, and the Taoist was not happy.

"Taoist priest, calm down, calm down..." Tao Hanting bowed his hands behind him in embarrassment, and then immediately turned around to preach.

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work either, that Qi'er will always be mother's little baby~" Fang Zixia couldn't help joking when she saw the scene of confrontation between father and son as soon as she came out of the store.

"Oh~ Zixia!"

Tao Hanting raised his hand to make the lady quiet, then continued to ask the child in his arms with a serious expression: "Okay, little ancestor, what do you want to be, just tell daddy, don't play tricks on daddy this time! "

"Well, well, when Xi'er grows up, he wants to be... wants to be..." Fang Xi's eyes drifted away.

"What do you want to be?!" This time not only the father but also the mother joined the ranks of questioning.

"I want to be... Xi'er wants to be a storyteller!"

Fang Xi patted his parents' foreheads one by one with both hands, then turned around and ran towards the storyteller next to the big tree in the center of the town with a smile, leaving only his parents with bewildered faces.

"It seems that Xi'er really hasn't thought about the future..." Fang Zixia squatted on the side of the street and patted her husband's shoulder regretfully.

"Maybe it's really too early for this child, Xi'er," Tao Hanting, who was squatting on the side of the curb, said gloomily.

"Go away, go away, the two of you are on the way to the impoverished road." On the other side, the Taoist stabbed the two depressed people on the side of the road with a flag cut off from the iron mouth.

"It is said that in the depths of the Qinling Mountains, there is a sect called Wanhua Valley. It has only been a few years since Wanhua Valley was established, but it can be called the Three Great Winds of the Tang Dynasty together with the long-prosperous Changgemen and Yiyinglou. The place of elegance, I think everyone is very curious, so today we will talk about the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, not to mention anything else, just say that Dongfang Yuxuan, the owner of the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, has a lot of background..."

The storyteller looked excited, and what he said was fascinating, not to mention ordinary people, even Fang Xi, a time traveler, could listen to it with gusto, but the storyteller who praised the owner of the Eastern valley must not know, Their Valley Master was a big scammer when he was in the Candle Dragon Palace, and he was the kind who specially gave away people's heads.

"If you want to know the future, please listen to the next chapter to explain it." After finishing speaking, the storyteller folded the fan, but he made a fool of himself and never spoke again.

"Hey, why don't you talk about it, let's talk about what happened to the owner of Wanhua Valley and Fang Biling in the end, it's so tempting to make people feel sleepy!"

"Yeah, yeah, don't be fooled!"

One person responded, and everyone echoed.

"Don't say~you can't say~~" The storyteller closed his eyes, unmoved at all.

Seeing that there was no gossip, everyone threw money and scattered like birds and beasts, leaving only the storyteller with his eyes closed under the big tree to rest his mind. Although his clothes were tattered and the folding fan in his hand was very old, he was very contented.

"Uncle Cao, do you really want to stop talking? My little girl, I still want to hear about the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers." Under the tree, a girl in coarse clothes asked reluctantly, pulling the corner of the storyteller's clothes.

"Oh~ can't say, can't say~" The storyteller surnamed Cao still said the same old thing.

"Sister, I, I... this cake" the child behind the girl, who was about three or four years old, pointed to Fang Xi's side with a lisp.

"Xiaoer is hungry? But we have already eaten at noon..." The girl touched her empty belly and said helplessly. Poor people like them can only eat two meals a day, and now they are hungry. thing.

"Here~" Seeing the pitiful eyes, Fang Qi, who was full of powder, took out another piece of mung bean osmanthus cake from his arms and handed it to the sibling.

"Give it to us? But my parents said that I can't eat what others give me..." The girl lowered her head shyly.

"Isn't it okay to send it?" Fang Xi tilted his head.

"Sister, I'm the second child." The little boy's saliva flowed like a waterfall, and the cloth jacket on his chest was wet.

"Hmm... But it seems that parents never said that you can't eat and give away..." The girl seemed to be still thinking.

"Then eat it." Fang Qi stuffed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake into Wang's girl's arms, then swayed his feet and continued to eat.

"..." Looking at the delicate sweet-scented osmanthus cake in her hand, the girl swallowed her saliva, then decisively broke off more than half and handed it to her younger brother's mouth, and then put the remaining half into her own mouth to slowly taste it.

"It's delicious..." The girl enjoyed it until a little bit of the cake melted on the tip of her tongue.

"Alas..." The storyteller beside him couldn't help sighing when he saw this sad scene.

"Xi'er, it's time for us to go home~" Not far away, mother and father who had returned home with a full load were waving to him.

"Oh~ here it is" Fang Qi jumped off the rock and ran over in a hurry.

Although giving someone a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake is not considered a chivalrous act, but overall it is still a step closer to the goal of helping others, probably...

And what Fang Xi, who happily set his life goals for himself, didn't know was that the storm in Fengyu Town at this time was really about to come...

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