After dressing as a villain, I am addicted to farming

Mrs. Zhang's ability to decompose pork is more proficient than everyone thought. I thought it would take several hours, but I just let her finish it in an hour.

Everyone watched as the butcher's knife in her hand was raised and lowered, and the neat strips of pork belly collapsed on the wooden board.

Granny Qian couldn't help touching her neck.

Now she finally knows how her daughter-in-law rushed out of the house with her grandson and fled to the mountains.

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It was just dawn, and Qu Zhong had just woken up, watching the Lingmo dog jumping up and down chasing chickens, when the front yard door was suddenly knocked.

Pointing at the door to the non-stop Lingmo dog, Qu Zhong wanted to see how it opened the door.

After receiving the order, Lingmo rushed to the courtyard door like a dog, straightened up and pushed the door latch with his front paws, then turned his head and stuck out his tongue at Qu Zhong who followed.

"You're tall!" Giving a thumbs up to Ling Mo, Qu Zhong opened the door by himself.

Outside the door, Village Chief Liu and Uncle Liu were pushing a pallet station and watching him at the door.

This cart full of meat was neatly stacked on the cart, even the pig's heads were piled on top of it.

"We brought the meat to you. Do you want to sell it in the town or what to do with it!" Village Chief Liu asked Qu Zhong, rubbing his hands.

Everything I said last night was in vain.

"How about this, please send two yuan to each family, and put the rest in my yard, and the whole village will come to my house for dinner at night." Qu Zhong could only think of such a way helplessly.

If they were to share all of it, no one would be willing to eat it, so it's better to gather it all together and eat it with him.

"How good is this, this pork is worth a lot of money." Village Chief Liu didn't want to, but just stood there stubbornly.

"Just treat me as a villager in Huquan Village, and invite everyone to dinner."

After the house was built, "Qu Zhong" couldn't afford to get sick, and no one else in the village had ever entered his yard, so today's meal was treated as a treat.

Seeing that the village head still looked hesitant, Qu Zhong simply shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "I am much richer than you think."

The implication is that I - I am not short of money!

Being swayed by Qu Zhong's words, Village Chief Liu had no choice but to tap on the cigarette rod, and Uncle Liu who rushed to follow nodded his head helplessly: "Do as the master tells you."

The cart that had been pushed was pushed back into the village as it was. Qu Zhong washed himself up and went to the school in the front yard.

Because of what happened yesterday, the children were still very excited and came to class early.

Facing the expectant eyes of the children, Qu Zhong walked to his desk: "Today we will first find out."

Except for the youngest Liu Song who had never been to a school, the others had spent half a year in the school last year.

What he said casually to Liu Zhou yesterday was also from memory, and today he still intends to re-judge the level of the next few people.

"Liu Shi, you memorize the Three Character Classic first, and stop when you can't memorize it."

The oldest Liu Shi was chosen first, and Qu Zhong walked up to him with his hands behind his back.

"At the beginning of a person, at the beginning..." After a long time at the beginning, Liu Shi almost scratched his cheeks, and didn't recite the next sentence.

Originally, he knew how to recite a few sentences, but after a year, he forgot all of them.

Eyelids twitched, Qu Zhong sighed and motioned for Liu Shi, who was blushing in anxiety, to sit down, and then walked to Liu Yong's side: "You carry it!"

This time is better, Liu Yong can't remember the next sentence until he recited it to You Yi Fang.

"Okay, sit down, Liu Zhou, come here."

With the previous comparison, Liu Yong seemed to have no idea how much stronger he was, as expected, there must be a comparison.

"At the beginning of man, sex..."

The two eyes on Liu Zhou's black face were still winking at Liu Yong who was sitting in front, trying to cheat under Qu Zhong's nose.

"Sit down and put your eyeballs back." He glanced at Liu Zhou with half-closed eyelids, and Qu Zhong stretched out his hand to hold him down.

Liu Song doesn't need to ask, he must be illiterate,

In the end, only Liu Shi was left, who was only about five years old, and Qu Zhong didn't expect much in his arms, he just used his eyes to signal him to back.

Liu Shi stood up calmly, and put his two small hands on the table in an orderly manner: "At the beginning of a person... talk about benevolence and righteousness, and I will not be able to do it."

The joy of accident!

The clear and crisp child's voice echoed in the classroom, and Liu Shi recited the contents of his meeting almost without a pause.

But in Qu Zhong's memory, he hadn't talked about this last year, and the kid actually recited an extra paragraph.

"Yes, please sit down first."

Bending back to his desk, Qu Zhong had a general understanding of the level of these people in his heart.

Liu Shi has a poor memory, Liu Zhou is not caring, Liu Yong has a quick mind but is easy to run away, and Liu Shi is the most down-to-earth.

"Let's start grinding ink and writing!"

Yesterday he bought a piece of low-grade black ink for everyone, Qu Zhong didn't demonstrate it, but just sat leisurely by the desk and watched the few people tossing about.

Liu Shi was shaken by Qu Zhong's eyes and added water, half of the water in the cup was spilled in, and all the water on the inkstone flowed onto the table and paper, which was more like writing.

Liu Yong is the most outstanding in this item, and his technique of grinding ink is soothing and steady.

Even if Qu Zhong was staring at him, he would grind steadily without haste, his hands were so steady that he didn't look like a seven-year-old child.

The arduous and long grinding of ink was finally over, and several people began to write the contents of the Three Character Classic on the paper at will.

Liu Zhoumo's ink was as weak as water, and the written characters could only show a rough outline on the paper, but it didn't prevent the characters from missing arms and legs.

Liu Shi couldn't write anything other than the character 人, and the other two characters took up half a sheet of paper.

Liu Shi's handwriting is the same as his, the strokes are very honest, and the writing is neat and regular, and each word is about the same size.

Liu Yongdi's ink is polished well, and his handwriting is also the most elegant among several people. Qu Zhong always feels that such a big piece of paper cannot accommodate his handwriting.

They all said that their words are like their own, Qu Zhong went around and fully affirmed this statement.

These children have very different temperaments, and the paths they will take in the future will also be very different.

"That's all for today's writing, put away the paper first." After sitting back on the desk, Qu Zhong opened the "Three Character Classic" in front of him: "Next, let's talk about the story of Meng Mu."

"Teacher wants to tell a story?" Liu Yongjing asked in surprise.

"Yes, it's the story." He waved his hand to signal Liu Yong not to panic, and Qu Zhong began to use his verbal skills that he had practiced in his first world.

It tells a thrilling story about Meng's mother's three relocations, and also adds a lot of Jianghu elements that children most yearn for.

The story is very short, and it took only half an hour to finish the story.

After the final ending, it was no surprise to see several children with their mouths wide open, as if they were still full of ideas.

After coughing twice, Qu Zhong opened the book and read: "Mother Ximeng...the broken machine." After reading, he asked again: "Do you remember?"

This time, even Liu Shi started to nod his head in a hurry, only to feel that the content that was extremely difficult to memorize at the beginning seemed to be fluent in one go.

Sure enough, I still can't escape the charm of storytelling!

Seeing the children nodding wildly, Qu Zhong suddenly thought of a way.

"Today's homework is to copy these four sentences ten times!" Walking around the small classroom, I saw six unlovely faces.

After seeing enough excitement, Qu Zhongcai went on to say: "If all five of you have finished writing, I will find time to tell you another story in the afternoon."

Sure enough, when the rewarding words came out, the eyes of the four lit up again.

Liu Yong, who was thinking quickly, immediately asked: "We obviously only have four people, but where did five people come from?"

"Liu Song's homework is also entrusted to you!" Looking at Liu Song who was still in the fog, Qu Zhong smiled and said: "I will write a few words for him to copy when he goes back."

It is to make these children into a whole, so that everyone can make progress together so that they will not fall behind in their studies.

"Okay, this is the end of today's morning class. Come to the teacher's house for meat in the afternoon."

Ignoring the reluctance of several people, Qu Zhong remembered another thing.

Liu Zhou always reacted the fastest when he heard about the food. Others were still howling, but he had already rushed to Qu Zhong's side: "Teacher, is it yesterday's wild boar?"

"That's right, I'll make braised pork for you tonight."

After packing up the books with a smile, Qu Zhong pinched the black boy's cheek, and then walked towards the backyard.

After these two days of getting along, the children didn't seem to be afraid of Qu Zhong any more, and when they saw him leave, they hurriedly followed him.

Even Liu Song was carried on Liu Shi's back ignorantly, and followed into the backyard.

Sure enough, there was already a small pile of leftover meat given by the village head in the yard. Now that the weather is hot, there are still a few flies flying on the meat.

Seeing that the children followed, Qu Zhong didn't rush, instead he arranged things for them.

Liu Shi and Liu Yong went to the village chief's house and Uncle Liu's house to borrow cauldrons, and Liu Shi went to the backyard to bring firewood.

As for Liu Song, just follow Liu Shi to pick up some fine firewood.

"I'll go and change my gown first." After making arrangements, Qu Zhong went into the bedroom by himself, changed his clothes first, and then grabbed a lot of spices and pills from the space.

A village in Huquan Village is old, weak, sick and disabled, and it is the time when these pills are needed.

Just after leaving the room, Liu Shi who borrowed the cauldron was followed by a long line of people, and Village Chief Liu came with a cauldron on his back.

Moreover, the village head's wife brought two baskets of vegetables, and a group of people packed the yard to the brim.

have to!It seems that we have to eat two meals today.

The village head's wife put down the vegetable basket and smiled: "Master, we will cook for you."

"I have a lot of white noodles in the kitchen, let's have noodles for lunch."

Counting the number of people, including the children, there are twelve people in the yard now, Qu Zhong hastily decided on the lunch.

"White flour? How can we eat such a precious thing? I'll go home and get some black flour to make steamed buns."

The village head's daughter-in-law slapped her thigh, and hurriedly turned around and went back to her home.

Qu Zhong hurriedly dissuaded him, pointing proudly at the big brick house he built: "My parents left me a lot of property before they passed away, enough to last me for a lifetime, you are welcome."

Once again, the village heard Qu Zhong say so bluntly that he was rich, and his lips were almost burned by the smoke pot.

But seeing that his eyes were so clear that he didn't look like he was talking big, the village head hurriedly grabbed the old woman's arm: "Listen to the master."

Not to mention the two large tile-roofed houses, the paper pens and books bought for the children yesterday are enough for their family to eat black noodles for a year.

Qu Zhong said that he is rich, so he is really rich!

"That's okay, then my old lady will eat white noodles and enjoy herself today."

"That's right, let's enjoy the blessings too." The third uncle also agreed, and a smile finally appeared on her always sad face.

"Let everyone have a taste of my craft today."

Rolling up his sleeves, Qu Zhong patted his chest and confidently assured,

Those few old men in the last world were all fascinated by the food he cooked, let alone a big pot of rice, which was not easy to grasp.

Now that he decided to eat noodles for lunch, Qu Zhong took some pieces of meat and prepared to fry some meat.

The mud stove that had just been set up in the yard began to smoke, and laughter was everywhere in Qu's house.

The children chased the Lingmo dog and jumped up and down, chasing it to the top of the roof, not daring to come down, so they could only yell at Qu Zhong: "Help."

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